Holden's Hunting Hat Novels & Stories

Dexton was right about the features of the Calhan wolves; they were most commonly born with black hair, but the special ones among them, the chosen royal blood, had been given snowy locks just like Hayden’s. Though his brother Holden's hair wasn’t as long as his, its buzz cut still showed his white-gold hair. “So please, I need an audience with your king,” she says. “We still cannot let you do that; our father doesn’t fare too well with visitors, especially one from the Silver Night Pack; he’ll have you killed, so I might just do it myself,” Holden mutters. “Heel, Holden,” Hayden warns.

I said as I rubbed the stubble on my chin. “Hey,” Holden said behind me. For a moment, I had completely forgotten he was still in the room. “I got the vehicle.” “What?” I asked as I moved to Holden’s side. My eyes widened as I watched a red dot on the map. Holden’s skills were more than impressive; they were scary. “How did you…?” I asked, completely dumbfounded. “Tracking is easy. A smart watch, a phone, doesn’t matter,” Holden said. “If it has a chip in it like most cars do these days, I can hack in to it.”

Helena gritted her teeth as she curled her hands into fists, glaring with hatred. “Haha…! Are you sure you didn’t offend the Hunt family?”

He paired it with an affluent peasant dark hat, and with his cream tattered leather apron, he stood beside Sophie. "Okay. So, what about those werewolves and hunters you mentioned earlier to Eve? I didn't mean to pry, but with my hearing, I can't help but hear." Sophie asked and took a small flower from the ground. She held it tightly and was at a loss for words.

Though Holden was heavily hurt by this new development he was still happy to see the two friends care for each other. “I don’t even know who my mate is Arnoux, I don’t know where I met her.” Dean shouts, he was angry, angry at Arnoux for not taking this crisis seriously, this could lead to him being chastised by his pack. “If I may your highness.” Holdens says, “well the mark disappeared after we went to shore and met those, Sirens.” He gulps in fear before adding, “perhaps one of them is your mate.” Blood lust is the only thing the room could feel, one of those arrogant sirens his mate, how absurd, he feels no connection with any of them rather than wanting to tear them apart.

"Alright then, Poppy. Have a nice ride." Looking at Hunter, he added, "I'll have Hoyt get up here, pronto." With that, he touched the brim of his straw hat, then ambled off in the direction of the pasture. "Alright, are you ready?" Hunter asked. Poppy nodded. "Sure." He squinted at her slightly. "The sunglasses are a good idea, but do you have a hat?" She shook her head. "No hat. I didn't even think about it."

said Tyler, still holding her up in the air. Autumn rolled her eyes. "Fine. I love you. Happy?" He put her down and chuckled. "Of course." Autumn rolled her eyes. I turned to Hunter and only now did I realize the hoodie he was wearing had 'Keep Calm and Be A Potterhead' printed on the front with a little golden snitch on top of the word 'keep'. "What on earth are you wearing?" He flinched and looked at me nervously. "Do you like it?"

Naked. I admit that this was a cool hat. It was a newsboy or Gatsby type hat, definitely handmade with solid, brown leather bill and brim and a soft leather crown made of eight quarter panels and topped with a leather covered button. The bill had a small flower design that was hand tooled across the front. And it fit me perfectly.

He was limping, and as Captain Davis drove closer, he saw something in the man’s hand which made his blood run cold. A rifle. A long hunting rifle. But who would go shooting in the dead of winter? And at a deserted area like this, with the snow coming down heavily? What was equally suspicious was the fact that the man was wearing a hat, much like a Stetson, and dark glasses, and he suddenly remembered the description that Bianca Cruz had submitted at the station a few days ago.

He dragged Hilda along, carefully blending into the crowd as they ran. The ground was full of things falling off from people on the run in panic, which included scarves, hats, phones and so on. The swift and observant Rex picked up two hats from the floor quickly, one for Hilda and another one for himself. The snipers were watching them closely from above. Now that everyone was running around in panic, the only thing the snipers could differentiate them from other people were their heads. Hilda put on the hat and removed her down jacket. The down jacket was bright red in color, and it was too striking.