Dark Hunter Series Novels & Stories

Haydee He came the way thieves come, over a wall built too high to climb, into rooms guarded too well to enter. I woke to the weight of someone in the dark and had my power halfway up my throat before I placed the shape of him. Black coat. Deep gold at the collar. The wrong pack's colors standing in Lucien's white house. Hunter. "You have ten seconds," I said, "before I bring the whole of Bloodpine down on your head." "I know."

Just thoughtful like we couldn’t get out of our head. Finally, he spoke again. “I need to tell you something. ” I turned carefully to face him, propping myself up on one elbow. “That sounds serious. ” “It is. ” His hand slid from my waist reluctantly. “I’m hunting a rogue pack. They’ve been…experimenting. They are using dark magic to turn wolves feral. Whatever they’re doing, it’s spreading. ” My chest tightened. “Dark magic?” He nodded. “If we don’t stop them, Black Hollow will be next.

When Charlotte awoke later that morning, she spent the day in the library, researching Amahl, the king of the night demons. The vampires had an impressive library filled with books relating to every topic about the occult and supernatural and she spent the rest of the day reading everything she could find about Amahl and the night demons. She was so engrossed in her research that she didn't realize that it was already evening until Harris came to inform her that dinner was being served in the dining room.

Damien. “Elara,” Lucian whispered, voice deadly quiet, “you’re going back inside. Now.” Her pulse roared. “Lucian…” “I’ll shield you. Just stay close.” “But what about…?” “Don’t argue.” His grip tightened around her hand. “I’m not losing you.” He pulled her toward the doors, body angled to block the shot. Another red flash streaked across the marble. Damien wasn’t sending a message this time. He was hunting. The ballroom lights swallowed them the moment they stepped inside, but Lucian didn’t slow. His hand stayed locked around hers, weaving through the crowd with predatory precision.

The light shot straight at the thin shadow. The creature didn’t scream. It broke apart like smoke in the wind, gone with a soft sigh. The light touched the possessed hunters. They blinked, waking from a deep sleep. Liam fell, crossbow bolt still in his chest. For a moment, there was silence. The crawling outside stopped. The hunters stared at Liora. She was breathing hard, the light fading from her skin. The cold presence settled back, satisfied.

I groaned inwardly and slipped down yet another side street. It was a dead-end. I furrowed my brows and leaned against the wall to keep myself from giving away my location. There was the odd little lamp here which I feared would cast a shadow on me. I paid close attention to the small group who were walking down past where I was hiding. One of their phones buzzed and let out an annoying ringtone. “Hey,” the Hunter greeted the other person at the end of the line. “We’re in the middle of looking for some werewolf right now. What’s up?”

He said. So I walked over to my desk on the other side of the room and I turned the computer on. I logging in and I started hacking into the dark web immediately and immediately I started looking at all different chatter that was happening. But none of it was vampires. It was all about the town that was taken out, but it was mostly werewolves talking about it. Communicating with other packs to try and find out more information. I’m searching on the web for hours without even realizing it when someone knocks on the door.

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.

My vision blackens at the edges, my legs weakening as I lean heavily against the door. Dominic is there, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of my agony. As if he had been waiting for me, his hand reaches out to catch me before I can fall, his touch a lifeline in the darkness that threatens to engulf me. Without a word, he guides me down to the basement, the cool stone walls closing in around us like a protective cocoon. With every step I take, the pain of the wolf’s bane coursing through my veins intensifies, a relentless torment that threatens to overwhelm me. Each breath is a struggle, each heartbeat a reminder of the poison that now courses through my body. The air is heavy with th

The wind howled like a wounded beast over the scorched tree trunks of Hollowmere. Blackened timbers jutted from the earth like broken teeth, ash curled in the air, and blood stained the dirt where a little human village had once stood. Seraphine Duskbane crouched over a half-burnt human skull, the bone still warm. She dipped two fingers into the blood pooled beside it and smeared a crude symbol across her jaw, three vertical slashes down the cheek, a hunter’s mark. Her fingers were steady. Her heartbeat wasn’t.