Novel & Cerita Dark Hunter Series In Order

✍️ Author’s note: Please pardon this note, which might slightly add to the word count and chapter cost, but I feel obligated to share this now to avoid any future disappointment. This book is a sequence—a three-part series. First: DENNYJAY—TO TOUCH AN OMEGA Second: TO LOVE AND TO KILL—THE TRUE ALPHA Third: LUOMAX—CLAIMED BY AN ICY OMEGA All three are LGBTQ-themed.

The air smelled clean, the lights warm, the shelves tall and perfect. “Choose the book that pulls you,” the woman said. “It will tell you what you need.” She vanished into the shadows. I walked along the shelves. My hand stopped on one book, not because I liked it, but because something in me reacted. A strange pull. The title was old, written in faded ink:” The Nature of the Cursed: shifters of the Moon.” My fingers trembled as I opened it. Inside were sketches, human shadows twisted into wolves, claws emerging from the hands, glowing eyes in the darkness. I swallowed hard.

I gasped as I scrambled away from her, looking at my hands. My hands are covered in her blood. I can feel the stain sinking deeper than my skin, marking my soul. I have killed my mother. There is no redemption from that. My gaze darted to the other woman as she held Isis’ limp but still breathing body. I could feel the tears stinging my eyes as they burned trails down my cheeks. Isis is alive, but Mother isn’t. There has been too much bloodshed. I need to stop this. I need to get the hunters away from the werewolves, away from my sister and Auntie.

“He’s clearly got you on drugs or something.” “That’s ridiculous. I’m completely sober.” “Are you, Camille? I should give you a test or something.” He checked out the other books. More vampire romance? Where were the werewolves? He saw none. “Wrong,” Dire grumbled. Don’t worry. We’ll get her proper books. Maddox browsed more of the vampire books and realized that they all had the same author. Grace Moon. That was an interesting name.

"Hale thinks he's won by escaping. He's wrong. He's just made this personal." "What do you mean?" "I mean, we stop playing defense. We hunt him. Track him down. End this permanently." Dante meets her eyes. "No more waiting for the Order to strike. We become the hunters." It's a dangerous plan. Possibly reckless. But after thirty-six hours of captivity, of torture, of having her free will threatened, Sera can't bring herself to disagree. "Okay," she says. "Let's hunt." They spend the next days recovering and planning. Master Valentina shares intelligence from the Order facility—documents, computers, evidence of Hale's plans.

He assured her. Hunter roared the engine to life as Draken's men cleared the road—Draken's car along with three Fortuners were right behind Hunter's car. They reached the North Pack safely. Aurora was sick and it was related to her being a hybrid. She often goes through this pain but this time it wasn't that severe thanks to her wolf. Hunter stayed there with Aurora for a while but he couldn't bring his mind to rest. "You should get yourself treated," Draken said, noticing blood on Hunter's back. Hunter shook his head. Getting himself treated was the last thing on his mind.

The dart slams into my chest, left side, just above my ribs, and the world starts to go black, spiralling out fast and hard. No. No. No. Not yet. I slam my head back into the tree trunk behind me. Pain bursts in white stars across my vision, but it keeps me here. Keeps me awake. I can’t black out. I can’t be taken. Not when I have something to live for. Paige. Jaxon. Ryder. Remy. The Pack. My pack. I grit my teeth and try to shift again, but it’s an even worse attempt than before. The hunters speak again, muffled now, like I’m sinking underwater.

he murmured, voice like a broken vow, “if anything happens to me…” “Don’t,” she whispered. He exhaled—soft and tortured. “Get in the car.” But as she stepped toward it, a low, mocking voice echoed across the alley: “Walking away from her, Lucian? How predictable.” Elara froze . Lucian spun. And Damien Hale stepped out of the shadows. Alone. Unarmed. Smiling. The kind of smile that promised ruin. “Run, Elara,” Lucian murmured. But Damien’s eyes locked onto hers cold, victorious, certain.

My first night back at the Davis estate, sleep was a stranger. The withdrawal hit hardest in the dead of night. Curled up in bed, I shook with chills, my pajamas drenched in cold sweat. Memories assaulted me: my dad getting shot, my mom's last scream, the red liquid Adrian handed me... I remembered my first kill at 18: a traitor. Francis had shoved a gun in my hands and said, "Show your loyalty." I pulled the trigger, and the bullet found its mark.

Other than Azael and Reuel, the three men jumped to their feet instantly. They were utterly spooked to find blood and immediately, their gaze turned to the twins. Oddly, the brothers were calm as they sat in their chairs. Their face was unfathomable and Elise couldn’t make out what was running in their minds. However, it didn’t matter to her. They may deny as much as they want. But eventually, their crimes would come to light one day. After all, karma was a bitch.