Dark Hunter Manga Mga Nobela at Kwento

The men that were with Derrick were now engaged with the wolves that appeared from the tree line in front of us and I took that as my cue to leave and catch up with Damon and Josh who was helping him. As I turned, I came face to face with a man in a red cloak. His hands extended to my head, and I felt the pull from him as he began to drain the magic from within me, especially the dark magic. I couldn’t do anything but stare into his dark orbs that peered through the hood of the cloak looking straight at me. My body began to feel weak, and I felt my legs begin to give out on me as someone from behind me caught me as I began to black out. Turning my head to the side the last image I saw before

Droplets of blood stained my fingers and trickled down his torso. Hunter growled impatiently. “Do you want me to finish him, Angel?” “No! I said I would!” I snapped back at Hunter. “Like I said, Drake, I wanted you to suffer. But that would make me a monster like you. And I am nothing like you.” I pushed my hand into his chest, feeling my claws cut through his ribs, his heartbeat sped up the closer I got to my goal. His eyes never left mine until I touched his heart and I ripped it from his chest.

Aurora POV My body jerked violently as the bullet pierced through my arm, ripping my skin apart. “Haaaaaa!” I screamed, a loud agonizing scream ripping from my throat before feeling weakness all over my joints. My strength suddenly gave way as warm blood flowed endlessly from my wound, soaking my clothes and pooling beneath my feet. My head gauged up, looking at the person that had put me in this mess. Dante De Luca. He sat so comfortably in that chair like he was some kind of hell king, watching me burn in fire.

And I hate that the heat between us stirs something primal in me. I hold my breath, an intense feeling of want overwhelming me, so much that I don’t know when my lips part, don’t know when my hands move either. But I feel the biceps of Hunter's arm—the one that holds my nape—under my touch, while my other hand slides to his waist, grasping whatever I can of his toned waist. As Hunter’s face reaches closer, his lips on the verge of claiming mine, everything goes black. I find myself in a dank cave cast in shadows, the air thick with the crisp scent of early winter. Low, guttural noises echo around me, yet I can’t pinpoint where they come from.

KIERAN’S POV The moment the hunters burst out of the shadows, I felt my blood ignite. They were fast, dark shapes in the night, their eyes glowing red, their weapons dripping with black fire. The air around us crackled with dark energy, thick with Melanie’s magic. “Bryan, Hardin, shift!” I shouted. Without hesitation, Bryan’s laughter echoed through the forest. “Been waiting to hear you say that!” In a flash of light, bones cracked, muscles tore and reformed. His body grew larger, fur spilling out like dark flames. A massive gray wolf landed beside me, snarling.

I shook my head as this wasn’t making any sense. “The kills, they weren’t all vampires. Most of them were other hunters. I think this one is on the run from his own. But the fact he’s gotten this deep into the territory has Ductus Toño on edge, sending his men looking for him.” Diana explained. A hunter being hunted by his own? Well, shit, what could he have done to cross his people? Mistake one of a supernatural creature? It’s still not adding up. And honestly, beyond adding avoid the hunter to my list, I don’t see a reason to care.

It's disgusting, it's reprehensible, and that it awakens not only fear, but also a tremor in my lower part, I hate myself for it. The excitement oscillates the limits that I didn't think I had, the intensity of his touching pierces me. He ends up uncovering my right shoulder, then directs his lips to the area and sinks his teeth into my skin. I let out a moan, that hurt a lot. I even feel that the blood that is already sucking in question is gushing out. Is he a vampire? No, but a madman. "Obey and walk to the bed, I've changed my mind, first I'll play a little," he says, squeezing my chin so that I can only see him.

We were discrete about our questions and made it seem as if we were trying to avoid the place. Just in case the culprits had informants around. We went to a pub close by to shake off a tail if we had any. After spending an hour there, planning our attack, we headed for the place. Everything happened so fast. A werewolf knocked Akio down, and I reached for my gun, ready to shoot. It was trying to bite Akio's throat when I landed the first shot and killed it. Danjuma was in physical combat with his opponent. I turned, and a werewolf knocked me down. Instead of Biting me, it lifted me and punched me with sent me flying across the alley. He came at me with speed but before he could land on me, a

The cup shattered. The veins on his neck thickened. They spread to his jaw. His eyes turned a shade darker. “Mira,” he rumbled. The voice wasn't entirely his. “What are you hiding?” I backed away. “Nothing! I swear!” He rounded the table. He moved with unnatural speed. The dark lines crawled up his cheeks. His pupils dilated until his eyes were almost black pools. My eyes widened in horror. He reached out. His fingers elongated. Dark sharp claws extended from his fingertips.

“And that what happened to your mother was a vicious crime instead of a terrible tragedy.” “Do you think they’re not evil?” “I think Shifters and Moon Casters have been killing each other for a long time,” I say. “Maybe it doesn’t have to be that way. Maybe it never did.” He looks at me. His eyes are haunted and desperate, and my blood is just as hot as it was when I came in, but now I’m not thinking about Wilder at all anymore. He crushes his lips to mine desperately, his hands already stripping away my shirt, and I can feel in the intensity of his kiss how much he wants to forget about the past, forget about where we are right now, and lose ourselves in something that is simple and just fu