Dark Hunt Novels & Stories

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.

This light shines in my eyes and I fall to the ground in the dream, then wake up in a shock. I get out of hiding to find some more firewood, run into a darkness hunter normal I know how to deal with, but the same light shows up. The blue green light shows up and the darkness can't be seen in light of anything form or see the darkness hunter in it form. I was shocked at what I saw and to find out that the darkness hunters have no weakness but the darkness only one weakness that they don't want anyone to know about. Is this what Mr. White found out and why he was killed but when the darkness hunter saw this light come from me, all the darkness hunters shocked me again. The darkness hunter hand

Dakota, driven by love and fueled by the strength of his convictions, would soon confront the darkness head-on, ready to unleash the full extent of his powers and save the woman who held his heart. As Dakota delved deeper into the heart of darkness, the air grew heavy with an eerie silence. His senses heightened, alert to any sign of danger. He knew that every step brought him closer to Claire, but also deeper into the clutches of the Twelve. The path before him twisted and turned, leading him through dimly lit corridors and hidden passages. Dakota's instincts guided him, his wolf-like intuition guiding his every move. He navigated the labyrinthine hideout, avoiding the watchful eyes of the

I squinted into the darkness, expecting someone to be there but found no one. I frowned, "Why are you so frightened?" In the moonlight, I could see the beads of sweat on his forehead. Wiping it away with his arm, he whispered weakly, "It is the dungeon of Supernatural Council; the place where the most deadly and ruthless lycan or werewolf criminals reside. The most cunning and the wicked ones who tend to linger in the darkness and attack when you least expect it.

Hiding perfectly he saw more than 5 pairs of red eyes. They were surrounded. He turned back to wake Blaze but instantly froze on his spot as he felt someone trying to push the bushes aside to enter their den. Well wrong move guys. Swift thought to himself. He was hiding in the dark. No one could see him. He wasn’t afraid of them hurting Blaze because he knew what he was capable of.

Dark. “No.”

Or I could keep a secret. "He was an old friend," I said. "From before." "Is he dangerous?" Tate asked. I thought about the purple spark and how he looked at the dead girl. He didn't look scared, but he seemed to know her. "I think," I whispered, "he might be the only one who knows what's really happening." Suddenly, the lights in the Packhouse twinkled, once, then twice. Then they died completely. Darkness swallowed the room. "Stay close!" Daxon roared, his Alpha aura flaring in the blackness.

They drew upon their combined magic, their love and resilience a beacon of hope in the face of Drax's darkness. Drax watched the exchange with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with a dark amusement. "How touching," he sneered. "But it won't be enough. You can't hide from the truth forever." With a wave of his hand, Drax summoned a horde of shadow wolves from the darkness. They emerged from the shadows, their forms flickering like dying flames, their eyes burning with the same malevolent fire that burned in Drax's gaze. The wolves snarled and growled, their teeth bared in a chorus of hatred and violence.

Hunter I take my mate to the dungeon, where her father is being kept, just waiting for his death. I notice Skye yawning, even though she’s trying to hide it. She must be tired, it’s almost dawn. She's mostly functioning after sunset, since her skin and her eyes are extremely sensitive to sunlight. I'll be slowly helping her adjust to normal daily routine, but it'll take time. For now, though, we wake up in the afternoon and go to sleep at dawn, so my mate's not exposed to the harsh light during the day.