Fate Is The Hunter Book Novels & Stories

com/GoldenPhoenix Thank you. Best of luck, XXX I closed my mails and I felt that invisible positive energy flowing without hindrances. I felt that energy and I am grateful. Grateful that everything is flowing calmly. Even with this unimaginable contract, I still want to pursue writing. Even I did not finish my college course, I will still create my life. I can imagine my future now. After this contract, I will live in a faraway country or remote place away from everything that has hurt me. I will leave from this city soon. I will start anew. Something unexplainable ignited inside me-- HOPE.

He snaps his finger at my face and I kinda flinch a bit. "Yeah....thanks." I shuddered. He smirks and nod. I just stared at him as he helped in picking my books. "Thank you so much." I say after composing myself. "It's nothing." He said handling me my books. "Are you a newbie?." "Yeah I am." "Am Chad, nice to meet you." He says pocketing his hands. "Am Quinn. Same here." "A lovely name for a beautiful lady like you." He smirks.

This time the scent he felt was mixed with his own, that was because Sadie was pregnant, and Hunter liked that scent, he felt the combination of their scents was perfect. Hunter climbed into bed and lay there, staring at the ceiling as if he were searching for answers in his mind. This is no longer a problem between him and his father, but this is a problem that is more complicated and serious than that, now Hunter has Sadie, and even though their togetherness is not based on love, they are together because of fate and that is something they cannot avoid at any cost.

Her face was very cold, but in front of Paige, she didn't mention the sacrifice that had long been thrown out, and could only say a sentence. "Don't believe in these, that's because you are still young. You can walk to today, all thanks to these. Hunter, everyone has their own destiny. Fate, no matter how high you stand, cannot be changed. Some are born in fine clothes, some are born as Lonely Stars. Whether you believe it or not, you have to believe it." Hunter said nothing, only touching his own knuckle. Wearing the wedding ring from Lena on his finger joints seemed to make him feel a little better.

It took less than a minute for the Alpha couple to take the hint, and with laughter and a lot of love, they phased into their wolves, and the race was on to see who could make it home first. This concludes the first three books in the Fated series. The second installment "In my brother's shadow" will be up on Good Novel at the end of December. The following pages are excerpts from my books telling Adrastas's story in the fire and ice trilogy. And Braxtons story in His Achilles heel. Happy reading!

Then, out of that void, a figure stepped forward. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Clad in black leather that seemed to absorb the moonlight. His face was hidden beneath a hood, but his presence—goddess above, his presence—was suffocating. It pressed against me the way Damon and Lucas’s dominance did, only sharper, like knives instead of claws. “Finally,” the hunter said, his voice low and smooth, carrying a deadly calm. “The fated wolves, united in one den. How generous of you to gather.”

Fate sure has a funny way of bringing the most unlikely allies together, but I can feel his intentions and he is one of us regardless of the path he took to get here. “Hunter has no idea. I mean, he knows who you are, especially after your introduction, but he doesn’t know he is a hybrid. You said his grandmother is here to unbind him, would I be right in assuming it is she who bound him in the first place?” I look over at my Beta, cousin, protector and friend, and I have no idea how to go about breaking the news that he is so much more than he could ever have known. I have been there and I don’t know how I would have rather found out. There probably isn’t a good way. I had Justice to help g

She asked, looking to Hunter. He shook his head somberly. “Remember what I told you the other night, Bella. When it comes to the Family—” “There are no coincidences,” Bella finished for him, collapsing back in the chair. “I also found this,” said Hunter, unzipping his jacket to reveal the scarlet book. It really looked more like a journal now that Bella was looking at it closely. He undid a bronze latch that was keeping the leather cover in place. There was no title that she could see, and the first few pages appeared blank save for a rather long handwritten dedication.

The ability she is given in exchange for everything that she ever has. Now somehow notice and caught her staring at the book, yet in reality, and the truth is she deliberately does so. The young hunter and the only young master, that is taken unto the wings of the clan. Where its loyalty and knighthood are in forward and only towards the young Maiden, Kyle asks her. “Have you ever read this book?” Drawing a smile as she knew the scene by heart and every piece, where she is the very author and manipulator. To the re-occurring instances she somehow traps the hunter from within, she cheerfully nodded and hum.

Now she understands why the poor girl was so traumatized, why she continued ranting about a threat that could reach even the depths of the earth. How did she not realize it sooner? That this man, this Hunter, is the very danger the girl spoke of; the shadow lurking in the forest. “You said you were FBI,” she manages to mutter, and Hunter clicks his tongue. How I love it when he does that. “How naïve.” He huffs. “This is the twenty-first century, granny. People lie.” Tell them, my boy. Maybe then they can start spitting out why they’re still webbed onto the past like it’s their source of breath.