Eldritch Hunter Novels & Stories

He directed his speech to the doctor and ran out to that suspicious tunnel And he is bare-chested..sweat fills his chest and..muscles He entered quickly without caring. The tunnel or dungeon was very deep, behind him were the guards and men of the herd of Ultm - his Mate 's flock - " Alpha". Harry shrieked running toward a deeply fainted man, with many, many men near him, some of them dead - some dead - and others breathing hard, just like Jack. Zayn's gaze shook, cautiously looking at the place , "Harry let him go," ordering him and the rest of his pack to oppose him .

The expanse above us was a gorgeous shade of blue, and if I kept my back to the bruised streaks of violet forcing their way from the south, I could almost forget the impending doom hurtling towards us. "You okay?" Lillith asked, stopping beside me. Her almost waist length hair was down, neatly brushed and pushed back over her shoulders. "Yeah. Tired is all." Tired of running from the Sades and their Shadow Men. Tired of seeing their victories heralded in the darkening sky and the used bodies left in their wake. Tired of missing Nick, of not knowing where he was or if he was even alive anymore and tired of feeling like a pale skinned, violet eyed freak.

Calm gray eyes. Not afraid. Not surprised. Prepared. Several more emerge behind him silently. The first hunter studies the clearing slowly. Then his gaze lands directly on Vaelith. Recognition flashes instantly across his face. Not curiosity. Confirmation. “There she is,” he says quietly. Every instinct in Vaelith’s body goes cold. Draven steps fully in front of her. The hunter’s attention shifts toward him. A faint smile touches his mouth. “Alpha Varkrys,” he says smoothly. “You’re earlier than expected.”

It careened into the cave wall and knocked some pieces of rock down on the other side of the cavern. Holland looked confused, as if she’d never seen these bracelets before. While the Queen was distracted, Jo ended the two Vampires she’d been fighting. She noted that a few of the other beings in the room were Hunters just like her--Assassin Hunters. She’d need some of Lucas’s people to help with that, although titanium bullets would allow a Guardian or Hunter to kill them. It would be easier with the Souleds, though. Killing Hunters was what they were made for. Lucas himself was nearly there. She hoped he got there before any Guardians showed up.

And also she felt excruciating pain because her neck bone seemed to be crushed. “Devil Hunters? A trash organization that wants to kill all the demons from the face of the earth? Are you stupid?” James said not laughing like before. Iris struggled as James started to lift her with his hands still choking her neck. She was increasingly tormented waiting for Jonathan to come to save her. “The tens of thousands of years I have lived on earth, I have never heard of your stupid jokes, Devil Hunter. Rubbish! You're all just dirt on the face of the earth." James said glaring and seemed to enjoy the expression of Iris trying to breathe.

“So I will ask you properly, What the hell are you doing here? Lyandra Draikos.” Serenya tilted her head, amusement flashing in her eyes. “I am here to take what's mine.” She raised her hand. Shadows poured inward, from the open doors stepped figures clad in black cloaks, their weapons gleaming silver and steel. The stench of iron filled the air. Hunters. Gasps filled the chamber, The Riders drew weapons, but the Hunters stood unflinching, their leader bowing slightly toward Lyandra. “Impossible…” one elder whispered. “The Hunters would never…”

Getting closer. "Stay together!" Axel shouted, his dagger already burning with flame. The first Hunter emerged from the darkness. It was humanoid but wrong. Too tall, with limbs that bent in directions they shouldn't. Its skin was translucent, showing bones and organs that pulsed with dark energy. And those eyes—burning red, filled with hunger. It moved fast. Inhumanly fast. Axel met it head-on, his flaming dagger slashing across its chest. The blade connected, cutting deep. The Hunter screeched and stumbled back.

Like something ancient and cruel has stepped into a place it was never meant to exist. “Bloody witch hunters,” Alpha Kieran growls, his body already shifting slightly, claws lengthening. “Get out of here, Destiny. Now.” The figure turns toward us and I feel it. I know the moment the black beady eyes peering out through the armor looks out at me and a surge of recognition passes through. “Heir of the Golden Blood. At last you’ve been found." The Hunter's voice is distorted, like it's been layered with something deeper, something inhuman.

Herald said and smiled devilishly "I thought we were friends,I trusted you herald,I fucking trusted you ass hole!!" Drey yelled and his eyes took a shade of yellow "I guess you were just stupid enough to trust me" Herald said smirking "Attack!!" He ordered as the hunters charged at Drey "I hope I can buy you enough time little bro" Drey muttered and launched at the charging hunters He slashed,ripped, bit,kicked and punched the hunters when suddenly something hard and strong hit his chest and he fell to the ground

I said and let go of her. “Your whole family is downstairs,” she said and looked deep into my eyes. She watched me as I got dressed and raised her eyebrows when I slid two Jericho’s into the shoulder holsters and zipped my jacket up halfway. I took her hand and we headed down the stairs. I heard their voices, familiar voices, as we neared the last stair. We stepped into the open-plan room and every head turned to look at me. “It’s the eyes,” a woman said. Jessica Sinclair. Five foot four inches. One hundred and sixty-four pounds. Dark brown hair. Golden brown eyes. Belongs to Malachi. Witch.