Romans & histoires Ever After High Hunter Huntsman And Ashlynn Ella

"Let's get those damn trackers out of us." We waited an extra day, just in case more came. The mountain remained eerily quiet, the snow undisturbed except for the tracks we had left behind. By the time the sun began to dip behind the trees, casting long shadows across the frozen ground, we were packing up and heading down. The whole thing felt wrong. Orin. Jade. Werewolf hunters turning into what they hunted? All of it felt off. What was the point of it all? The truck came into view, buried under a layer of snow, and I couldn’t have been happier to see it.

Mariana explained with a heavy sigh. “A hunter bitch left a trap in the old mall the clan lives in? And you said this was over a month ago? She wouldn’t happen to have been an Egyptian bitch?” I asked, my sister, having my full attention. And given that Khalid was in my space, the call had his too. “Exactly. And Adio scumbag.” Mariana snorted. I want to tell her that Adio hunters aren’t all scum, but Khalid seems to be the only exception. I don’t count his sister. She’s a werewolf hybrid, not a hunter.

My hand instantly held its cold metal sheath. No way. It is mine. While they are still arguing about petty stuff, we started sprinting towards the alley. “They are running away!” The bald man shouted, but we already reached the alley. “Chase after them.” I looked back, only to see the three men jumping up to the roof. Well, that's insane. They are human, are they not? My eyes took a gaze to those who are left behind. “Well, let the hunt…” Black-haired smirked at me before he left my sight after taking a right turn.

Covering up the hole with some moss, she dusted off her dress and hurried home, her thoughts of the Hunters exposing her long gone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "They're here! The Hunters have arrived!" The cries of the young boys ran through the whole village, many men and women coming out to see the sight. Liam riding in front, followed by nine other men, all on horseback. On the back of Liam's horse was the dead carcass of a mountain lion, and his quiver held an unusual number of arrows. Instead of the standard twelve like the rest of the men in his party, it held 15, two from the archer who had shot the beast earlier, as well as the arrow aimed to warn him.

Selena’s fight-or-flight instinct kicked in and she chose flight. “Damn it, he was not alone.” A man with a deep voice said, taking out his fangs from the gushing body of Ethan, but despite not being hungry, the creature knew it could not let Selena leave. It did not enjoy its meal because Ethan had the most common blood group in the world and that was their equivalent of a flat cola. This had quickly turned into a horrid evening, one of the most traumatic events for Selena but it was about to get worse. “Hey… You shouldn’t be doing that,” A voice said, it had the same bass as the one that had just killed but it was a lot more authoritative.

All I knew was, every night I waited in the woods as Ralf, and every night she came out and we spent hours searching the woods. I kept the guys on call and nearby, ready to shift, in case we crossed paths with the Night Walker—because it became clear very early on that that was who she searched for so diligently. And that worked for me. It was a relief to hunt and watch over Cara at the same time. And it gave me a chance to watch her blossom. Because no matter how deep the circles might get under her eyes, or how pale her skin might seem during the day, at night she came alive. She smiled again. Even on the nights she cried.

Will’s mind flew to months ago, Ash’s analysis of the devices left behind in the great office at the castle in manchester wielded many revelations of the hunters, but none that had any effect on the war that was brewing at the time. A diary kept by Lecter Atterman found that the man had used his granddaughter as a pawn in his little game. The girl was being fed an aphrodisiac by her uncle and was purposefully chased into the forest close to the border of the pack to lure a pack member into helping her. Atterman knew the aphrodisiac would affect a werewolf with a sensitive smell and he hoped it would bring them close enough to gain intel on the pack. Only he didn’t expect that his granddaught

Mirabella slid down from the counter shyly, tugging her singlet down. Hunter’s hand rested on her back, possessive. “This is Mirabella. My woman.” Mirabella’s breath caught at his words. Ashley’s eyes widened briefly before she smirked. “Your woman? Now that’s a first.” She stepped forward, offering a hand to Mirabella. “Nice to meet you.” Mirabella hesitated, then shook her hand softly. “Nice to meet you too.” Ashley’s grin widened. “Oh, I like you already.” Hunter, however, only frowned.

His words hang in the air, heavy with regret. "I tied Alison's wound up, placed her in a safe spot, and then tailed Denzel and his men," Hunter continues. "We clashed, and I finally got my revenge. I burned Denzel to death like I'd planned for ages." I release a weighted sigh. "You can't make a deal with the devil and expect it to be victorious." Hunter's gaze meets mine, haunted. "A mistake I'll never forget." The doctor and healers arrive, swiftly surrounding Alison in a desperate bid to save her. With skilled hands and ancient wisdom, they employ every modern medical technique and timeless healing ritual to revive her.

“You’re crazy, Hunter. I’m Evelina!” “But why?” Hunter’s voice trembled. “Why do you seem like Olivia come back? I even feel like… I love you the way I loved Olivia…” Evelina stared into Hunter’s eyes—deep, honest, filled with pain. “I don’t know what you mean, Hunter. I am clearly Evelina Willson.” Hunter slumped into a chair, his face pale. “I thought you were like Olivia… I even feel like I’m falling in love with you the same way…”