Hunt The Villain Novels & Stories

Hunt will be unable to protect himself. Mr. Hunt is the type of person to bully the weak and fears the strong, which means that he has inevitably made several enemies for himself. Maverick throwing Mr. Hunt out meant that this was a chance for Mr. Hunt’s competitor and victim to take revenge on Mr. Hunt. Surely it is a faith worth than dying Maverick took out his phone and tapped on the messaging app. His fingers typed, “Come out.” He threw his phone into his pocket and entered his car.

After a few minutes, I plunge into her one final time, letting my cock pulse inside her with my release. “Clean yourself up and then be waiting on the bed for me when I return.” She just nods. I redress and head to my study. When I enter, I seem him sitting in front of my desk, he looks nervous and I can smell the fear on him. He’s not even trying to hide it. “Well… how close is the lead hunter to death?” “Sir, I’ve come to learn he been stored… completely.” What? Restored? How can this be. I have worked too long for this plan to fail.

Xavier's POV I stood up and grabbed a heavy glass decanter from the bar. I threw it at the wall, and it shattered, spilling glass and liquor everywhere. It wasn’t enough. I had to bleed. I had to hunt. My phone beeped, the screen bright. I picked it up and glanced through the screen. A picture of my stolen shipment and the others seized by the police stared back at me. The number was hidden and I bit back the inside of my cheeks. Another message popped up. “How do you like that, Xavier?”

My stomach dropped. "What?" He nodded. "I hired investigators to find you after you dared to run from me that morning. It took them a week to find you." Something was slamming hard against my rib cage in a really violent way. I knew what it was. My heart. "I found out who you were—Matteo Leone, a twenty three year old bisexual man, living in your father's house like a prisoner." He leaned forward slightly. "I learned everything about you—your urm... useless family, and your situation within hours of funding you."

“Currently, I’m trying to cut off their trail in case they send a new batch of killers.” Alyssa answered as she leaned into Harrison’s body. “To think they wouldn’t want you to find your actual parents,” His frown deepened, and his resolve to help her strengthened even more. “Once you found them, send the link to Cage, and he would track their location and maybe a security camera system. That way we would be able to find out who really is our villain.” Harrison responded, taking out his phone. “I’d do that.” Alyssa smiled. If she had to do everything on her own, she would have long given up. Her fingers worked earnestly even as there were terrible screams resounding from behind her.

This was clean, sharp, slipping through encryption like a blade. Hangman’s real name had long vanished into the shadows of the web. He moved through private servers like a ghost, taking untraceable jobs, but this one was different. Someone with deep pockets had hired him to track Sebastian Vaughn, the elusive billionaire with too many secrets and too much security. The pay was too high to refuse. Staring at the trace, he realized the hunter had become the hunted. He exhaled, a thin smile forming. "Alright," he muttered to the empty room. "Game on."

Maybe the woman everyone called a villain wasn't the person she should have been afraid of. Maybe she was the person who had been standing between Amara and the truth all along. Protecting her. Even when Amara didn't understand why. Outside, footsteps disappeared into the rain. And somewhere far away, a phone screen lit up. A message appeared. SHE KNOWS HE'S ALIVE. A second message followed. MOVE TO THE NEXT PLAN. And beneath it was a photograph. Daniel Quinn. Alive. Older. Standing beside a window. Waiting. END OF ARC ONE

“I protected you.” A sharp laugh cut out of me. “By turning me into a target?” "The Hunters have been hunting Viper for years," he continued, completely unbothered by the way I was staring at him. "They've never been able to find her. Now they have a name, a face, and a body count to pin on her. Every bounty hunter and agency on that network will be chasing a ghost while the real you stays buried." "Buried," I repeated. "In your pack. In your territory. As your prisoner."

He didn't appear to be upset to be joining his mate at all. Of the more than 3,000 omegas that had started The Hunt, only 243 were still unclaimed. That night, 243 Hunters returned to the castle and planned the next phase of their attack. Because, at this point in the game, their animalistic nature could do nothing less than attack.

Hunter paced around. “Did you think he could marry you?” She cried. “That man is a womanizer, everyone knows. But what did you do? You fell into his trap and exposed me. Do you know how long I have worked to bring those people down?” Hilary kept crying. “Women! Show them money and they will betray you in a blink of an eye!” Hunter growled. “I call this place a Carnage.” He looked around. “I’m sure you have noticed the blood around.”