Hunt The Villain Novels & Stories

Her vision was blurry, probably from a swollen eye. Her pride took a small beating. Eddie never wanted Alex to see her so pathetic. He was here though. Alex had come for her. He came to rescue her. She looked him over, his pale face and blonde hair, his perfect blue eyes swirling with storms of rage. Her villain, her husband, was here to rescue her. But he could be in danger, Johannes was still after her. She grabbed his shirt, “We have to run! Someone is chasing me.” “Did that bastard do that to you?” Alex gripped her shoulders. She dumbly nodded her response, “Death will be too kind of a punishment for him.”

I raised a brow in question as I craned my neck to meet Victor's hooded gaze, "What's she talking about?" He nibbled at his bottom lip pensively—or maybe it was anxiously. I felt a strange tug on the bond which I couldn't quite place. His eyes searched mine, tracing every detail of my face as they lingered. "There's one more thing you need to learn how to do," he said quietly. Too quietly. I narrowed my gaze in on him, "What's that?" "Hunt." I felt the seriousness of the one word he uttered. A word I never thought I'd hear. Something I never thought I'd do or be capable of. My life was spiraling and it didn't feel as if it would stop any time soon.

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

Since she had a bad encounter with tomb raiders before, she didn't have a good impression of them. From what she had heard about tomb raiders, there was no honor among thieves. It was common for them to commit murder, too. That was why she had to be careful. After hanging up the call, Holly walked to a big tree and said to Hunter, "My friend has told me that his brother is an expert in finding treasures. Would you like to ask him for his help?" Hunter said, "I've just called Abelin, and he's found someone to help us."

I ask Jay, who glares at Alexandros with a stony look on his face. "He and Gabriel had a fight about this today. The Hunt is basically a game. They blindfold the groom and he has to find a maiden or person in the forest or a maze of some sort, and if one of his guys finds them first, he has to fight for the right to drink from them. It's a misogynistic tradition. The maiden thing was done in the old days, though." "So we have to run into the forest and hide?" I ask, regretting all the champagne I've drunk. I have no interest in being chased by blindfolded vampires through a forest.

So, the Power Keep for the Trelinin Protectors would be the treasure of a lifetime,’ Zen filled me in. Fuck. Shit. Damn. There was no doubt in my being when it came to my mad respect for Ziyah. Thirty-seven years being tortured and abused, accepting the punishments without fail just to protect her people’s legacy. “So, you know where Haleen is then?” he asked us after a minute of silence. Dante had his signature cocky smirk and threw his arm over the back of his mate’s chair. “Mhm. She very fucking beautifully interrogated one of the wolves that were working with the Darkies. Fucking hell, man. You should watch her next interrogation. Even Elle was thoroughly fucking impressed,” he said smug

[Vanessa] Hunter moves through the crowd with the practiced skill of someone who has been in combat zones–he sees a target and he approaches it with speed and stealth. He is no longer seems to care that much about our mission, or about whether or not Cherry is waiting in the back in a maid’s uniform–he has one thing on his mind, and it isn’t espionage.

The memory of his words slithered through me, his voice still echoing from that night when he marked me. "Run, little boy, run, because when we find you, we will hunt." "Promised? I have no idea what you’re talking about! I was running from my pack when you found me—they were going to kill me, I swear," he pleaded, but I didn't buy it. Couldn't. I knew his kind too well, knew what they lived for. They loved the thrill of the hunt, and I was just one more piece of prey.

Not when getting close could get him killed faster. I moved into the small sitting area off the bedroom and dropped onto the low couch, staring hard at the floor. My cheeks still felt warm. I kept repeating the same words in my head, warning myself over and over. This version of Hunt had tortured a man without blinking. He had looked at me with cold distrust since the day I arrived. Falling for him would be stupid. Dangerous. I had already lost one Hunt. I refused to lose another, not before I found out who my husband’s killers were.

"You really are a smart girl, Valeria. I honestly didn't realize you'd figure it out this fast. But let's be honest, what use would I have for a handful of weeping merchants and helpless kitchen maids in the brutal trials of The Hunt? They are completely useless to me. You see, you were the original grand prize all along. But I knew you wouldn't walk into the arena willingly. So I had to be smarter. I had to create a leverage you couldn't ignore." "Of course I was," I spat, my blood running hot and fast. "That's why you had to trap Mother, so I'd be forced to chase after her, step into your rigged slaughterhouse, and fight for my life against all odds just to bring her home!" "Precisely," Ti