Fate Is The Hunter Meaning Novels & Stories

Her path was carved long before I ever understood the weight of it. I just wish my father and I didn’t have to be collateral damage in fate’s design. And then there’s Hope. Finding out the truth about her father, about who she really is — what she was born to be. A hunter. Someone destined to kill our kind. And yet... she’s as much a part of this prophecy as the rest of us. I can’t imagine what she must be feeling. Hope carries the weight of the world on her shoulders even on a good day. Now? That burden must be crushing.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Why did I feel safe with him? Is he sure we are only friends? “What do you do?” “I’m a hunter.” “Hunter? Like killing vampires, werewolves, and such?” “Only if they harm or kill humans. Does any of that sound familiar?” His eyes never leaving mine. “I… I know what they are, but I don’t know if they have a significance with me. I’m sorry, I’m probably a burden to you. If we only just met, maybe you could just take me home, if I have one?”

There was no way that Hunter had an evil bone in his body with the love he just showed me he had for me. Every prayer that I have made to the Moon Goddess was coming true right here right now. The love that Hunter was emanating to me right at this moment was everything I have prayed for and more. Hunter was not just a fated mate to me he was also my chosen mate. Chosen not only by me but also my wolf. Maybe, just maybe Hunter left me behind so that he could grow to be the Alpha he is today so that he could also be the protector that I need.

“Yes, I am ready.” The tense moment hung over the clearing as Hunter lunged toward his destiny, disappearing into the shadows of the forest. His gray fur faded among the trees, leaving behind a sense of anticipation. My heart squeezed with the uncertainty of the moment. I felt the responsibility of this test. Hunter was part of my world, and living without him was something I would not admit. The forest seemed silent now, awaiting Hunter's return, and I fervently hoped he would come back triumphant. ***

Upcoming Mating Moon Ceremony of the Shadow Moon Pack Grounds, hereby welcome all unmated wolves as the full Moon once again rises. The words gleamed in the sunlight. My heart pounded. This was it. My shot. My way out. My real future. I didn’t know what I would find there. Maybe disappointment. Maybe nothing at all. But maybe, just maybe, I would find him. The one who would know me, all of me, without needing an explanation. And if fate was still on my side, maybe that would be enough to change everything.

It must be my imagination. My heart is thundering. Rogues are there. Hunt and kill them all. I fight. I love it. Kill them all. Kill everyone. My fury takes over, and the red mist descends. Kill them all for taking her from me.

he asked me back. I shook my head as I continued to look into his eyes. “The local people here call it “Unmei no akai ito”. According to legend, the gods tie an invisible red thread to the pinky finger of two people who are bound to find each other in life. They will love each other no matter what and only death can do them part.” He looked at my hand and held my pinky finger. His eyes then back to mine. “I didn't believe in fate and love at first sight, but now I believe because I've been in love with you from the first time I saw you,” he said in a soft voice.

His brows furrowed as he tilted his head. “Of course. What is wrong?” “You know we went hunting down a demon that has been killing some locals?” “Yes, you said that in the note you left behind,” I mumbled. “What's wrong?" I asked yet again, not liking where the narration was going. “He is a shapeshifter, and he had an encounter with Liam.” His frown deepened as he stared at the wall. “What has that got to do with what's going on?” I asked, urging him to say more.

“Yes. A lunation is the cycle of the moon, starting at a new moon phase and ending at a new moon phase. Haha, somehow these fellas know how to hunt during those times. Cool instinct, huh?” “Hunt? As in kill?!” Chastine was suddenly alarmed at what Juste had said. “Ahahaha, no—wait, I think they’re starting their dance…” Hunt? Dance? Juste’s choice of words was getting more and more strange to Chastine. Then, suddenly, a tiny spark landed on Chastine’s arm. She looked closely at that spark, and it turned out to be a living creature. Chastine’s eyes widened in awe.