Cowboy Hunter Novels & Stories

Not even Hunter has dared trespass. Taking a cup of coffee from the coffee maker, I prepare a couple cups and think about what I’m going to say to Stryker. Hunter walks in minutes later. He’s wearing his usual band shirt and grunge jeans over his slender form. Hunter is in his early twenties. He’s also one of the best tech hackers in the world. I found him working at a Pep Boys several years ago fixing computers for extra cash while doing illegal side hacking. I had done some background work on him before I brought him into the fold. He has been an invaluable asset since. He lived in the garage for a couple of years before he fell in love. He and his girlfriend, Maleah, are sickeningly perfe

They were like specially trained assassins and even supernaturals with all their abilities find it out to shake them off. That's who my family were, the Holmes. My father was a hunter, his father was a hunter then my great grand mother was a hunter and it went on like that, as far back as centuries. It was a mantle that has always been passed from generations to generations and it was my turn now. My name is Edna Holmes, the latest hunter from the Holmes family. I hunt wolves and vampires for a living. My reason? Mine was a little different from the others who fought to protect.

Emma was at a loss of words as she heard him. A wolf hunter? What the hell was that supposed to mean? She watched his face for any signs of remorse or guilt, but she found none. She didn’t know what was worse, knowing that her mate was essentially a serial killer or that she was supposed to love him in spite of it. “What do you mean you’re a wolf hunter?” She said, “Who do you kill?”

Cael asked. "Shouldn't that be visible?" Damon asked Cael. "Looks like you're one of us," Cael said with a smile. "Chief will be happy when we introduce him. What's your name?" "I'm Damon. You? Who are you?" Damon asked. "I'm Cael, and she's Kyra. We're called hunters. Teen hunters." said Cael. "Do you want to be a hunter like us?"

Arrows sang through the smoke like whispers meant to kill. Jet made a break for it but before he could escape something faster struch him. Thwack!—an arrow nailed him to a wooden beam. He screamed once before another arrow found his throat. The room vanished into smoke. White tendrils coiled around broken pillars. Shadows flickered fast, quiet, merciless. Three figures stepped into the storm like ghosts walking through fire. The first tall, coat snapping at his heels, steel in his eyes didn’t slow. Calvin Hunt. The man whose name made wolves flinch. Custom shotgun in hand, still smoking.

He laughed. “It shoots blessed wooden stakes. It will work just fine.” “You’re a hunter?” he hissed, backing away. “What gave me away?” I smirked, not moving the gun. “What do you want? And what happened to you?” “Your guards put up a hell of a fight.” I smiled, “My employer wants back what you stole.” “I stole nothing, who is your employer?” he asked, annoyed. “The order has sent me on behalf of Alpha Rawlins, you have taken something important from his pack, and he wants it back.” I explained.

Covering up the hole with some moss, she dusted off her dress and hurried home, her thoughts of the Hunters exposing her long gone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "They're here! The Hunters have arrived!" The cries of the young boys ran through the whole village, many men and women coming out to see the sight. Liam riding in front, followed by nine other men, all on horseback. On the back of Liam's horse was the dead carcass of a mountain lion, and his quiver held an unusual number of arrows. Instead of the standard twelve like the rest of the men in his party, it held 15, two from the archer who had shot the beast earlier, as well as the arrow aimed to warn him.

He was going to do something, and fuck, I wasn’t ready. “Wait, no! What are you doing?” I mouthed. My eyes flared wide, and I shook my head from side to side in a frantic ‘No!’ The anxious look on my face made Austin rethink his idea and remain at my side. “Here, Wolfy Wolf!” the hunter enticed, glancing around but not at where we were hiding. “Come out, come out, wherever you are.” Phew, he doesn't know we're here. There was a moment of silence before he continued to speak, “Maybe we ought to visit your girlfriend. From what I’ve been told, she’s into group entertainment.”

The warriors moved like shadows, freeing caged wolves and herding the humans toward the border. But one hunter stood his ground. He was older than the others, his face scarred, his eyes cold. He raised a silver-tipped crossbow and aimed at Clara. "Hidden Luna," he spat. "I've been hunting your kind for thirty years." "Then you know you can't win." "I don't need to win. I just need to slow you down." He fired. Kael lunged, pushing Clara aside. The bolt struck his shoulder, burying deep. He cried out and collapsed.

Hunter beams at me and goes down on one knee in front of me. "Oh God," I gasp, tears pricking my eyes. My chest suddenly feels tight. This can't be happening. It isn't part of the plan. "Dakota Lauren Steel, you are my mate and better half. From the first day I met you, I knew you were my final destination. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, by your side. I never want to lose you, Kota. Will you marry me?" Hunter says. Every sound around me goes mute for a moment, and my breathing quickens.