Ellie Stuart Hunter Novels & Stories

his voice sounded hoarse, probably from shock or disbelief at the situation he was facing. The girl bowed her head briefly, her lips moving slowly, as if searching for the right words. "My name is Elle," she said in a soft but clear tone. "My house is not far from here, near the pine forest. I wang and happened to see your car on fire. I came to help you." "Hunting?" Lucas furrowed his brow, between suspicion and confusion. His gaze fell on Elle's clothes - simple, with a shabby leather jacket and dark pants. In her hand was a small bow, completing the impression of a hunter. Hgreete e was something unusual about her-something that made Lucas' hair stand on end.

My retaliation was a public humiliation in front of the entire university that Gary could not simply ignore. The game of humiliation he had carefully planned had turned into a public judgment of him and his lackeys. It broke the last of his restraint and made him go mad. He dropped the civility and stopped testing the waters. That night, the app posted an unprecedented "Ultimate Hunting" Quest. The title was crimson red. [Ultimate Hunting Quest. Capture Sinead alive and take her to the abandoned classroom building in the north.]

“That was something that had never happened up until the day my dad shot and killed that female Hunter who had helped ambush the team at Sierraville.” “Is that the place where Elliott was killed?” Zane asked. Jo wasn’t sure on all of the details, but she knew that much. “Yes.” She’d already told him some of this but repeated it now. “The Hunter who shot him was named Cowboy Sam. My dad shot a Hunter named Camilla. She’d shot… Jamie, I think. But then, Christian had gotten shot that night, too. Maybe it was him. I’m not sure. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard that story, and it wasn’t one either of my parents liked to talk about.” She could hear voices ahead of her and knew they were alm

she winked at me. Ignoring her, I withdrew my aura, releasing everyone from my power. My focus was on Eric. He had some balls to challenge me, I’ll give him that. But given that he was the son of Ignatius Saul, it shouldn’t even surprise me. How did Elise feel about being mated to one of the hunter’s brood? The irony of it. After all these years of devoting herself to me, only to find a mate now. I looked at Sabelle. Did she have something to do with this? There were too many curious faces that turned towards us. Everyone wanted to know who this woman was, but no one dared to ask. I had more pressing matters to attend to than satisfy their curiosity.

I thought Vincent was a trustworthy person, so he told him, "I met Aliyah half a year ago. She is a hunter. She accidentally fell into Blood Moon territory and was caught by me." "What???" Vincent was so surprised that he stood up. Compared to me, when he bounced, he looked much funnier. My mood suddenly got a little better. "Is what you say true? Why is Aliyah a hunter? You're not kidding me, are you?" Vincent asked, panicking.

I bellowed, standing up. Dad gave me a stern look, "Sit down right this minute young man!" He growled in his most intimidating voice. "I am talking about having like the whole world in your palm." "What makes you think Mr Winters wasn't just running his mouth because he was drunk?" "He does have it. Their family is long line of werewolf hunters as you do know and this people have been lucky enough to get access to some of the world wonders. One of them being the moon goddess stone."

Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her. The woman was seated in a booth, taking the sixteen year old girls statement as another member of her team took fingerprints and pictures. Her long brown hair was tied back into a loose bun with a few strands of hair framing her face. She had a serious look across her innocent face, her large brown eyes soft and captivating but somehow determined. Her perky pink lips full and mesmerising as she spoke, she handed the girl her desk number, when she stood, he could see her more clearly, her maroon top fitted loosely as her detective badge re

He laughed. “It shoots blessed wooden stakes. It will work just fine.” “You’re a hunter?” he hissed, backing away. “What gave me away?” I smirked, not moving the gun. “What do you want? And what happened to you?” “Your guards put up a hell of a fight.” I smiled, “My employer wants back what you stole.” “I stole nothing, who is your employer?” he asked, annoyed. “The order has sent me on behalf of Alpha Rawlins, you have taken something important from his pack, and he wants it back.” I explained.

Creidhna stumbled back, and Goibniu paused his hammering, “Is that so? Well, now isn’t that a sight!” “Aye! You are a lass after our own hearts then! Just look at you! the red hair of our homeland and everything!” exclaimed Goibniu, coming around and looking me up and down. I wasn’t sure how to take their appraisal until Stella barked at them mentally. ‘Boys, Mother says you have something for Eileen!’ “Oh, Right! You are the huntress indeed! Me and Creidhna have been crafting something for ya for nigh on fifteen years! Shortly after you were born in fact! Just a sec!” he disappeared into the shop while Creidhna rubbed his hands.

They were like specially trained assassins and even supernaturals with all their abilities find it out to shake them off. That's who my family were, the Holmes. My father was a hunter, his father was a hunter then my great grand mother was a hunter and it went on like that, as far back as centuries. It was a mantle that has always been passed from generations to generations and it was my turn now. My name is Edna Holmes, the latest hunter from the Holmes family. I hunt wolves and vampires for a living. My reason? Mine was a little different from the others who fought to protect.