Eldritch Hunter Novels & Stories

Gritting my molars, I stated firmly that the money was no issue, but the safety of my family was catching a raised brow from Cedric. “I mean Eva's safety,” I quickly reiterated, causing Gideon and Jace to cover their faces at my gaffe. “Jaxon Wellspring is probably the culprit. He's a rogue hunter from the Crescent Moon pack and is a hybrid warlock and wolf,” Gideon Landers asserted while rubbing his chin. “Can you transport us to him?” I asked. Shaking his head, he explained that he could only teleport to individuals whom he had met in person. “I have only heard about him; however, I can take us to the pine forest you mentioned, and we can search for his forest home,” Gideon offered.

Immediately, I hurried into the courts; I needed to find some magical ingredients I could use to stop the Hunters from tracking me wherever I went. It was fun playing Ripper, but that thrill soon faded when the Drusken werewolf hunter clan found me. The Drusken hunter was a clan of very gifted and deadly werewolf hunters led by Amara Drusken, the new Drusken leader, and damn, she was good. No hunter had ever gotten so close to daggering me like she did. She even managed to scar me with her cursed dagger, and it left a mark on my chest; this must be the way she always seemed to find me wherever I ran. Over the years it has become a real love and hate relationship that would only end when one

He said. I just sat there completely in shock. Then I grabbed my champagne and chugged the class before setting it back on the table. Damien just smiled at me, trying to hide his laughter. “I don’t see how any of this is funny… Do you realize who I am?” I hissed. “Snow, trust me, I know everything there is to know about you.” He said. “No, I don’t think you understand… I am a Hunter. A VAMPIRE HUNTER… You are a Vampire. I’m supposed to kill you. Why would the gods make me your gifted mate? It just doesn’t make sense.” I said.

Timothy unlocked the safe and I immediately reached past him to grab my rifle. I slowly met each one of their eyes. “Count to ten and come find me.” I dashed towards the woods and after glancing behind me to make sure they weren't there, I darted to the left. I ran all the way to the deer field and scaled a tree. I made sure that I was completely concealed. I kept my breathing light and shallow. I waited until I heard them moving through the woods. I scouted the area until I found them, walking carefully through the woods. Timothy lifted his hand and pointed to the left, before pointing to the right. I almost giggled, barely catching myself as I watched them really try to hunt me down. I mad

Now I knew where the worst Youtubers had learned all their stupid clichés. The four ghost hunters looked like one of the rock bands Mom listened to, all of them wearing black from head to toe, and a hot macho frontman: Brandon Price, creator, executive producer and lead investigator of the show. Anything else in your spare time, dear? But no matter their looks, they actually behaved like teens on spring break.

Hunt. "I know you're here, healer," a hissing voice broke the silence. "You smell of fear and the bed of an exiled Alpha. What a fall, Darlene. From the shadows of the fir trees emerged Silas, Jackson's most ruthless tracker. He was a thin, almost cadaverous man with eyes that never blinked. In his right hand, he toyed with a silver dart, the kind of projectile designed to paralyse a wolf in seconds.

The werewolf's eyes widened in surprise, fur rising from his forehead, creating a line of eyebrows. What the hell is this creature doing here? Alud hadn't seen anything like it in over two hundred years, but he immediately recognized the creature that stepped out of the mist before him. White-faced Hunter: No concept of honor, valor or feelings, their existence has only one goal to kill whoever his masters say, and then disappear into oblivion. A kind of professional assassin of the dark world. Only a few dark ones are not afraid of these accursed creatures. Called with the help of complex ancient rituals, they are full of power received through a special conductor in the material world. A t

The crypt held its breath. Torchlight stuttered against damp stone, shadows stretching like knives. The altar had split wide open, the crack glowing with a black fire that was neither heat nor flame. And from it, the hand had come — clawed, long-fingered, slick with shadow ichor — curling on the stone edge as though testing its weight. Daryl’s scream shredded through the silence, his body bowing off the slab as tendrils writhed beneath his skin. His eyes burned bright, black shot through with molten orange, like embers in coal.

Even as a Vampire, he could feel Swift howling and growling inside him. It wasn’t any animal. It was human. He could guess it. His senses were getting clouded. He was getting high on the whiff. Sniffing once. Twice. He opened his eyes. His face was screaming intoxication and pleasure. He took the bottle to his lips. Reading everyone’s expression. His crimson red eyes were sparkling golden in between. His friends were all tense. He could faintly hear Alpha Michael since Zol couldn’t hear it. They were all standing sucking in their breaths.

Before dawn, the first hunter had successfully found Dax Riven. It was not an easy tax. The air around Dax shifted. It was thick with old magic that was sharp and invasive. He woke up instantly and rolled from the narrow cot before a sharp blade sank into the wood where his head lay seconds before. He stood up snarling with his blade already in hand. The hunter walked out of the shadows, cloaked in Council black and his eyes glowing with ritual light. “By older of the Council—”