Gourmet Hunters Hxh Novels & Stories

They’d joined the Seafall hunters when their search for a Knucker, a shape shifting water spirit, had brought them to our coastal town. They’d been disappointed to discover that none of us had seen the Knucker they were looking for; until Archer, a tall, willowy woman with skin so white that she looked pearlescent, had pointed out that, as Knuckers were shape shifters, any one of us could have encountered it and let it pass us by.

Dominic’s eyes widened in pain and indignation, “ Alpha Harvey you don’t understand. That girl is part Hunter. She is also a spitting image of her father. He had killed members of my pack before fighting my father. Her dad managed to escape but in order to do so he used a silver sword to cut off my father’s leg. That same day is when I became Alpha. I’ll never forget that face. And this bitch even had the audacity when I confronted her to say that she loved her father and that he was a good man! How could any Hunter be good? And what do you mean by what’s yours Alpha Harvey?” Harvey’s face broke into an evil smirk before saying in a voice full of malice, “ That ‘bitch’ as you called her is m

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

She quickly filled her plate with all her favorites. "So many tasty foods!" she exclaimed. "I can't control myself." She began to eat ravenously, oblivious to the stares of the other guests. Rehan watched her in disgust, but Shama didn't care. She was too busy enjoying her meal. As she was savoring a particularly delicious piece of paneer, she felt a burning sensation in her mouth. She gasped in surprise and spat out the food. "What the hell?" she exclaimed. "This is too spicy!"

Penelope would still ask away, although she knew Holly wouldn't mind. It was really manipulative. Holly smiled lightly and nodded, saying nothing. Hunter had a chef who specialized in Jardington cuisine. Dinner was hearty, with a total of eight courses. Hunter said, "Holly, you should eat more. You've been hard at work restoring the paintings. You've grown thin." Holly smiled. "Thank you, Mr. Fox." Bryce served her a bowl of oxtail soup. "Here. Have some soup."

I whispered as fidgeted with my fingers "Well don't look so glum I'm here to give you a second chance if your willing to take it, it's your choice" "What do you mean" "I mean you have a choice if you wanna become a hunter, here we are at the hunter institute where we recruit and train people to become hunters to defend threats to the supernatural and human community " I just stared at him as he continued "There are also hunters that are part of an elite group called assassin hunters, they are few but they are the strongest and most powerful of all the hunters , chris here is part of that group", he glanced at chris then back to me "he's a vampire with special abilities one of them being he c

I was just going to feign ignorance of the whole thing to keep my identity as a hunter safe. “Fine, you have 20 minutes” I said “Oh good, I made breakfast” Marcus said as he clapped his hands in excitement while Derek still had a frown on his face. *** I had to admit, the pancakes were really good and Marple syrup? Heavenly. What? I never let good food pass me by, even though it was from a supernatural and I knew it wasn't poisoned with the mate tag they both had going about me. I ate not so gracefully while they stared at me like I was some exhibit in a museum.

The wound from the oath was still fresh enough that I could smell the copper threaded through everything else. My claws pressed against the ends of my fingers. Cassian stood slightly behind my right shoulder. “Control yourself.” I did not look at him. “I am controlled.” “You have been staring at her since we came outside.” “I’m staring at the forest.” “No, you’re not.” I ignored him. The other sixteen hunters spread across the secondary boundary behind us. Most had already removed their formal coats. Several were barefoot, prepared to shift the instant the release horn sounded. Darius Blackthorne stood three places to my left. He wore a thin smile. I disliked everything about it. His gaze mo

“Gretonia’s caravan arrives at noon. He wants fresh stock of the new poison mix. You’re best at blending it.” Lexi took the bolts, hiding her grimace. Merchant Gretonia. The name always left a sour taste. The wealthy trader supplied the hunters with everything they needed to kill wolves...specialized blades, enhanced wolfsbane extracts, traps that could snap a beast’s spine. He paid well and smiled too much. Every time he visited, Lexi felt an inexplicable crawl along her spine, like something deep inside her recoiled from him.