Dark Hunter Series Novels & Stories

With that, Viaan held her arms and turned the girl over making her shriek loudly in fear. “What the fuck —” ***** 6:30 PM:- Somewhere in the opposite part of the city, Hunter walked into his apartment after closing the door on his back. The entire place was beaming with darkness since he had ordered the house staff to always turn off the lights before they leave the place. For some reason, the man dislikes any other human presence in his home when he comes back after a hectic day. And the other habits that are otherwise considered human were, too, out of his way of living. The broody man loved darkness instead of white bright lights welcoming him when he comes back.

For those who are new to my series, here is the complete breakdown of the completed and ongoing stories as of December 2023: For those that are new to my books, here is the complete list of the Black Shadow Pack Series: HE'S MY ALPHA - Jake (Jacob) & Clair THE BETA IS MINE - Beta Gavin & Alia LOVING THE GAMMA - Gamma Aaron & Janna IN THE ARMS OF MY ALPHA - Caspian & Andrea THROUGH THE EYES OF MY ALPHA - Riley & Nadia STEALING THE HEART OF MY ALPHA - Aeon & Alexa Into The Darkness Series: 10 years after STHOMA Beneath Her Darkness: The Alpha's Little Witch Braving The Darkness: One Night With the Demon King (attached to Beneath Her Darkness Book) And lastly, the series for the next generation

Quinn’s POV: The sound of gunfire echoes off the narrow alley walls. I feel my heart pounding. “Left!” Neha shouts. I don’t hesitate. I sprint, boots hitting wet concrete, breath burning in my throat. This is not how I envisioned spending my Tuesday afternoon. The suspect is fast ahead, flying fences like puddles. These youngsters, I curse. “Fuck, get down!” I yell as he turns back to us, his gun going off. How does a nineteen year old druggie get a freaking gun?

his voice booms. "Gotcha" I trace the voice. Woah,he's a perfect replica of his mom. No required soothsayer to explains him her child. I want him alone before we converse. I hide behind a pillar. Probably done conversing. I exit my hideout. "Shit. Gone again!" I fume. Ama kill him when found. I threaten. **** Mrs Dark's POV. Following Drake's werewolf stinch,I head behind the hall. "Drake!" I shut my eyes.

SCARLETT I slumped onto my bed, feeling like a damn cliché. It was him. All this while, it’s been him. Damien Hunter. My brother’s arch nemesis and the heir to the mafia throne. Not just any mafia, but my family's sworn rival. He was my stranger… has been my stranger all these while. The only person I have relived my wildest and dirtiest sexual fantasies with. Talk about a plot twist straight out of a trashy romance novel.

Special Agent Damon Hunt raced around the street corner, chasing his prey even as his heartbeat thundered in his ears. Damon’s partner, Eli Blank, was just steps behind him. No damn way were they letting the killer escape. The twisted bastard had already murdered four women in Arcadia Bay. Slashed their bodies. Torn out their throats. This nightmare was ending. Damon would make it end. The perp rushed into an alley. "Dead end, ass**le." The killer didn’t know the city, as well as Damon, did.

she hissed as she shone the light into the trees. “What is it?” he whispered into her ear from behind. “Look,” she whispered back as she wiggled the beam of the flashlight to indicate he look in that direction. “Do you see the eyes?” He did. They were evil red, unnatural looking eyes that could only belong to Satan’s pets. They were here. The question was, how many? She moved the flashlight’s beam in the direction of her cottage. She was glad Tara talked her into putting her porch light on a timer. It made it easy to see her house.

Below it, two opposing forces met in a cataclysmic confrontation. I recognized the faces of the Lycan brothers, their ferocity unleashed, fighting with a primal hunger I hadn't witnessed before. And then, a moment that stole my breath—a massive, shadowy creature, its eyes burning with an infernal light, rising from the depths, casting a pall over everything. It was a being of pure malevolence, and my blood ran cold as I felt its gaze, even through the vision, pierce directly into my soul. The final image was of a colossal, ancient tree, its roots reaching deep into the earth, its branches stretching towards the heavens, yet its leaves were withered and black, as if cursed.

"The people who killed your father. The ones who've been dismantling everything the Moretti family built. I've been in the shadows, following the money, the connections, waiting for the right moment to surface." "And this is that moment?" "You're being hunted by the same people, Dante. And you're not going to survive without help." She glanced at the door. "The girl. Sienna Blackwood. She's Arthur's daughter?" "How do you know that?" "Because I've been watching you both for weeks. I know about the seven nights contract. I know about Julian's debt. And I know the people who took Marcus and Arthur aren't just after the ledger."