Hunted Series Books Novels & Stories

He paused, “Witnessing their victims shivering in fear is fun for them, and it is their prize. If ever you felt one, don’t hesitate to run, slayer.” “Run?” Rhys curiously asked, “If I even have the flair to run away, I wouldn’t be here. The one who needs that warning the most isn’t me. In this house teeming with innocence, be wary, for what you are going, and about to lose.” She advised without leaving her gaze from her book. I am fully aware; she is pertaining to me, the house, and the kids. She is right. Now that I have involved them in this hunt, there is no going back.

Shama said throwing the book on her bed. She went to the balcony and looked at the garden. Ansh was standing there in the sunlight. Shama stared at him. All the beautiful nature faded in front of him. Only Ansh was visible to her. "So beautiful." Shama said looking at him. Just then Ansh looked at her from the garden and smiled. Shama quickly went inside the room. Her heart was again beating fast. It was like an alarm which is warning her of something. Shama slowly walked towards the bed and peeked at the book. She crawled her fingers towards it and grabbed the book.

She should've had her guard up, but she was too freaked out from reading about Garin's mom. The younger shifters had told scary stories around the campfires about a blue-eyed demon who killed unwary wolves in a very particular way. They named her The Huntress. To this day, that name sent spikes of ice down Willow's spine. The Huntress was said to kill her victims slowly, using blades instead of bullets or arrows.

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

Aunt Sarael explained, running her fingers across the spines of her collection. Based on the dual desks, she must share this office with John. They had quite a collection of books. Obviously, not as many as I’m used to, having grown up in the guild headquarters. But despite the smaller scale of books, there should be enough in here to work with. After all, we have three Adio hunters here. There’s nothing we can’t figure out together. “Then let us get to work. I’m sure these books have enough information and our collective knowledge to make this work.” Isis smiled, taking a book off a shelf to check for possible counterspells.

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.

I did a little twirl in the middle of the room and started combing the bookshelves to see what treasures I could find. I was just too excited to have found this place. I came across a smaller leather-bound book that had a weird symbol on the front and when I opened it, I realized that it was a history of the Hunter's. I decided to keep that book just in case I needed it. I was totally in my own world when I felt someone’s arms go around me and breath in my ear. "I see you found my favorite place in the house." My body shivered at the contact. I thought that I was going to melt into a puddle right then and there.

His jaws were chiseled and he had a face that even the gods would be jealous of, but before the man could even open his mouth to speak. A flying kick landed right in his temple sending him crashing into the ground, Genevieve screamed in horror as she didn’t know what even made Hazel act like this man was some monster from some folklore. “I said get your filthy paws off Lady Genevieve!” Hazel shouted, embracing the much smaller Genevieve in her arms like a mother protecting her child but Hazel’s stern face soon loosened up and contorted into one of fear the moment she realized he wasn’t moving. “Y-You killed him!” Genevieve screamed at Hazel, and they both began freaking out because they knew

She is a little small for a wolf but that normally gives us an advantage. I have learnt not to spend too much time in one place because as soon as I start to get comfortable the hunters then find me. It took me a little while but I eventually found out that the hunters are brothers Zachary and Whytt, apparently their parents where killed by a werewolf so now they kill any and all they come across whether they are dangerous or not. I don't know how they found out about me but they have been chasing me for around 2 years now. I am nearly at the stage where I need to get moving again but Lilith is keeping me here, she wont tell me why she just keeps saying we have to stay.

“It calls to death. Every time it surfaces, someone dies.” Kael gave a faint, humorless smile. “Then death will have company.” The convoy moved deeper into the mist, engines echoing through the valley. Above them, thunder rumbled again — closer this time. The forest itself seemed to be holding its breath. And far behind them, hidden in the fog, two sets of eyes — one crimson, one golden — followed their every move. The hunt for the Book of the Damned had begun. ---