Novel & Cerita Dark Hunt

“ Then again he was always a heartless beast who…” “Wouldn’t stop until he had what he wanted.” Daniel finished. He was wearing a leader jacket that housed a lot of wooden stakes and garlic spray. He carried a crossbow that was filled with sharpened arrows made of wood. He was well prepared as he knew things were going to get bloody. Annabelle on the other hand went unarmed. They reached an opening which revealed the full view of the warehouse and they could see a few lights on. “You ready?” She looked at him questioningly.

~Derek's Point of View~ My best friend was the only one outside of Eve and Haven that knew about my night in the dark. I walked out of the hotel a little after 5 am and drove home, ready to bang on the apartment door below mine and wake his ass up. Heath of course thought I was nuts, that I could have easily just met a girl on a dating site for this fantasy and not had to pay $10k for it. We had both been single a very long time, both played the field, but both always came up with superficial women.

Duke says. - I know where their main entrance is. - says the vampire, putting on bracelets of evasion and chain mail of air. "Then let's not linger." Alud says as he hangs the Morgenstern on his belt and starts loading his fist shotguns. Duk pocketed the wrapped necklace, inspected his large black shotgun, and tucked it into a special mount on his back. The Dark Ones got into the car Brook-ta-man gestured in the direction, and the car took off with a squeal. Driving through the streets, Duk noticed how much riots were around, police cars were rushing here and there, through broken shop windows it was clear how looters were looting shops. Alud took a deep breath through his nostrils, he felt

Before dawn, the first hunter had successfully found Dax Riven. It was not an easy tax. The air around Dax shifted. It was thick with old magic that was sharp and invasive. He woke up instantly and rolled from the narrow cot before a sharp blade sank into the wood where his head lay seconds before. He stood up snarling with his blade already in hand. The hunter walked out of the shadows, cloaked in Council black and his eyes glowing with ritual light. “By older of the Council—”

Alone but with a bouquet from my favourite person. By the time I got home, the city was already dusky glow. I balanced the bouquet against my hip while punching in the pin at the door. The lock clicked softly, and I pushed the door open. It was pitch-black inside. I frowned, reaching for the switch. “Weird…” I muttered under my breath, flicking it up until the lights flickered on. My heart almost leapt out of my chest. A tall figure stepped out from behind the wall, broad shoulders outlined against the glow. For a split second, I stumbled back, clutching the bouquet tight until I saw those unmistakable green eyes.

Blood pooled beneath them in the dim light of his flashlight. James stood there staring at his team, all of them lifeless on the warehouse floor.

I moved away from the breaker box, sliding into the shadows of the looms. I wasn't Helen the mother anymore. I wasn't Helen the detective. I was the daughter of Silas Winston. I was the mate of Damian Sinclair. And I was hunting. KAI’S P.O.V. Darkness. Not just a flicker, but a hard kill. The main breaker had been pulled. I swore under my breath, my hand going instantly to the Glock at my hip. “Uncle Kai?” Leo whimpered from the chair. “I can’t see.” “It’s okay, buddy,” I said, keeping my voice level. “Just a power outage. Old building.” My eyes adjusted, the wolf vision kicking in, turning the pitch black into grayscale. I scanned the factory floor through the glass walls of the office. Not

Moon’s ours—hunt with me. Cora’s voice cut through, amulet glowing faintly, eyes piercing. “It’s no wolf, children. Old blood, deep earth—find its heart, or it hunts you.” Mist whispered, grim. Shadows rise, my heart—bind them. The clearing hummed—mugs clinked, blades sharpened, firepit crackled, embers swirling like warnings. Lupines swayed, pines whispered, moonlight fading, dawn looming. Sam’s tattoo pulsed, Luna’s fire her strength, Kevin’s touch her root, the pack’s pulse her vow. Zane was dust, but a new shadow stirred—iron, frost, hunger. The Dawn Pack would hunt, their fire and steel a spark against the dark, their howl a challenge under a sky poised for war.

No one here knew about my encounter with one of them. - What can I say about them? the dark one was indignant, continuing to look out the window. I knew perfectly well that a training session was taking place in the backyard. In addition to developing the gift, the girls trained endurance, practiced close combat, and someone even learned to fight with swords. Hope I can join them soon. “I call them reverse darks. The first such blond freak was born to Karim Reed. They are not affected by darkness, they painlessly pass it through themselves, moreover, they can drink any dark one with one touch. Catchers have excellent health, they are faster, stronger and more resilient than any person. This

A loud neigh came from a brown horse as the dagger sank into his back leg. Martin dropped his bow. “That’s my horse,” Martin said and ran, leaving the protection of the magic shield. “Stop!” Rhobart said, but the hunter kept running. A dagger made from smoke and dark magic appeared in the Seeker’s right hand, and threw it in Martin’s direction. Martin ducked, and the dagger got lost between the trees. “Get back here!” Rhobart yelled at Martin, but the hunter appeared deaf as he reached the horses. Another dark dagger flew in Marin’s direction. The hunter, who had his back to the Seeker while he was inspecting his horse, did not see it. The dark blade buried deep in his back, Darkness spreadi