Heartless Hunter Book 3 Novels & Stories

Before the hunter had the chance to get in a hit, I tapped into Axel and allowed my right hand to do a partial shift. Using the claws that came from my elongated animalistic fingers, shoved my hand into his chest until I felt the beat of his heart within my hand. With one quick tug, I ripped his heart directly out of his chest and let it fall to the ground. Before he fell to the ground, another hunter was getting involved.

Now that she was drained of her magic, her eyes were no longer red. "Yes." She nodded. "It sounds like you're asking for my heart. Are you asking for my heart?" Hunter turned and childishly asked her. Hezell smiled wryly and looked down. As a heartstealer, it took her a great amount of self-control to sit still despite being in the midst of so many alphas and potential betas. "She really is indirectly asking for my heart." Hunter turned to his front again in disbelief. "Since we can't directly offer you up to her in honor of Rose, we'll just have to hunt for one," Steele stated the obvious.

"Keep your sorry to yourself, am going to give you two minutes, if you give me a reasonable reason of why you stole from me then I'll spare your life but if not.......... "Am sorry my lord, it was never my intention to steal from you but we were hungry and after my wife died........... Hunter suddenly appeared at the man's back, put his hands through his chest and brought out the man's heart "You should have just gone straight to the point not wasting my precious time" and he squeezed the man's heart till there was nothing left of it and the man fell lifeless to the ground. "You Bastard" The young boy screamed rushing towards Hunter but the old woman held him back.

The guard was still there, glaring down at us as Chase's warm breath hit my ear. "If I can't have your heart, Meg, no one else can have it either. I refuse to give you up." The plane moved, and I sobbed, realizing for the first time that I was stuck with Chase. The reality of the situation was kicking in, and hot tears gathered in my eyes. For the first time, I realized a gun was on the table. "Please don't hurt me..."

Nina said before bursting in laughter. "I knew that you knew," Cela said to Hyun. "But it's over." Hyun still couldn't say anything. "I kept forgetting about the fiancé. I'm so bad," Cela continued. "What are you going to do now?" Hyun asked to keep the conversation going. Cela breathed deeply. "What else? Just do what I am supposed to do," she answered. "You mean you're starting the third book?" Hyun asked without thinking carefully. He wanted to take back what he asked.

Hello guys so hare is another chapter. Sorry for the wait, I'm just experiencing writer's block right now but with the amount of attention my book is getting I had to try very hard to get the ideas following. Anyway happy reading ❤️❤️❤️❤️ CHAPTER fourteen: meeting again It was one Saturday night I met the devil I have been running away from. He really made an appearance back into my life.

Boris said. " That would be simple then, take Camille with you, if that can pay up for the money her mother used. She just sold you her daughter," Herald said and dropped everything, he got up and left, leaving the three glancing at each other. Boris was smiling sheepishly as he had gotten what he had wanted all along. Camille was the woman he had set his eyes on but decided to compromise when a much younger blood was given to him, it seemed luck was on his side.

“Evan? What did she do to you!?” To be continued... This story carries on in book four, Heartbroken By A Hunter. I hope you're enjoying it so far xxx

Her last memory was the sight of the men in black, their faces obscured by the darkness, as they forcefully extracted Sara from the car. Book 2 "Alive" - Coming Soon

In one dark corner, partially hidden under a broken desk, I found it — a thick leather book sealed in a cracked wooden box. “Here,” I muttered. Haze helped me force the lid open. Inside was a family record. Scarface’s bloodline. The kind of thing kept in blood and guarded with knives and a pendent, it was a serpent coiled around a rose. I grabbed onto the pendent before flipping through the pages — Christian’s name. His brother’s. Their father, mother. Then I saw it. Photographs. Black and white. Faded. Children. One image caught my eye — the two brothers standing side by side, stiff and expressionless. And right behind them, a small girl with sharp eyes and thick dark curls.