Heartless Hunter Book 3 Novels & Stories

Hunter’s POV The whiskey wasn’t working anymore. I’d been drinking for three days straight, and all I had to show for it was a pounding headache and the same fucking thoughts circling my brain like vultures. Helena was dead. I’d betrayed her with Grace. I was a dirty bag. I set the glass down too hard. It cracked, a thin line appearing from base to rim. Figures. Everything I touched these days seemed to break or turn to shit. “Hunter?” My father’s voice, followed by a knock. “Son, we need to talk about the funeral.”

A third hunter turned, raising his gun— I dodged just as he fired, the silver round missing me by inches. Before he could shoot again, I slammed my dagger into his chest. He gasped, eyes wide with shock before falling silent. Three down. But then, the last hunter stepped forward. He was different. Dressed in a long black coat, his eyes gleamed with something dangerous. He wasn’t afraid. Kael tensed beside me. "This one's not normal." The hunter smiled. "You're too late."

It was time to go back and get the answers to his questions no matter how hard it is going to be. With a seemingly defeated sigh, he got up and without any conscious thought offered his arm to Eliza who sat on his right side. Eliza, startled at the offer took it nonetheless and rose as well. Without checking if Ali was following, the two of them started to walk back towards the zebra crossing. With a scowl at the two in front of him, Ali walked behind them lost in his own thoughts. Matan’s anger had slowly dissipated and he was trying to formulate a plan when he noticed an empty feeling on his arm. He just realized that Eliza had let go. Funny, how the feel of her hand on his helped calm his

If things got worse, I figured I knew where to start for looking for a rogue that might actually help as part of this cure. I took back to sitting on my bed with a spell book reading through it trying to learn different techniques. The pages were worn, and I was careful not to tear them, or as Hilda continued to remind me, I would find myself out on the street. I stifled a yawn as I began reading the words blurring together as I try to focus on the letters one after another. The ground is littered with dead bodies, all with their hearts cleaved out of their chest. In the centre is that feral beast I know too well. Dark eyes and razor-sharp teeth drip from his jaw as he tears into yet another

Why had they stopped? A figure walked from the center of the hunters, a red cloak blowing behind it. Something glinted in the moonlight as it approached. Whoever it was, was small and petite. A gust of wind ripped the hood from its head and pale hair spilled out. "The Huntress," Rashida hissed, the venom in her voice causing the pack to wince. "No mercy, whatever it takes. We will wipe them from this place. Now!" She howled a blood-curdling shriek. The pack joined, their voices intertwining to create one eerie low that echoed through the night.

I say, dropping my hands as I attempt to position myself in front of the frightened barkeep. "I've killed for less." Hunter remarks, looking over my shoulder, eyeing the frightened girl on the floor. "What would Sienna do?" I ask, knowing that they share some sort of connection. I could tell from the brief moment we shared together that Hunter must be the one to own her heart. And seemingly, she also owns his. At the mention of Sienna's name, Hunter drops the bat, letting it tumble to the ground in a clatter. "Where's the phone?" He asks, not once moving his gaze from the woman.

“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. ***

I pull him forward as a group of rowdy boys try to slide by on the sidewalk, one of them eyes Christian up with a double glance and blushes as he moves on. “Nothing to lose, except maybe your heart.” He winks happily, oblivious to the passing “hotty” and I eye roll, knowing it’s unlikely anytime soon. To lose your heart you need to have gotten it back first, so that it can let someone else have it, and mine is still most definitely in the tightly gripped hands of one sandy-haired, hazel-eyed, heartbreaker of a Carrero.

Christian is talking with Chana near my locker I walked to my locker and opened it "Oh the pathetic girl is looking for attention." Chana said and I just rolled my eyes "Christian, we're still going to watch movie right?" She asked with a high pitch voice "Yeah." Christian said and I just shrugged not caring even my heart wanting to punch Chana in the face and just smacked her nose. I walked pass them with the book in my hand complete hurt inside. Yes yes I'm hurt, I know I can hide it too well.

The club still pulsed beneath them, music bleeding faintly through the walls, but inside the suite, the world had narrowed to a feverish storm of heat, hunger, and surrender. She had already been undone in more ways than she could count, yet the three men who had claimed her weren’t done, not nearly. Hunter stood over her like a dark sentinel, every move measured, his eyes burning with that ruthless hunger that had marked him from the first moment. He was control, absolute, unshakable, and terrifyingly addictive.