Fate Is The Hunter Meaning Novels & Stories

“ You do not have to know who is leading. Our master will reveal himself once the mission is complete. As you've pledge allegiance, carry the secret of the hunters to your grave. Some of us here are unable to shift like them but we have our swords and will continue to fight for justice. The only thing our master wants is to help us get our vengeance when we are able to control the lunar power.” I nodded, satisfied with the sharp focus of my hunters. They didn’t need more details; they knew their purpose. “Remember,” I said, my voice dropping to a menacing whisper, “failure is not an option.” The hunters are people who have been rejected and cut off because of different flaws. They were broke

He cares about no one but himself, he is inhuman, I can’t believe I fell for him. "Here is your money." Abu threw a bag of cash at me. How inhuman is he? Despite everything he did, he feels like it’s okay, he has no shame and he thinks his filthy money is going to cover up for what he did. But thinking about it makes me feel like I’m the murderer, if I didn’t sign that contract, Khalil will be fine. He will be okay, nothing would have happened to me. "Afraah, please leave. It’s getting very late." Abu said

The nightie she wore had little or no hand, which was almost falling off her shoulder blade while she slept off with no knowledge of what transpired at night. He watched and learned every part of her face he could see from the dim light. he wouldn't dare turn on the bedside lamp for fear of waking her and embarrassing himself. "My wife..." but as soon as the thought came it left before it would stick in his subconscious mind. He thought how fate had brought the both of them together, why she was the one he hit on the road that night. The same person he saw lying lifeless on the cold ground in her pool of blood and cold blood he left her there running for his own life and safety. He felt repu

I soon learned werewolves were hunting down witches, thinking we had cast some kind of spell on them. The Fated Plague killed tens of thousands of werewolves, and as a result, just as many witches were hunted, wrongfully accused, and killed as well. My mother tried to reason with our pack; she was a witch after all, and our father fell ill to the Fated Plague. Why would she want her own mate to die? I learned then that people don’t see reason when all they want is revenge.

She finished and made eye contact with her pack family. “Does anyone have any questions?” she asked. “Luna, if I may.” Hunter bowed. “Please.” She motioned. Hunter stepped up and tugged Kolby to his side. He glared across every she-wolf he found. “There are many of you who think that you will be able to come between me and my TRUE FATED mate, know you will NOT succeed. I have waited a very long time to find her. I will NOT allow anyone to come between our bond. You will fail at any advance you try.” Hunter said looking at each and every she-wolf.

“.....a fucking trick of your blood. Some hunter spell in your veins that ties you to me just so you can destroy me later.” The words slammed into me harder than any blade could. My throat tightened so much I could barely breathe. “You don’t mean that.” “I don’t?” He stepped closer, holding the folder like proof, like evidence against me. “Look at this, Audrey! Your family wasn’t neutral. They weren’t victims. They were killers. They branded themselves as hunters. And you” His eyes darted to my wrist, where the scar still ached under my glove. “....you lit up like a beacon the second one of them came near you. How am I supposed to believe that’s fate? That’s us? When everything about you scr

I was a well trained killing machine. "Come on stubborn girl." Travis continued. Was he honestly planning on staying beside me this whole time? "Are you a stalker?" I asked suddenly whirling around. "You keep appearing around me." "Fate is a funny thing." Travis chuckled stopping the car again. Fate... I hated that word more than anything else. What was fate anyway? It was a thing that determined our path, determined where we went, determined who we loved, it was all a bunch of bullshit if you asked me.

“You speak as if you expect my help.” “You are the only one who can help,” Isabella said directly. “Jane is your niece. She carries the Hartess blood. And whatever your family may be…” She hesitated for a moment. “We do not choose the people who become our family. But we always choose whether we will remain part of their lives.” Some men are used to getting everything they want. They take by force, by charm, or by wealth, but they always take. Damian Hartess was one of those men. But this time, he had to hold back.

Did he expect me to smile, after witnessing his infidelity? "Our love feels feeble now." I murmured. "This....this wasn't what I envisioned for us." I glanced at the ring on my finger, it didn't feel like a promise of eternal love between mates anymore. It felt like a trap. One that no matter how many times I tried to give myself a reason to escape I couldn't. I was mated to him. He was my mate, my world, my perfect pair, my everything, the only man I had ever known since I was eighteen.

I heard low growls coming from Sylvester, and his breathing was a bit laboured. He did not want to breathe her scent. I looked at him, and I could see him battling Knight, and I knew fate had done it again. What did I do to deserve this? It was alright that it happened to me once, but not three times. Finding a fated in my world was rare, but it seemed to be a curse that followed me everywhere. Only three people found their fated in the Mountain pack, and Leo was among the three. In Avery's Pack, only Max found his fated. Likewise, Linda's pack.