Cowboy Hunter Novels & Stories

"Anyway, the White Wolf's soldiers assigned for the operation later are Team, Simon, Seth, his girlfriend Rose Brandon and her brother, Ash Brandon." "I'm guessing the gay Wolf soldier you're talking about is this Ash?" Alexander said as he went through this Ash profile. White skin and red lips. What a perfect combination! Plus this man had an amazing muscles, abs, and well-built perfectly for him. Not to mention his name is incredibly sexy in his lips. Oh, after five years, he is so going to have so much fun later.

She called out to one reason he held sacred, a reason she felt would actually cause him to take action. His panting began to pace and follow the tune that his heart rehearsed with it's pounding that narrowed the tunnel. He steeled his resolve and embodied the grief that accumulated for ten years. "it doesn't make a difference how they died, I don't..." He grunted and shallowed his words with enough emotions to contrast what his body language and action actually told to. The hunter wouldn't see truth in her words once more and even if he did, he didn't want to care, even though he cared, he would rather anguish in silence than resurface a decade worth of grief to finally seek revenge.

"Please Collin, don't accuse me of something I know nothing about. I don't have a boyfriend yet, neither am I seeing anyone on the side. I don't know what you are talking about." "How did you meet Wayne?" "Oh, we met in the most unconventional way. There is this group page I opened on F******k and it's tagged wolf hunters." Her last word had my heart palpitating. Did I hear her right? "Wolf hunters?" She waved a hand, "don't mind me, it's just a silly obsession I have with the legendary tale of werewolves. And I decided to open a group for like minded people like myself to just talk about whatever we understand by them. And it's been fun, it's more like a fantasy world we all are trying to c

The hunter pulls out a weapon—a sleek, silver blade with intricate engravings that catch the light. Luke, in wolf form, is a blur of powerful muscle and fur, but the hunter’s movements are equally swift and precise. They dodge Luke’s powerful swipes with ease, their blade slicing through the air with deadly accuracy. Each strike and counterstrike sends shivers down my spine, the clash of wolf and hunter reverberating through the room.

She may be lying to find a way to escape. "Is there anything more important?" I ask. "She has... has a tattoo on her left waist... it's angel wings..." I was a bit startled. All werewolves know that an Angel organization specializes in training werewolf hunters in human territory. Each hunter has a tattoo of angel wings on his body. Even though hunters only hunted Rogues that illegally entered human territory, just thinking about those lowly humans who dared to kill my kind always made me hate them. Why is my mate the enemy I hate the most? It's ironic! Is fate toying with me? Just because I thought I didn't need my mate because mates were such a nuisance, did the moon goddess punish me by g

Damien whispered to Ni-Ko, pointing. "Makai, stay here, Ni-Ko you come in from the right, I'm going to go poke the hornets nest." Damien snuck over to the stream, there was a tall tree to provide shade and a nice place to come, but the scent of blood was tainting the serenity of it. "Hello, Royal." a voice came from above him, jumping out of the shade of the tree, as Hyunjin hit the ground hard. "Nice try, Rogue. I'm quicker than your average wolf." Damien easily dodged the attack.

Hunter was clearly not trying to smirk on camera but he couldn't help his ego. A photographer went closer to him to adjust his stance and lower the waist band of the sweatpants to go almost dangerously low. Then the tattoo came into full view. It was a wolf, scratch that.. a cub that looked like it was trying to howl. The cub was actually looked like it was standing on water but the wolf's body was literally on fire. I just noticed the tiny and faint flames that surrounded the little creatures body and for some reason I felt sad. For the wolf though.

Our food arrives and there is no denying that Texans know how to barbecue, even though it is prepared in a tent, the food is very good. For a while we sat in silence, enjoying the delicious meal. “Returning to the previous subject, you made those assumptions based on my defeat, so there is nothing to worry about, since I will not fall.” Allan speaks with confidence. “Just like how you didn't fall in Last Cowboy?” Rayka asks. “That was a stroke of bad luck, and after all, why are you so worried about this matter?” Allan asks her. “Because my father is one of the founders of the PBR and the creator of Iron Cowboy, as well as the biggest winner of Stock Contractor.”