Edric X Hunter Novels & Stories

Uncle gary said in sad mood I wiped my face and stopped crying to understand what my uncle was saying. " Uncle, this is not funny. Werewolves don't exist. So how will they kill my father and even if they exist. What business does my father and werewolves have in common”. “ You are from the generation of Hunter's." I looked at him astonished. A lot was going through my mind “ This is the first time I am hearing of Hunter and now you are telling me I am from the generation of Hunter's. Please can you elaborate?” Still confused about what he is saying because my dad has never discussed this with me before he died.

My stomach dropped. "What?" He nodded. "I hired investigators to find you after you dared to run from me that morning. It took them a week to find you." Something was slamming hard against my rib cage in a really violent way. I knew what it was. My heart. "I found out who you were—Matteo Leone, a twenty three year old bisexual man, living in your father's house like a prisoner." He leaned forward slightly. "I learned everything about you—your urm... useless family, and your situation within hours of funding you."

He fell to the ground and Eric gave him a cherry on top of the ice cream with three kicks to his tummy. Hunter has never felt so much pain in his life. Eric barged the door open and dragged a bloody Hunter out by the hand. His vintage shirt now had more designs to it, red designs, and his face was just hopeless. He dragged him to Harry who was barely standing on his own feet. “Now, apologize to him”, Eric said to the almost half dead man. Hunter grunted and growled, the pain getting the better part of him. He tried to move, but he couldn't.

The time is slowly starting to arrive when I reveal myself to my old friend. For years I have been keeping a close watch on Hunter Eldridge. I am disgusted with what I have seen, he really has gone from a ruthless dark lord to a human-loving marshmallow. I have been watching over Hunter for years, with each passing year he makes one mistake after another.

He became worried that at any time Ezra's disease could recur and it would endanger his life. -00- “From now on Edmond Prince will replace Hunter in this office. All of you must submit to his orders and do well.” Edward stood in front of all his employees along with Hunter in a new look. Hunter in his Edmond Prince form has long hair that barely reaches his shirt collar and wears glasses. He also has bangs on his forehead to disguise his Hunter figure. He stood tall beside his father, as if he was someone else and not a Hunter Louise. Last night he had told himself that from now on he was no longer Hunter Louise. The soft and weak man had died in a bomb blast. He will be a new figure. A man

I had heard his excuses and explanations before, but I still wasn’t buying it. Skeptically, as I hurriedly walk, chasing the light down a long-rounded passage, I ask “I find it hard to believe you, of all people, would risk your life for this quest.” “Believe it or not Hunter, I’m here. I didn’t do this for my own gain.” I scoff at his words. Everything Oliver did was for self-gain. “Scoff all you want; I may be rogue and hated Hunter, but those changelings will follow the Lycan witch without question and they are the best damn trackers I have ever come across. Maybe I’m getting soft in my old age, and I can’t refuse the plea of a little Skinwalker.”

Edward walked beside his father for the first time in weeks, stealing glances at the man who, for years, had been the unshakable pillar of their family. “How did you even meet Serena’s mother?” Edward asked after a time. Their father chuckled, his voice tinged with sadness. “I met her when I had nothing. I was a widower with two sons and no land to call my own. She was… otherworldly. Gentle, fierce, and wise. I didn’t know who she really was, not at first. Only later did I realize she’d come from a sacred bloodline—one destined to pass on gifts the world wasn’t ready to hold.”

Chapter 53 LAURA This moment each time it comes it's like a nightmare one that lingers forever I wait for a change in his countenance but everything remains blank, no surprise look no gawking no tellin no moving away, He seats still looking at me unfazed as if waiting for a bigger news, "Aren't you going to say Anything?" I ask him unsure if he heard me right, "I'm sorry what?" "I'm a hunter" 'so?" "I've killed a lot"

And I… I was doing everything I could to hold myself together long enough to help him. I stood in the living room, arms crossed over my chest, staring at the map spread across the table. Hunter hovered over it, eyes sharp, posture rigid, aura coiled and ready. He had been gone most of the day, coming back with a face as dark as a storm. Xavier entered the room, closing the door behind him. For a moment, neither one of them looked at me. That alone told me everything. Something was coming. Something big. Something deadly. I forced myself to break the silence.

“If he is a hunter, though, why didn’t he approach any of us about it? We’d be more effective if we joined forces.” I pursed my lips. “I wondered that, too. Guess I’ll have to add it to my list of questions for him.” Dad raised his fists and pushed up onto his toes, rocking back and forth gently. “From vampire to vampire hunter. Huh.” I pulled my hands up too. Dad flattened his stance, balancing on the balls of his feet and moving easily into a crouch. As he pulled up, I took aim and jabbed him in the jaw. This time, the punch landed.