Dark Hunter Series In Order Novels & Stories

"Before I kill you." "Rush Balista, Leader of the Hunter Warrior Clan." He smiled as he took a step forward. "Now, you... are... mine." He leaped for me, but I grabbed him by the collar and threw him through the sliding glass doors. Glass crashed outward with him, splintering into the living room as Rush fell backward off the balcony, followed by his partner. They both flailed their arms and legs in the air as they fell hard onto the grassy courtyard. They got up, and then other members of Nightshade saw us and pointed up. They started climbing the side of the Compound, headed toward us, roaches crawling after fresh meat.

The statue now had dark patches all over its wings as well as the rest of the body, and the surrounding trees now stood like huge dark skeletons covered in a thin skin of white snow, and looking at them made a shudder run down Zaira’s spine. Holding the gun in preparation for a shot, she unlocked the safety and made a dash for the entrance. Reaching the huge iron doors with its intricate designs, she shoved it open to find it unlocked. Confident that the vampire inside would be taken by surprise, she rushed inside… only to slump forward and drop to the ground. Something connected with the back of her head, rendering her unconscious. ***** “Was this really necessary, Son?” a heavily accented

From that moment on, even though I tried to fight him, my fate was sealed. ♦ ♦ ♦ Once the first steps are taken down the dark path, there is no turning back. Viktor Drichey was there to witness the cold-blooded murder of Sederit Hischer when the Inquisitors executed the lunatic for the sacrilegious crimes committed by the Tomb Raider. The execution took place on the one night of the third month of summer. A night that marks the middle of the year. A night when dark things were loose in the world. It was Nightmarefest Night.

- he added, glancing at Alex and smiling broadly. - It's your merit too, you've thought of everything.- I admitted before placing my hand on his shoulder to make him look at me again.- I have a question related to this... Did you knew by any chance that hunter was following you?- I asked after a while. - Of course, after all, I am a vampire who has lived more than 300 years, it's not so easy to follow me in a way that I would not notice it.- Oliver replied, looking at me.- I wasn't sure who might have sent him, but I figured it might be your mom's idea.- he added.

The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha. Damon knight claiming his only precious possession as his. But not as a possession but as his love. His first and last love. Damon fell on her sweaty body as they both ride their pleasure and came to an end. His face was dug deep inside her crook. The effect of drug turned off and his body started to get tired. But his heart still wanted to have her again and again. Moving away he stared at her face as her breathing was calmer than before. She opened her tired eyes and stared in his dark gaze

She had already sprinted past the turnoff for her apartment building; leading these unknown killers to her safe house would be suicide. She needed to lose them in the dark, because if she failed to break their line of sight, she would likely end up as a corpse on an autopsy table by morning. The path ahead was pitch black, unlit by any city infrastructure, but her enhanced night vision handled the darkness without issue. Fortunately, she knew these back alleys like the back of her hand. Reaching the absolute end of the concrete maze, the narrow path finally opened up into the wide, brightly lit expanse of the multi-lane highway.

“You need answers. And if you tell me, I’ll find a way to help you, brother.” He was right. I did need answers. But Saraphina came first. “I’ll tell you everything you want to know. Please, just help her,” I said, my voice falling from cold to fearful. She was turning paler with every passing minute. “I want to… but I need to know what happened.” “Damien, you’re a demon. If you touch her, shouldn’t you be able to see it?” He looked at me, face unreadable. “I sensed the darkness around you, Lucian... but she is the darkness.” For the first time, there was fear in his eyes.

"Your plan is insane. I won't let you execute my mate just because you're too afraid to see that supernatural beings aren't your enemy." "They killed your mother. Took her from me before you even got to know her. How can you defend them after what they did?" "Hunters killed my mother. The same hunters you're working with now. You've allied yourself with the people who murdered your wife all because they promised they could take away what makes me special. What makes me powerful." Cain appeared behind Marcus moving with the silence of a predator. Marcus didn't even know he was there until Cain's hand shot out and knocked the rifle from his grip. The weapon hit the ground and slid away as Cain

This is not a happy starting either. This is the story of Dua, a 19 yrs old girl. Dua is the hero of this story. The whole plotline revolves around her. My first book is completely based on a woman and her dark world. Now Dua is dead. Arin is alone, living in the Memories of her. I know the ending sucked but you guys better wait for the Bonus chapter. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

Then she left the room and ran down the stairs to tell aunt Meredith the happy news. ~~~~~~ Damon has already woken up in the Underworld, but had no idea how had come here and why had come back. All he could remember was the face of the girl he was about to kill. However, Damon felt also that he might not be motivated to carry out this mission. His own thoughts terrified him, for he felt that could not kill her because he would not survive it. But what would Damon say to Alistair then? That would not obey to the order because he fell in love with his victim? No, he certainly could not do that, for his master's anger would be terrible. Damon knew how much hope Alistair had in him, so couldn't