Heartless Hunter Special Edition Novels & Stories

Her breathing labored, eyes hazy, and heart thudding. "I... I like you too," She whispered. "F*ck!" He growled. Hunter kissed her passionately with such need that her toes curled in pleasure. He walked her back as the back of her legs hit the bed and they both fell on it. Hunter was quick to balance himself on his hands so as not to crush her under him. Their eyes met for a fraction of a second and the vulnerability in those hazel sunsets made his heart stutter as he molded their lips into one again. Her trembling brims were soft and plump, they tasted like sweet cherries. It was addicting.

They grasp on to each other and step back from me and Lucien, watching the scene with wide and fearful eyes. Lucien’s face heals quickly, and he charges at me; Danika acts before I can even think, extending my arm and catching him on my claws before he can reach me. He looks down at my hand embedded in his chest, I wrap my fingers around his beating heart, feeling the warmth of his blood. His eyes widen in alarm, and I press my claws into the organ, piercing into it. “Don’t worry, I will make sure they live happy lives in a world rid of evil scum like you.” I begin pulling his heart out of his chest, slowly, to drag out his suffering.

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.

But. I was still hoping I guess, that we would be able to work it out. I couldn't hate him, even when I had every reason to. After all, he was the only man I had ever loved. And he was the only man I was going to love. Because the heart is a bitch, you can't make it understand by reasoning with it. It forgets all the hurt someone caused you, all the pain, all the misery. It only remembers those moments when someone made you breathless. Over and over, it just runs toward one person. And unfortunately for me, that one person was Landon.

Banished to a desolate region, he perished by the roadside. As for Marcus, once a proud scholar, he reverted to his former state of idiocy, wandering the streets as a target of mockery and humiliation from all who saw him. But this time, there was no kind-hearted astral to grant him the Heart of Astral Clarity. In the end, I completed my tribulation, severed all ties of mortal love, and was bestowed the title of "The Heartless Astral."

I feel bad that our games have led to him getting his heartbroken; I honestly thought that he is the type of man that loves messing around; I was wrong; I knew I was wrong. I hear him and Hunter talking down in the kitchen. "Listen," I hear Hunter say. "I understand why you guys did what you did." "It was only innocent fun, Hunter." "No, it was not; I can see the way you look at her." "Can you blame me? Look at her." "I know, there is something different about her, she is special in so many ways. That is what makes me love her so much." "We never intended to hurt you. I took advantage of her broken heart, and it went too far.

221 Hunter sat in his bed by the support of the headboard, his legs stretched, right one crossed over the left. His hands remained firmly folded across his chest as stared up at the ceiling in the darkness with a face devoid of emotions and his heart bleeding in pain. When he had boarded his private jet to come to RavenMoore the other day, he invented a weird psychological thing where he assumed his heart was Hundred percent charged and strong. Since this journey he had embarked on to win Claire back wasn't going to be easy- given his long list of sins- he needed to be strong. He needed a strong heart to face the repercussions as well. Hence, Hunter strengthened his heart.

Everyone clapped except my cousin Rendall and some of his age and gender-like species. If looks can kill, he’ll be on the top spot. “To award the first-place hunter for this year’s competition, here is the foundation of Ambrose’s, Finn Ambrose!” The crowd went wild, all the beverages they’re holding were now being raised as a way to acknowledge my father’s presence. “To all the hunters who joined, I think I’ll have to train you more.” All the hunters bowed in embarrassment while the elders keep on teasing them. “My beloved daughter has been and will always be the greatest gift I’ll never get tired of boasting about.”

Droplets of blood stained my fingers and trickled down his torso. Hunter growled impatiently. “Do you want me to finish him, Angel?” “No! I said I would!” I snapped back at Hunter. “Like I said, Drake, I wanted you to suffer. But that would make me a monster like you. And I am nothing like you.” I pushed my hand into his chest, feeling my claws cut through his ribs, his heartbeat sped up the closer I got to my goal. His eyes never left mine until I touched his heart and I ripped it from his chest.