Hunted Books Novels & Stories

I leveled my rifle again and brushed an errant red curl out of my face, tucking it beneath my fur hood. “Morrigan and Cernunnos guide me.” I prayed. While I wasn’t sure if I believed in half the magic my coven claimed they did, I at least trusted in Cernunnos, one of our celtic gods, the horned lord of the hunt, to guide my path; and Morrigan, the goddess chooser of the slain, to mark my kills. If I followed their guidance, I always found game, and would hit the ones they marked for me. It was well worth a quick prayer to them. My coven were perhaps not purists, but they tried to hold to the old ways as best they knew how anymore. We may be far from Ireland, but we still felt connected to th

I nodded to Xavier, he had every right to hate me, and if that made him feel better, then I would take it. I closed my eyes as he raised the knife and waited for him to plunge it deep into my chest. To be continued… (This book is a Duet, the Hunter and The Hunted. The Hunted i still being written, please see my website for more information. It is on my to be written list after I finish my final revisions of my main series and the spin off completion.)

I know you heard me. 'Yes, I heard it.' I said to him. 'I am now reading the book I got from the restricted section of the library. There is something about this book, titled The 12 Sinners: The Demon's Souls. I think there is something here we can use to defeat them. Who knows, I will start here. Just enjoy them first, dude.' I heard Hunter's voice in my head. He is talking to me. I nodded my head even though he couldn't see me.

Those who don’t have immortality crave it and those who do have it, resent it. “Sophia! Get ready! You will be late!” A lady screamed, her voice reverberating through every wall in the house. “Arrrghhh! I can’t get any fucking reading done!” Sophia cussed under her breath. Sophia was an aspiring brunette writer in her late teens about to start college. She was a fit lady with shoulder-length hair, she had glasses on with an open book right in front of her. Her room was like the room of any teenager her age, except she had posters of famous gore movies and comics plastered across every corner on her walls, unlike the average teenagers that were all about boys.

It was silly of her to think for a second that even if Sandra and Prentice were somehow affiliated, he would be careless enough to leave such an essential object in a junk drawer. “Now that's a library,” Hunter said, clearly impressed by something. When she turned around, he was staring down at a storage tub filled with books that he'd pulled out from underneath Sandra's bed. The look on his face could only be described as lust. “I didn't even think some of these existed.” “What did you find?” Bella asked, still holding the ring in her palm as she knelt down to examine the books. The spines were all faded to one degree or another, and most of them looked antique.

Hudson scraped his nape, flashing his awkward smile. “No! You are very much needed here.” I chimed in. I was afraid if we were to be alone, Noah would continue our activity. Not that I hated it, I even let myself fall to his charm earlier, but this wasn’t a bedroom, and I still wanted to look for information about witches. This was the best place to search for it. Hudson’s face gleamed upon hearing me. “Honored Lady, please tell me. What are you looking for?” “The Book of Spells, preferably dark witches’ Book of Spells.”

Hunter said to Joel and Edgar. Joel stopped drinking his ice Americano and he looked at Hunter together with Edgar. “He wanted to be what?” Joel asked Edgar. “A writer,” Edgar answered. Hunter nodded his head. “That’s right. When I was a young pub and my father took me to hunt in the woods, my dream to write my adventure started. I wanted to make a children's book.” Joel and Edgar looked at each other. Well, a childish man like Hunter might be perfect for a children's book. That’s what they thought.

Maybe I could even find something in the book about what I was experiencing now. Out of the hundreds of books Hunter and I have accumulated through the years, there were still a lot of them that I haven’t looked at much. When getting a new book, I more or less just skimmed through it to see if it was worth adding to the small library I had in my office.

She went back at looking over the books when Jared spoke up again, probably to ease the awkwardness between them, "Did you know that Lucian loved to read the writings of Master Hunn?" Chloe whirled around to look at him again. "Master Hunter Lornn?" Jared nodded. "Yes. Master Hunn wrote about the history around General Dana's time," he explained looking up at the top shelf. He pointed at the large brown book. "Like that one." Chloe looked up and tiptoed to reach the book but she couldn't. She was ready to jump when someone hooked their arm around her waist before pulling her away. Jared's intoxicating scent came rushing through her nose and she inhaled sharply. Her heart beat faster than whe

I was engaged with a book about hunters which I got from William's old book collection. Hunters were half human and half supernatural. They looked like humans but has speed of werewolves. They can detect any werewolves near by. Their violet eyes starts glowing. Unlike other supernatural creatures hunters did not have other supernatural powers other than their speed that they can only use if their prey is near them.