Heartless Hunter Book 3 Novels & Stories

Valentina stays human, weapons ready. The first hunter sees us coming. Raises his rifle. I'm faster. Hit him low, under the gun. Teeth find his throat before he can fire. Blood floods my mouth, hot and coppery. He goes down choking. Tom takes the second hunter. Rips the gun away, then the arm holding it. The hunter screams. Valentina stakes the third through the heart. Vampire hunter, dead before he hits the ground. Three down. Three left. The remaining hunters regroup. Smarter now. Backs together, covering angles.

My eyes met with the highly in demand book that everyone seemed to want as it laid on the ground near the vampire. I picked it up without any second as I struggled to maintain its raw power within my hands. I could feel all of the magic radiating off of it in bulks but I still held onto tight. His eyes met mine just as I took hold of the book before he attempted to pry it out of my hands. “Hand it over , Hunter…this is none of your concern,” I could hear the underlying threat within his words but I didn’t care. “No! This seems to be the reason for all of this bloodshed and carnage. Why did you kill all of those people on the bus huh? Who are all these people after you and why do they want th

How could I forget he won me to make my life a living hell? He’ll do whatever he feels like to do with my body. He’ll burn me with his slow flaming torture for the rest of my life and he doesn’t care about my pain, the pain which gives him satisfying pleasure. He will be more pleased watching me break with every breath I take in pain. And there is no one for me to save me from his torture which he always calls it as his love. And what would you name it? Maybe, ‘His Heartless Love'. “Too late, Angel.” His voice was heavy with cruel determination as the leather crop sliced through the thick silence and licked across my flushed flesh.

I yelp in pain, my leg throbbing as I try to push myself up. But before I can, the Hunter is on me. She grabs me by the hair and yanks me up to my feet, her sword at my throat. "Don't move," she hisses, her breath hot against my cheek. I freeze, my heart racing as I stare at the silver blade. This is it. The end. But then ... a rustling in the trees. The Hunter's head snaps to the side, her grip on me faltering. And that's when I see him. Gregory emerges from the trees, his lips curled into a snarl. With a fierce determination in his eyes, he lunges at the Hunter, knocking her to the ground.

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.

Their bodies were covered in blood and burns, but the second the door behind them opened and I stepped out, they stopped looking at Miranda's gun. All three turned to look at me. Through the pack link, a massive wave of emotion slammed into me. Overwhelming relief, possessive love, and fear that I was hurt—all mixed together. Even on the verge of death, their only focus was keeping me safe. Hunter immediately shifted his big body, trying to block me with his blistered arm. "Inka, get back inside. You shouldn't be here." I didn't back down. I stepped forward instead and pressed my palm against Hunter's broad chest. Warm golden light flowed from my fingers, instantly easing the pain on his ski

the third Hunter shrieked from the porch, leveling his rifle at the woodpile where Leo slept. Kael threw his mortal frame over the boy, his broad back becoming a ceiling of flesh and bone. He looked at me, eyes full of a haunting, rationalized grief, waiting for the round to find him. I didn't let it. I slammed my golden-veined palm onto the floorboards, funneling the last of the Shared Heat from Kael’s soul into a localized shockwave. The porch collapsed. The third Hunter vanished into the dark ravine below, his scream silenced by the roar of the Black River.

She looked up and saw the dark figure at the alley entrance. Not police. Not human. A hunter. End of Chapter Three ………………. Who sent the hunter after Grey and why now? Can Mira save the man she never wanted to need before the poison takes hold?

I did a little twirl in the middle of the room and started combing the bookshelves to see what treasures I could find. I was just too excited to have found this place. I came across a smaller leather-bound book that had a weird symbol on the front and when I opened it, I realized that it was a history of the Hunter's. I decided to keep that book just in case I needed it. I was totally in my own world when I felt someone’s arms go around me and breath in my ear. "I see you found my favorite place in the house." My body shivered at the contact. I thought that I was going to melt into a puddle right then and there.

You get your mate and it changes your life. This book will merge with book 1. Hunter and Hannah's journey is in book 3. Will take place when he gets home and wakes up. Look for Book 3 to the series August 1st