Heartless Hunter Special Edition Novels & Stories

It's midnight and Arlo is still with me. He hasn't left my side since Hunter attacked me. Flashback of the Haunted House breakthrough. I don't know what to do now. Breaking up with Hunter is risky business, but staying with him was dangerous for my body. I can still feel his hands inserting themselves into places I never agreed to, but despite it, I have to stay with Hunter. He and Model Perfect are a package deal because Aftershock is owned by them. All these decisions make me never want to become an adult.

Accepted that she played with my heart. I saw her stepping out in the rainy night with faltering heartbeats. My chest compressed with anguish. My wolf wriggled inside me, wanting to come out and pounce on her so he could pierce his dirty yellow canines in her neck. Hunter hated me when I fell in love with her years ago while we had our mate. Years later, he was the one who grew more fond of her innocence than I did. He liked her even though she was a human. Her heart was no less than a hybrid wolf's rare heart. He loved her. He cherished her and we couldn't wait to mark her as our mate and Luna.

One hand goes behind his head, while the other rests on the abs that he has for a belly. His unruly strands are scattered over his brows as he looks at me with a squinted eye. The green of the latter, the white of his hair, the black of the eyepatch, and the tan of his skin; all coming together to trigger something in me. Something that I’m battling to hold back. And him casually lying like that on the bed only makes it more risky, even for me. Especially for me. My fingers tighten around the scissors when Hunter sighs. He brings his stare to the hand, then looks at me again. This time, as he mutters, he sounds tired; almost frustrated. “There are no more victims, Heidi. You’re not a victim.

Ash screamed in horror, but what came out of her mouth was an animal whimper: it was the whimper of a large, frightened dog. Ash turned to run away from the bloody scene; she was in a nightmare, a bloody unreal nightmare! But even as she ran, she felt her feet buckle beneath her and she crashed on her side in the grass. She fell with a loud thudding sound, and then her mind went silent. **** Hunter came upon the new werewolf just as she had hunted down a young deer. He walked carefully behind her as she tore at the deer's ribs and ate its heart. He made a mental note of that: he liked to eat hearts too.

A version of *me* with stormlit irises and a smile that drips venom. The Hunter fights beside me, his movements desperate. "They're probes-testing your weaknesses!" My doppelgänger lunges, static clashing with static. "You're a relic," she hisses. "Let me replace you." I drive a shard of starlight into her chest. She dissolves, whispering, *"He's already mine."* Eden watches from a rooftop, his grin widening. --- **The Fractured Heart** The Hunter drags me into an alley, his breath ragged. "We need to destabilize him. Find what's left of the boy."

His chest rises and falls in rhythmic breathing, now a little calmer. I have to admit that the magazines never underestimated him, he really is the sex god and I am satisfied with the sweet pain in my private parts now. Despite lying with my head on the right side of his chest, I can still hear Hunter's heart. His hand over mine, his right hand encircling my back. “You have a tattoo.” I analyze it more. I put a hand over my mouth. “It's my eyes!”

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.

I raised my three fingers “ I promised” “ A day before your dad died. Your dad came to meet me, he said, he needed my help. He told me about your uncle that he is creating his own army to destroy the werewolves. For centuries werewolves and humans have always been in peace because the hunter made sure of that and we never broke the accords. Your dad came to me so I can protect you and he told me to train you before I explained what was going on. At first I didn't want to get involved in the hunter problem but when I found out you were my mate. So i became involved, i might be one of the strongest Alpha in the werewolves but i dont like getting involved in what that doesnt concern me. My rule

The intense perfume emanating from Hiya's body wafted over her, a pleasant scent that could encapsulate centuries within its allure. Contrary to this, Utkarsh had always been associated with the scent of alcohol. She slowly opened her eyes, and her gaze fixated on his exposed chest where two buttons of his shirt were undone. Shifting her focus away, she looked at his face, which was silently pulling her into his embrace and walking. When suddenly, their eyes met – her black diamond eyes collided with his hazel brown ones. Panicking, Hiya quickly averted her gaze to the other side, and in response, he smirked, a subtle smile she failed to notice.