Ellie Stuart Hunter Novels & Stories

She had unwittingly spilled the truth before him thinking that he knew about their son. There had been no artful thinking about the way she had spilled the truth and there was no intent of getting anything out of him at all. She did not want anything from him, of that much he was certain. He had seen her since she was a baby and she had always held her head high, no matter what the situation was. But now it was all going out of control. And he, Oberon Hunter had a son, whom his mother had named him after the angel, Ruriel.

" 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.

Five Days Earlier I am sitting in my chair finishing my homework. Having a single room is great, but sometimes, like tonight, it’s lonely. I’m glad I got to move into the pack house, but I miss being at home with mom and dad. My name is Elenor Charlotte Miner, but most people just call me Ellie. I am seventeen years old, a senior in high school, and I am a werewolf. I am a pretty typical teenage girl, except for my healing abilities and strength.

This was the sort of assignment she'd been waiting for, a chance to show her boss, Mr Francis Wells himself, Jake's father, that she could be more than just the run-of-the-mill slayer. She might even be able to nudge her way into the elite team from this assignment, which had always been a dream of hers. "I think you should go, Jake," she tried to soften her tone, "I'm tired and I have a lot of paperwork to read." The hurt look on Jake's face did make her feel guilty this time, but he needed to know he'd crossed the line. This is what she'd been working towards since she had started training to be a hunter.

Dark skin and curly black and blonde curly lockets: Moya Vitiello. I should have seen this coming. The black hunter and the dead queen of the underworld had worked together on countless missions and heists reigning the most wanted criminals. One put a man to shame with her seducing qualities with her name being echoed in the world and one who does justice in forms of murder, the Black Hunter. “Didn’t expect that coming, did you?” a certain Russian voice asked while nudging me while sipping on glass that I could only presume to be vodka. “Dimitri,” I started, “you wouldn’t know if this would you?”

Just as I was about to leave, I said, "I need to—" But Hunter pulled me back, insisting, "I have something for you." Glancing around and noticing people were staring, I whispered, "People are watching; I really need to go." But he wouldn't let go. Right in front of me, Hunter Morgan knelt, and everyone began to scream. What was happening? Hunter said, "You're very special, Elara. The first day I knew you were my friend's sister, I couldn't let you go." Bianca screamed, "Oh my God, oh my God!" Like this wasn't what she wanted.

she greeted, as Sam frowned for being interrupted. "Ella Anderson?" he questioned, eyes briefly flicking down to her badge. "Of course, yes," and he continued. "I am Hunter Oscar of the Moon Howlers Pack. Beta Elio has asked me to find you and tell you that he wants to see you." he told her. At his words her blood ran cold, and her face fell. "No," Sam spoke up, slipping his arm around her waist and pulling her to his side. Ella crashed into his broad side, and quickly grabbed a hold of his shirt in fear.

I don’t wait for a response. I press forward, my body moving on instinct, hunting for any sign of him. Every second that passes is another second he is suffering. Then, a familiar voice—syrupy and mocking. “Well, look who it is.” I stop. Ellie. She stands in the middle of the hallway, arms crossed, her lips twisted into a smirk. But she’s changed. Her eyes glow an eerie silver, her veins dark against her pale skin. A hybrid. She tilts her head, eyes gleaming with cruelty. “I heard the dog died.”

His companions were not far behind him and in the blink of an eye they were gone, leaving their drinks behind. Cathy threw her hands in the air. “Great! Now they have the rest of my money and I have half my orders.” “Teddy get Frank to get three trucks of our best wine and beers over here now.” Teddy went off to carry out his order while Theodore wiped his hands and with a smirk winked at Taylor who despite her boss’s obvious dislike of the man, blushed. Cathy rolled her eyes. The man was a charmer but she knew the truth about him. He was a dangerous Hunter who abducted and slit throats for a living. The kind of person she didn’t want around her.

“I guess this Hunter that shot you wasn’t the right one, then? So… why aren’t you seeing anyone now?” “Who says I’m not?” “Are you?” “No.” He answered me really quickly but then grew quiet. “I was in love once, not so long ago, seventy or so years ago. She died. I’ve had a hard time dating since then.” “Oh.” I couldn’t think of anything else to say at the moment so I only stared at him. “I’m sorry. It wasn’t… I mean. Never mind. It’s not my business.” “It wasn’t the Hunter, no. Turns out we weren’t actually in love. I didn’t know what love was until I met Ellie. But she died, and there was nothing I could do to save her.”