Fate Is The Hunter Book Novels & Stories

And then— The scent slammed into me — sharp, sudden. Blood. Warm. Human. Reckless. It rushed into my nose like a forgotten melody — too fresh to ignore. I closed my eyes, let it sink in, let it coat every sense, let it curl around the raw edge of my hunger. It wasn’t just a scent. It was a feeling, like fingers brushing under my jaw, coaxing me toward the hunt. My lips parted. “Curious,” I murmured, already moving. “Let’s see which poor soul wandered into my lullaby.”

I nodded to Xavier, he had every right to hate me, and if that made him feel better, then I would take it. I closed my eyes as he raised the knife and waited for him to plunge it deep into my chest. To be continued… (This book is a Duet, the Hunter and The Hunted. The Hunted i still being written, please see my website for more information. It is on my to be written list after I finish my final revisions of my main series and the spin off completion.)

He selected a sleek black handgun, checked the magazine, and tucked it into the waistband of his pants at the small of his back. “I’m going to welcome an old friend,” he said darkly. I shivered, but it wasn’t from fear. It was from the sheer, electric intensity of the moment. We weren’t victims anymore. We were the hunters. I walked to the stairs, my head held high. Sebastian Vane had made a fatal error. He thought he was coming to kill a legacy. He was about to find out that the Hunter legacy didn’t die. It just reloaded.

he explained "You wanted to be human before you met me? " "Yeahhh. Well I tried then, but I was too weak. I didn't even know myself then. I think I should try again. You make me want to try again" "But the gluntis book, I suppose it's hidden?"she questioned "Hidden by a sword of a powerful wizard and only a due process will enable me attain the book" "You okay with this Taynor?"she looked at him soothingly. "As long as you are fine with it. I'm fine too"he smiled

His instinct only tells one thing to do. Survive. But on that fateful day, he met his goddess of fortunes as his savior. His life rescuer. Someone who has destined to be his home. A safe haven for him. Ever since that day, his feet entered her life. If Sister Hua didn't show up that day, his fate probably ended it up in the sewers or even worse. He could be a pocket thief or a beggar. Busying himself begging on the street with no future. Now, slowly, with a straight head, his path life was steady and clear. He no longer feels scared of what future has hold for him ahead.

I cried out I can’t believe the person I fell for, took the life of my brother. He made me think that he wants my heart but he wants the heart of my brother. He did so many things to put a smile on my face but it was all a lie, he never wanted me, he only wants the heart and he got what he wanted. Noor was right, he is using me, just like she said, he will throw me to the ground and look where I am, I’m on the ground. He cares about no one but himself, he is inhuman, I can’t believe I fell for him.

They would have killed him but a man in his mid forties saved him and took him in. He took care of him. He made sure Mile regained all his strength. He trained him to be strong. He taught him to fight. And only then Mile got to know that the man belongs to the Mafia. The dark side of the world. Mile could leave it if he wanted to. But he didn’t. Power.... Money.. What else one needs? He got everything after that kind man died. He gave everything to Mile. And since then his men were loyal to Mile. He met Natt during an exhibition for the business market. He was taking chances to expand his business of fruits and vegetables import export. But lost his heart.

Her eyes fell on a book with a black cover, the gold letters reading: “The Art of Breaking Chains.” She pulled it free, curiosity winning, and curled into his leather chair. The chair was far too big for her, swallowing her small frame, but she felt oddly safe in it. Before she realized, her eyelids grew heavy. The book slipped onto her lap as she drifted into sleep. Hunter returned late, his mood thunderous after the ring, after Geret. His mind was sharp, his body burning with violence he hadn’t been able to unleash fully. But the instant he stepped into the quiet house, he sought her.

He had proven himself to be the puppet master, pulling the strings of fate to suit his own desires. As he says: Hunter brown doesn’t wait for fate, he proved it by his cunning ways. The stage was set, and Hunter stood atop it, the embodiment of ruthless ambition and calculated shrewdness. “Even I have waited for this day, buddy. To see the man who was the reason for your pain, suffer helplessly. And today I feel like my burns are soothed with this news.” Natasha looked at her front, but her mind was lost elsewhere as she grind her teeth remembering a certain memory she had with Viaan.

"With each skirmish, the hunters would triumph victoriously, relentless in their pursuit, conquering all opposition. Their path of dominance would continue unyielding until there remained no place left for them to conquer. But beware, for the tides shall turn, and the script of fate shall be rewritten. A different melody shall echo through the air, and our voices shall tremble with a newfound tune. When that fateful hour arrives, we shall bear witness to the reversal of fortunes, and the hunters shall become the hunted." Mother Terra had prophecied.