Core Hunter Novels & Stories

And still, that damn block on my wolf kept me from healing, from transforming, from accessing any real power. The first hunter appeared at the entrance of my man cave, if I could call it that. He was older than the others and had this air of a veteran. Tactical gear covered most of his body, but I could see his eyes through his night vision which were alert and wary. He raised some kind of weapon - it wasn't a gun but something else. "Calla Hart," he said. "Time to go home." I felt it then, that God damned feeling I've been trying to call since this whole freak show started.

"What about your husband that needs to be kept confidential? "My father asks. "By coincidence, he worked for Jonathan for a long time... And before him, for his father, Jon Maxwell. Hunter fled Turkey for being one of the children who were kidnapped a long time ago, and even though he was a witness to much of what happened, he is an accomplice. One of his parents is American, we don't know which one, but I think they are still alive, considering that Jonathan's men used this information for an ambush... Maybe Jonathan talks too much when he's arrested... You have to make sure you can avoid this.”

For the moment, they are still observing, watching for the slightest deviation from the other side. Chad had been raised as a hunter even though he didn't know it himself. He underwent grueling training since his childhood but as it gave him good shape, he had never complained. He was the captain of the American football team after all, the best player to boot. Chad has never given much thought to anything but what is in front of him. But after I left, when he had passed adulthood, he had been made aware of the secrets of his family discovering that he is a hunter and what his mission will be. That's how he found out my mother's killers were lycanthropes though I wonder how he didn't know my

Hunter struggled in anger, but he was met with a blow to the stomach from a baseball bat, causing the young man to vomit blood. "This perverted jerk," Aleah said while inside a truck with monitors and a computer system. She was with Joyril at that time. Hunter's entry into the CEO's house was all part of their plan to find out where its Data mine was. He is a rogue earning money from the sex tapes he shows on a website and Natasha is just one of his many victims.

The doctors claimed that the chance of him ever waking was less than impossible. It took everything in me not to smile as I saw the look of fury on Hunter's face morph to the point that he was absolutely murderous. I attempted to console and comfort him. However, Hunter had gone off the ledge. I saw firsthand why he's called the Reaper. This was the exact reaction I needed him in order for my plan to be successful. Though I knew the next stage of my plan would not be nearly as easy to complete. Damian Stone had turned into a formidable opponent. His hacking abilities make him a far stronger opponent than any of us combined. I needed to be careful as to how we approached this. While Damian ma

"The sensors are silent for now, but the Council’s logic remains active." I ignored the wet warmth spreading down my back. I hobbled toward the body of the first Hunter, my right knee groaning in its cedar splint. I knelt—a jagged, uncoordinated motion—and used my stone hand as a crowbar, jamming quartz fingers into the seam of the Hunter’s chest plate. The carbon-fiber shattered like dry kindling. I pried the tactical slate from the Hunter’s ribs, the wires snapping with a shower of blue sparks that died instantly against my waxy skin.

Maybe her will-power and strength were not par from honey bone, the former top one Assassin in the world. “Lesly hunter , how’s was the situation there?” asked the man to her over the phone. Yes, the beautiful woman was no another than, Lesly hunter the top one high class assassin in the world. “Yes, Mr. Young master of Luckser. he was guarded by the woman, but don’t worry I’ll find enough time to assassinate him. It was just a piece of cake.” Said Lesly hunter to him.

Claire interrupted, “What exactly is a Hunter?” He took a deep breath, steadying himself. “A hunter is a type of human who was or is a Mythical bounty hunter. They have enhanced skills; fighting abilities, enhanced senses. I think one or both of your parents were Hunters. Especially after seeing you in action. Haven’t you ever wondered how you could fight and keep up with the wolves and vampires in your coven and pack? Love, you ARE A HUNTER.”

I open my mouth to ask how much longer when there’s a knock at the door, with a few long strides I'm across the room and yanking the door open, Hunter, my fathers head security stands on the other side, a mountain of a man if there ever was one, his large frame fills the doorway muscle on muscle but behind all of that muscle is also the brain of a military man, he knows the art of discretion, the tactics of war and one of the best damn trackers I know, he's been a loyal soldier to my father for many years and in some ways like an uncle to both me and Darian, he taught us everything we know, the years of training ingrained in us is down to this man. He has a manilla folder in his large hand a

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.