Heartless Hunter Special Edition Novels & Stories

I watched as the silver burned his palm, but he didn’t make a sound, he just threw the knife from my hand across the room. The look in his eyes turned from anger to crazed. I knew he was bound to slip up in this frenzied state. Luckily for me, I was a Hunter. No, I wasn’t just a Hunter, I was the best Hunter in The Academy. I knew I needed clarity, I needed to remain calm, and the only way I could do that was to get a read on his thoughts. He grabbed my throat and I instinctively tried to pry his hands away, but in reality I was reading him like a fucking book. He planned to kidnap me, and throw me into a hallucination, one where I would never know the difference between real and fake. He wa

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

I said, and he stood up. "You can't match their strength physically," he protested. " You will only end up hurting yourself and aggravating your assaulters," he pointed out, but I shook my head. "Did you not say Hunters had a special ability and could match supernatural beings' abilities? Maybe if I learn to fight, I can tap into that ability if I am truly a Hunter." I pointed out, and for a brief second, I saw a sad expression on Oscar's face. It was as if he knew something that I did not know and couldn't tell me.

Reminding me of what I did 14 years ago “Sure… but why can’t you let him meet her sister first?” “Here we go again.” He leans his head to me, hold my chin with his cold right hand and say “We do not question the command; we just do it.” With this distance, I could clearly see his deep green eyes with dark brown lining, it sparkles when he speaks even if he is angry he looks so good. His muscular chest fit his breast plate very well, on his back is a huge two-edged sword that he uses to redeem lives. He is riding on a dark shinny horse he named as Hugo.

Leo already had a gun in his hand, crouched close enough she could feel the heat radiating off him. “Guess that answers your question,” he murmured. His tone was calm, but his eyes burned with something sharper. They weren’t being warned. They were being hunted. The room still hummed with the echo of the gunshot, the broken window letting in a rush of night air that smelled of rain and gunpowder. Cass crouched low, her pulse spiking, every nerve ending buzzing. She’d been hunted before—but never with someone beside her who she couldn’t decide was her shield or her downfall.

Still, he wore the mask of Quinn and played the role of brother-in-law, acting generous toward me. "Didn't you say you were going shopping after the checkup? Why have you come back empty-handed? Didn't see anything you like? That's alright. Tomorrow morning I'll take you to an auction. The items being auctioned off are rare and expensive. You'll probably find something you like," he said. Walking closer to me, Yale finally noticed my bloodshot eyes and tear-stained face. "You've been crying again… I know you miss Yale a lot. I miss my younger brother too. You're carrying his child, and with the child at your side, it should ease your grief a little. For the child's sake, you have to take goo

And I almost heard a champagne bottle pop. This is it! A full throttle retaliation would be served—. But nothing happened. “You!” Charlie exclaimed in surprise and fury. My curious eyes flew open. And I found myself staring at Hunter’s back. Or his black jacket. That broad, muscular stature was covering me entirely so I wouldn’t be seen. I felt relieved. But I was also furious. Hunter Black is the last wolf in the realm I want here. How will I ever be rid of him when he keeps doing this?

“Don’t waste tears on me. I’m not worth it.” She leaned her head against his chest, and he closed his eyes, holding her tightly. She didn’t know how long they stayed like that, tangled in silence. Finally, she pulled away slightly, her lips moving in a chant. She reached for him, her lips brushing his as she drew a knife from his heart Her chanting grew louder, filling the space. A box lay on the floor between them. Hunter collapsed onto the ground, arms outstretched, head thrown back. Dark magic poured out of him, drawn into the blade as she plunged it into the box. The magic followed, swirling and trapped. She slammed the lid shut, chanting again until it locked with a final, resonant clic

Dread filled me as I watched Sandy release Hunter’s arm and casually walk behind the Luna’s throne, retrieving a large box wrapped in paper with a big bow. “Open it,” Hunter commanded using his Alpha influence once Sandy placed the box at my feet. I kneeled, tearing through the paper and lifting the lid, preparing for whatever was in it. Nothing. And I mean nothing prepared me for what was inside the box. “Let us see your gift,” Hunter pressed, using the command. Tears streamed down my face as I reached in with shaking hands, pulling out a horrific taxidermy display of Whisker’s final moment. Somebody ripped her throat out as she was nailed to the board.

Cold heart Cold heart As Karila had asked, she knocked twice on the door and simply disappeared into the elevator, leaving no trace behind other than the scarf on the handle. Warm gun, a dying soul Hot gun, dying soul Inside the apartment, Lauren jumped at the sudden, rude tap on the door, watching Normani move, her hand touching the gun on the coffee table. And silently she tucked the gun into the back of her black pants as she approached the door, peering through the peephole, nobody. Suspiciously, he looked at Lauren who got up from the pillow on the floor immediately, walking towards her when he saw her open the door and saw the black scarf tied to the doorknob.