Ellie Stuart Hunter Novels & Stories

From behind us, a voice rang out—sharp and filled with venom that made several soldiers flinch. "You want to know their stories?" Elara pushed through the crowd, tears streaming down her face. "My daughter's name is there. Sara. She was just nine years old when your men hunted her for sport.” "Elara–” "No, Alpha. He wants truth? Let him have it." "My baby got chased through the woods for hours after she went missing. She begged them to stop. She cried out for me but I couldn't save her in time. Does that sound like a monster to you?"

Yet, he couldn't ignore the sensation of prickling needles stabbing his heart when his gaze swept over the beads scattered across the floor. "Who… Who is she marrying?" "Ian from the Hunting family." Elliot's hands clenched involuntarily. He knew Ian. Ian Hunting was the notorious heir of the Hunting family. He was a man whose reputation matched Elliot's in status but not in temperament. Ian might have the looks of a refined aristocrat, but he was also infamous for his ruthless streak. For example, the most celebrated beauty in their circle had deliberately thrown herself into his arms. Yet, he had kicked her so hard that he broke three of her ribs, and their entire family had suffered for i

Hunter was standing there as Eliot stood in front of him closing the door behind him while facing Hunter who was glaring at him coldly. "Who are you?" Hunter gritted. His voice was on edge and so was anger in his eyes. "I'm a doctor. Doctor Eliot," Eliot answered calmly, stepping away from the door so she wouldn't hear them talking. This makes sense. Why would Prince Lennox send Eliot here out of nowhere to look after this girl? From what Eliot could observe. Silvia was important to Alpha Hunter but she didn't want to see him. He must've done something bad to her. Why else would she not want to see his face? Just the thought of something like that angered Eliot.

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."

These four years have passed in the blink of an eye. Three years ago, Stella committed suicide in an insane asylum because she could not bear the remorse of killing her daughter. And Jonathan tried to escape from the army cantonment because he could not bear the torture and was shot dead. Hunter is still in an insane asylum. He is completely crazy now and does not recognize anyone. Sometimes, he just screamed crazily that Duke destroyed him. John came to apologize to Lelia. Lelia forgave him but John couldn't forgive himself.

Ellie’s car was here, which meant she hadn’t left the grounds, likely due to the rain. I searched everywhere for her. Her bedroom was empty. She wasn’t in the kitchen or the solarium. She wasn’t anywhere in the house, nor the pack house. Eventually, I decided to check the last place I could think of: the barracks. Maybe she’d gotten hurt training or something. But she wasn’t there, either. There were just two warriors sitting at the round table, playing cards. “Have you seen Ellie?” I asked. They looked up at me. One nodded. “She went out to hunt down the boar.”

"Yea? and how can you be so sure? Kinda sounds to me like there's a strong possibility! She's probably waltzing around this place laughing to herself that she's managed to get away with it!" "She's not waltzing around here, that's for sure!" Father bit back as his eyes narrowed at Magnus. "No? What, did she flee back to her hometown? Had some plausible explanation to leave?" "Actually!" I interrupted as I leaned forward on the table to hold his attention. "Ellie is practically comatose in her bed after she took one of the hunters' bullets in the back, to save my father!" I informed him, with anger in my voice. Magnus looked back and forth, between my father and me, as if we had just told him

“But I never let anyone touch what’s mine. And I sure as hell won’t start now.” Once the door clicked shut, sealing him in the silence of his office once more, Hunter sank back into his leather chair. He grabbed his phone, his thumb hovering over Sophia’s number, but he didn’t call her back. Instead, he navigated to his contacts and typed in a single name: “Eleanor.” His old fixer. Discreet, resourceful, and utterly loyal. Someone who could make problems disappear without a trace. He hesitated for a fraction of a second, a flicker of something akin to doubt crossing his face. Then, his jaw hardening with resolve, he pressed send.

"Are you sure about that, leader Matilda? The hunter is tricky. She always changes her appearance, therefore, it's a bit hard to find her. I also heard from her victims that she use something to hide her real scent." Kasper looks at his mom and she just nods. Kasper's mother gave him a look to just follow her command. "My son is not the leader of the alpha pack for nothing. He just needs to observe the hunter and find out who's her informant because I guess that there is a spy here in our village... Don't let your guard down, my son. And if you found an opportunity, kill the hunter!" "Yes, mother," Kasper said and bow to her. "I will accompany the alpha leader." Every one of them look at Fli

"I know Cathy. She isn't capable of killing anyone." Ellie shuts her laptop. Inhales the air from the surrounding. Still can't seem to get the stink of vampire blood off her nostrils. She knows most of it isn't from Jaden but there is something quite familiar about the bloody smell of the hotel attackers and the one from Jaden's body. "How much do you know her, Jay?" "She's an aristocrat, and I've got a bunch of them as friends. The ones who aren't too old for my liking. You can't thaw her, Ellie. She isn't ice."