Novel & Cerita Dark Hunters Series In Order

Darren commanded the guards. Shirley burst out laughing, "wait let me correct you, get me Davina's body this instance... that's the correct thing to say," Shirley said. Hunter took a deep quiet breath before he began to slink his way into the darkness. He walked slowly, keeping his head pointed and ears up in anticipation of danger. With one last glance to where his mom and the rest of the wolves were standing, he hurried away. He let out a short breath of relief once he left there unseen then he glanced around the side and checked his back to see if anyone was around before he once again started walking towards a sharp turn.

Not like this. Not again. A shift in the air. I felt them before I saw them. Order. Hunter. They appeared at my side, calm in the middle of chaos. “There is a way,” Order said immediately. I didn’t take my eyes off Maxwell. “I’m listening.” Hunter stepped forward slightly, his gaze flicking briefly toward the creatures being cut down behind us before returning to Maxwell. “He is already dead,” Hunter said simply. “Which means he can be contained.” That got my attention.

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."

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?

Three fucking wars. First, this, I thought. Words. Informations. That sounded a lot like the issues Darren was talking to me about. Hard-drives and black books being stolen. Information. They were werewolves infiltrating packs, most probably under the leadership of a new ambitious Alpha who wanted to gain something. Probably exploiting the fact that the Brotherhood is both stretched thin, plus dealing with the aftermath of the war with Nubinero, and now Greysky and Akayume.

“I told you truth. This… is where I end. Where you… begin.” Behind us, the cottage shook with the force of battle. Damon’s wolf form slammed a shadow beast through the shattered table, his black fur slick with blood, his growls like thunder rolling through the night. Lucas was fire incarnate, moving with deadly precision, claws rending the darkness apart, his golden eyes lit with fury. Yet for every shadow they cut down, another crawled from the hunter’s power. And the hunter… gods, the hunter wasn’t even fighting. He stood amidst the chaos as if the carnage were nothing more than a show performed for his amusement. His hood shadowed his face, but I felt his gaze tethered to me, heavy, invas

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’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.

The previous books are: - Fated Rejection – Fated Claim (Book 1) - Fated Soul – Fated Light (Book 2) - Fated Power – Fated Destiny (Book 3) The previous books in the Dark Moon series (Cross-over series) are: - His Hunt For Redemption (Book 1) - Design of Fate (Book 2)

she said firmly. “Thanks, Claire,” Hunter nodded, a fleeting smile tugging at the corner of his lips before disappearing just as quickly. He turned back to me, his face settling into the grim expression I’d grown familiar with. “I’ll be back in twenty minutes, alright? Just stay put.” I glanced at the couple, unsure if I could trust them or even myself to respond properly. The weight of everything—the danger, the secrecy—pressed down on me. I nodded stiffly, words failing me, as Hunter pulled on his helmet and strode out. The roar of his bike echoed through the quiet parking lot, and I watched him go, a creeping sense of unease settling into my bones.