Cowboy Hunter Novels & Stories

“If I’d ’ave known he left ye out there, I would have come fer ye myself hours ago.” One of the younger wolves clapped him on the back with a smirk. “Always the gentleman, Murtagh.” Despite his youthful features, a large red beard consumed half his face. “Shove off, Boone,” the dark-skinned cowboy with the eye patch grumbled. “You would have gone out and helped her too. Poor thing looks like the cat dragged her in.” A wolf so covered in tattoos he didn’t seem to have any bare skin left raised his glass. From his features, he was clearly of East Asian descent. “Or a group of rebel wolves.”

and dove to the ground. A hunter entered the area with a lethal crossbow in his hands and a hood covering his face. The weapon was engraved with Damon's emblem, a jagged claw. With a snarl, Aiden sprang forward, his wolf emerging. Aiden was quicker than the hunter, pushing the weapon aside and slamming the assailant to the ground as he fired another bolt.

Jordan stands next to Dean, Olivia stands next to Issac, Gia stands next to Justin, and Sasha stands next to Cole. I’m actually getting pretty excited for this. I look up at Gunner again, “What’s your wolf’s name?” He smiles, “Hunter.” I laugh. “Gunner and Hunter?” He chuckles but nods. “You guys were literally made for each other.” I tell him and he nods his head agreeing, bending down to whisper in my ear. “Which is precisely why this will be over quickly. I give it fifteen minutes once the wolves start searching.”

Besides, he was pretty funny. Corbin was a tall lean guy with copper-colored skin, black hair, and dark brown eyes. He had your typical Wyoming accent and some ordinary cowboy bad habits like tobacco use. He was nice and would help you out if you needed it, but there wasn’t really anything special about him, other than his ability to ride.

It was during the day when the packhouse would have been busy. Thirdly, she was so flippant about murder. That was not the way that someone would speak about it if they only ever did it once. Fourthly, who the fuck was Lauren anyways? Was she alone, or did she have family here? ‘He thinks you’re onto something. He caught a couple snippets of a man kneeling beside her over a mannequin as he taught her techniques. That changed into her kneeling over a body. A few pack names as well – Pinehurst, Albrook, Shadow Creek, Silvern, and Blue Crest.’

She seems don't mind the cut off and continued with a strange expression, “This is confidential-” “How can you say it is when you handed me a jade of information?!” She craned her neck, lost all the necessary excuses. She sigh after realizing I already frustrated. She ask with a bit of confussion, “How can the young lady realize my lies?” I sneered. “You really asking that? Really, how can you be a huntress?” She pondered about it, and it only cause my heart to shook with too much frustration. She said after, “Well, I'm not actually a huntress...”

This must be the borders. I seen a man standing with smaller boy that had a bag on his head. That was obviously Dom. I got out of the car and stood with Shannon as Leon and Liam walked over to the men. As Leon walked over, a large man came out of the group of men in front of him. The man gave off as much power as Leon did. He was about the same build as Leon, but this man had caramel coloured skin, with hair that looked like coffee swirling in the wind and the most intensive eyes the colour of dark chocolate. Alpha Hunter.

"You know what Daisy, I will leave the offer open to you…think of the whole lot of things you can do with twenty billion dollars." Wade Roberto's voice was laced with concern. "I mean…your Dad can be the founder and CEO of the great Hunter's Empire, but imagine the feeling of knowing that you turned a billionaire without Daddy's help." With that said, Wade Roberto dismissed Daisy Hunter. As she left, Wade Roberto crossed his legs on the mahogany and smirked. "Daisy Hunter will come around, I'm certain of it." He whispers to himself. Moments later…. Daisy Hunter is packing her bags to retire home.

Noah jumped out of the truck ready to operate the tractor. Hunter approached Noah with a look meant to kill. “I thought you said you got rid of her!” “I did.” Noah threw his hands out. Hunter pointed at the cow. “These were shot. Not eaten. Somebody did this intentionally, and we don’t have any other enemies.” “I get it, but I cut my ties with her the night you came to my place. I haven’t spoken to her since.” Hunter’s frown was deep and threatening. “We can’t lose any more cows. You better make sure he knows you’re not hangin’ around her no more.”

“We count as cowboys, right?” Jenni looks over at us and smiles. “All you have to do is wear a cowboy hat, and it magically makes you a cowboy. Didn’t you know that?” I laugh. “Well, technically, a cowboy is someone who rides in a rodeo or works at a ranch herding cattle. But we’ve gotten a little looser with the terminology over the years. But all good cowboys are kind to others and work hard. We can get the job done, no matter how hard it may be.”