Elizabeth Hunter Books Novels & Stories

Kale POV Elizabeth Vance. The only child of the Pack General, Marcus Vance. Seventeen years old. Spoiled rotten, but somehow she had still grown into the kind of young lady everyone respected. Polished. Poised. The perfect arm candy for a dinner like this. Her hobbies were writing, reading, and other boring activities that were almost identical to Rhea’s….. My fist tightened around the file page, crinkling the edge. The photo of Elizabeth, with her blonde hair so similar to mine but green eyes instead of blue, stared back at me with a perfect smile. Perfect everything.

She has taken her werewolf and hunter training very seriously. I turned the basement of our house into my hunter’s lair. It’s where I keep copies of books from the guild that Sameer sent over, all my ingredients, and of course, my weapons. She’s down there three times a week for training with me. And I’ll teach Zory and Farrah when they are old enough. And whenever my sister has kids, I’ll teach them too. The knowledge of the Adio hunters will not end. Just be modified to fit into our new world. “Are you going to sit here staring off into space?” Dani questioned, taking a seat on the sofa in the cabin we were staying in for the wedding.

Taking his hand, he gently helped her to her feet just as Cal arrived back with Liam's cloak and a few satchels. "As I said before, Caliana Raine, will be this years Hunter Apprentice. If they have a problem with it, they will answer to me." Caliana was too shocked to respond as Liam draped his cloak over her shoulder, guiding her back to the group of Hunters waiting with their horses.

"But not from you." Eliza said nothing, just sat back on the couch. The situation was a difficult one. Anyone who knew her could tell that she still had feelings for Aaron. She had been very hopeful that they would be able to mend their relationship and thought they were headed in that direction, until Cadence entered the picture. Though Eliza thought of Cadence as a friend and had a great deal of respect for her, she couldn't let her opinion of the girl interfere with her plan to get back together with Aaron. Eliza had a few tricks up her sleeve, a few talents few others were aware of. So far, nothing she had tried recently had been successful. But she was not the type to give up so easily.

Elizabeth’s POV I had finally reached out to Christian through one of his ever-faithful workers, the same ones he kept sending to deliver gifts I hadn’t asked for. A few days ago, he sent me fifty pre-release books. Romance novels, of course. Top-notch titles that weren’t supposed to hit shelves for months, yet somehow Christian had gotten them early. I’d binged through almost every single one. They gave me a peace I hadn’t felt in weeks, curling up in their stories, forgetting my own. But what unsettled me more was how he knew exactly the kind of books I loved. That man noticed everything, even the details I thought no one else did.

He truly intended to ignore her for a good while and just sat back in his armchair. "Interesting, both friends hiding things. One is a hired assassin, making a lot of money but living an ordinary life. The other is an almost trillionaire heiress pretending to be poor. What other secrets does she have? Zany Bay seems to be helping, I don't doubt that." In her room, Elizabeth was surprised when she saw Gaby arrive. She could hardly believe she could receive a visitor, but Richard had been clear; she just couldn't leave the mansion, yet she was on the verge of a breakdown in her room as she told Gaby everything she had discovered.

" As he turned his gaze to the lying body, Higgins spoke out against her overreaction. "What's the deal with your stare?" He inquired, seemingly piqued by the tenacity in her imagined grin. "So you're the hunter that Rachel kept telling about. Paul Higgins, the renowned and experienced warrior hunter who became stranded on this continent and incorporated magic into his..." She was led to confess everything she knew about him, at least the scratched surface information that she had been exposed to. "Shut up, little girl." Higgins blurted in a clear-cut manner. As he strutted to the door, he walked over the inquisitor's laying arm, listening for an incoming sound.

I am not funny or talkative either. Being a perfect boyfriend might be hard. Probably it really is difficult. But for my queen, I was willing to do my best. “Hogan, should we go?” Elizabeth asked me as she walked towards the door of the cabin with a set of arrows and a bow wrapped around her back. Elizabeth isn’t a good hunter yet, but she looks more excited than the young version of me who learned hunting for the first time. “Yes,” I answered and opened the door for her. Suddenly, Elizabeth had this expression of bafflement. Her brows went upward, her eyes widened, and her lips opened.

With each step forward, the outcome of the unknown seemed to deepen, making her question whether the truth, once discovered, would provide the peace she sought or unleash a storm that could destroy everything she held dear. Elizabeth's life had become a complex layer of secrets, lies, and revelations. In her pursuit of truth, she had crossed into a realm where the boundary between loyalty and betrayal was blurred, and the consequences of her actions remained uncertain. The path ahead was uncertain, but she was determined to unravel the truth behind Samantha's sudden disappearance and discover the full extent of her husband's involvement in this shadowy world of secrets.

She commanded. No one moved. Her eyes glazed around and then she spoke. “Denise, come forward.” The blood walked forward, dipped her hand into the box and pulled out a paper. I waited, watching her unwrap it and she smiled. “It's not me.” “Amber,” the priestess called. The red Head climbed the stairs and picked a paper. She was shaking as she opened the paper and then spoke with a relaxed happy voice. “Not me, either.” Then the next one climbed and another until…