Ellie Stuart Hunter Novels & Stories

Gross,’ ‘She didn’t even care that Elder Zane is already 500 years old,’ ‘I don’t care, at least now Hunter can be mine,’ Rebecca’s voice reached my ears and my wolf growled in protest. We are not a bitch. We are not a whore. I have one mate! And his name is Hunter. Hunter growled furiously at Zane and I just blinked, stunned to say the least. “She is mine and mine alone,” Hunter roared, his eyes turning black as he fought hard to keep his wolf at bay.

“Since it seems to me that you are the most agitated, let me finish you off first before I move on to my sister shall we? Then, I will have perfection and rule the world!” She pulled a dagger behind her and pointed it to Finrod’s neck. “What do you say about me slitting you neck, huh?” Ellaine saw with horror as the Dark Child towered above Finrod. No, she was not kidding. She never did. No difference if it was an old king with a family back in his kingdom or a young prince warrior with years ahead of him. When she meant to kill someone, she will. “Eat the Hristoax. It’s yours.” A female voice told Ellaine.

She seems don't mind the cut off and continued with a strange expression, “This is confidential-” “How can you say it is when you handed me a jade of information?!” She craned her neck, lost all the necessary excuses. She sigh after realizing I already frustrated. She ask with a bit of confussion, “How can the young lady realize my lies?” I sneered. “You really asking that? Really, how can you be a huntress?” She pondered about it, and it only cause my heart to shook with too much frustration. She said after, “Well, I'm not actually a huntress...”

It was too low to hear anything, but when Ventura’s pale green vampire eyes fell on me, his smile widened, showing me his long canines. “I wanted to ask, what happened to the girl in the file?” Ventura questioned as he slid to the edge of his seat and leaned closer to me. “Surely, Ventura, you already know. The report I gave my father was thorough. She’s a bounty hunter who had been given the Michael Umbridge contract. Her sole job was to bring him to jail. Which she successfully did.”

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.

DEAD !!!" Eliodora shouted, completely beside herself. "And you are just as to blame as he is!" She spat on the covers in front of Aurelia. “I've been looking for you for so long and planning my revenge and now the night has come! He's going to pay Aurelia, I want to see him bleed! ”Elli whispered with a wild, determined intensity and pulled the cock at the rear end of the weapon backwards. With a soft click she cocked the firing pin, the gun was ready to fire.

I asked. "Yes." Hunter simply states, making me furrow my brows, first in surprise, then in annoyance. I could tell Hunter was withholding information from me. I just needed a way to figure out what it was. I was surprised to hear that the dot had moved, as I had expected the dot to have either remained at Stone Johnson or to have disappeared altogether. It made me wonder how the signal was being sent. Surely they would've been checked and had their electronics taken away. If there was still a location being displayed, then perhaps Sienna had managed to find a way to hide a tracker on her. Though... What if it was a trap? The location that Hunter could be giving me could be wrong. Eli was go

At one table, Nick saw a huge woman sitting alone and texting on her phone. He sat down next to her, “Hey. Are you the huntress?” Nick asked with the tone he used when interrogating criminals. “Excuse me? What are you talking about?” The woman asked. “You're the one who has been doing the lycanthropes in, aren't you?” Nick asked, undettered. “Is this a pick-up line? Because if it is, you need practice.” The woman said and walked away, but not before calling Nick a weirdo.

"I know what I did is not good, I poisoned my brother, Brian because she wanted to marry my fated mate. I had met her in the arranged marriage partner he chose so that he can remain in his Alpha position. Her name is Ellie, the current Miss Wolf World International. I think you know her?" "Why?" She gestures with her hands. "Is there anyone who doesn't know Ellie that her best friend and manager is Hassie! Their friendship alone would make her noticed, they are just like Mbappe and Hakimi." I smile at this, I'm a football fan, an ardent one and each time anything is said connected to it, I always feel delighted.

He looked like a spider descending on a fly. Elara scrambled to her feet, her knees scraping against the wet asphalt. Her backpack was gone, snagged on a jagged piece of the broken window ten stories up. All she had left was the matte-black knife strapped to her thigh. "Tenacious," the Hunter grunted as his boots hit the pavement. He unclipped his harness with a practiced flick. "Most socialites just curl up and cry when they hit the trash. You’ve got spirit, 407. Julian said you were soft. I guess he was wrong."