Edric X Hunter Novels & Stories

Emma had told her that she trusts her and Silvia didn't have to leave. It was clear that Hunter's plan failed but he knew he was able to put some fractions of doubt in everyone's heart regarding Silvia. Now he just has to solidify those doubts. As Xander knows everything, Hunter couldn't fabricate another lie and it sucks. It was easier to fabricate a piece of evidence rather than die looking for a real one.

“What did you just do?” Hunter asked coming out of the flowers. “You killed your son!” he walked past Ethan’s body. “Hunter!” Ludo called to him. “Join us Hunter,” Mr. Hamuumbu pointed the gun at him. “Aren’t you supposed to be dead, Hunter?” Ludo asked with her breath quickening. Hunter walked to where Ludo was and stood looking at Mr. Hamuumbu with disgust written all over his face. He didn’t utter a word to Ludo nor look at her.

I had only seen Mildred and Garren shift, so this was new. Hunter wasn’t nearly as big as Garren, but he was bigger than Mildred. His scales looked rougher, and he had spikes lining his back along his spine. His talons were longer than the others, and his wings looked like they were tipped with ice shards. “Hunter is the last of his kind,” Mildred said low enough for only me to hear. “He’s beautiful. He looks like he is covered in pieces of ice.” I said in awe. She let out a laugh.

I breathed hard, dragging my body up as I crawled forward on all fours like a fucking dog. I didn't stop, didn't even look back, not even when the air around me stiffened. Not even when the animals went quiet and the trees froze as though they had held their breath. Because deep down, I already knew what this meant. Growing up, I heard stories, rumours by the other slaves about the Hunter's Territory. No one dared to cross last this line, not even Alpha's or Betas and especially, not Omegas like myself. This land belonged to someone or something more deadly and mysterious.

In the brief moment before I finally slipped into the void, I faintly heard him speak. “Stubborn little Hunter.” ELIAS’ POV I watched the Hunter slumber, tracking the steady rise and fall of her chest with each soft breath. In sleep, she looked peaceful. There was no sign of the defiant female who had stared me down, or the sharp-tongued warrior who had riled Alistair into a frenzy. It still alarmed me how confidently she had provoked the idiot, despite having no means to defend herself. She’d even looked ready to fight me before her body finally gave out.

Hunter 30: A Moment of Ecstasy A sigh of relief left my mouth as I finished talking. I had finally said the words I had been longing to express, my confession a weight lifted from my chest. Yet, a sense of vulnerability lingered, a fear that my words might not be enough to bridge the gap between us. As I watched Hades sleep, my eyes filled with a mix of affection and appreciation. I know I am drawn to him, my heart captivated by his strength, his kindness, and his unwavering devotion.

Ronan asked. The man flinched, just slightly, but it was enough. I saw it in his eyes—the moment he knew we’d caught on. I bent down, grabbing his hand and turning it to the side, exposing the faint mark etched into his skin. My growl rumbled in my throat. "He's a hunter." "Fuck," he hissed, the rope snapping as his claws swiped through the air where I’d just been. He bolted, but he wasn’t fast enough.

"Susan is strong. She's fought through challenges in the forest. She'll make it. We must have faith in her resilience." Xander looks at the hunter and recognises the face as the one who saved Susan. He walks to him, shaking him. "I'm so grateful. Thank you for being here. Your support means a lot to us and God bless you for saving her life." "I'm Xander by name." He places his hand on his own chest. " What's your name?" "Oh, me?" He scratches his head and smiles. "I'm faith by name but a hunter by unfavorable circumstance."

It was as though Hunter had stepped somewhere beyond every realm we knew. That frightened me. Because if Chaos, Order, and the Sanctuary itself couldn't find him... Who could? The babies noticed his absence before anyone expected. Especially Xander. Hunter had somehow become his favorite person. Perhaps because Hunter never minded when Xander floated beside him while he worked. Or because he patiently answered every impossible question the little boy couldn't yet ask aloud. Whatever the reason... Xander missed him. Every single day. Without fail. He would crawl—or rather float—toward the throne room.

He is standing with his back turned against me, his eyes trained on the other person. I focus on him instead. He looks stunned, his eyes widened, and his lips parted. “That is impossible,” he mutters, shaking his head. “That veil hasn’t been breached in years. Who could have…” “Only one breed,” he drawls. “Hunters.” “Shit!” I didn’t think they were going to figure it out so fast. My breath hitches in my throat when he angles his head a fraction, when everything suddenly stops, as if he can sense me.