Hunted Series Books Novels & Stories

No subject line. I hesitated—just for a second—then clicked it open. The message was short. There was no greeting, no sign-off, just words that felt colder than the snow still melting on the window ledge behind us. "You think you’ve stopped her. You haven’t. Four Pines was never the end. The cabin fire wasn’t the first warning—and it won’t be the last. She doesn’t lose quietly. Watch the door, even when it’s locked."

In saunters three men. Marek, and two unfamiliar men. The Hunter appears stoic and unbothered as he walks in, pulling his leather gloves off before handing them to one of the men beside them. He nods, a silent command, sending the men off in different directions, done assisting him with whatever he was doing. He's wearing his black hunting coat, a Baldrick strapped to his chest, making me shiver. Vaia straightens, smoothing down her skirts, not worried about creasing it. Marek sees her first, gaze unreadable, before it flickers to me. Then that calm façade shatters.

she whispered, “but you have to show me that you have control.” He was coming toward her. Stalking her. Seemingly uncaring now of the burns on his throat. “D-Damon?” He kept coming toward her. Hellen was afraid that “control” might not be part of his vocabulary anymore. ************** ***************** ******************* Footsteps thundered behind him. “Freeze, Hunt!” Freeze. The order was so familiar. So was the voice shouting it. Patrick. But Damon didn’t freeze. He kept stalking toward Hellen. She was the only thing that mattered to him.

Will heard the commotion before he was close enough to see and by the pungent scent of iron in the air, he knew he was running head-on into a bloodbath. The first sight that met his eyes was a hunter on the back of a brown wolf and a silver rope wrapped around its neck, by the looks of it, she was quickly losing consciousness. Will didn’t blink when he sprang from the ground and knocked the hunter off, the sound of bones shattering when his weight came down on the man only made him thirsty for blood.

Like a twist of fate that has become tangled and confusing. That’s besides the point though, I remind myself. Kate is right, one thing that should take priority is finding out why someone would hunt her this far across the country. Albany was one of the places on the map that didn’t have any hunter spots, at least that was information last known and that said it’s been a few years since any reconnaissance has been done to prove that theory still holds true. Her wounds were inconsistent though with how Hunters normally deal with their victims. Slitting her wrists, that large scar on her abdomen, even if the silver bullet was a part of their ammunition, everything else doesn’t add up.

It was time to see what the hell was going on. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I hope you have enjoyed chapter one of The Hunt for Knowledge. Newly mated Katalea and Dakari are about to go on an adventure that will take them to some unique places with some unique new friends. Of course, we won’t forget about Dalya and her troubles, and isn’t it about time we hear from Katalea’s Mom and Dad? Stay tuned!

Max was mine. “The information I gave you was accurate. I was coming over to discuss recent developments with you. This girl is being placed on a chopping board and served to us by Noctua. If the file I have in my hands is the truth, then she might be a pawn in a plan much bigger than we thought.” I backed into my chair and stared thoughtfully into my father’s still-red eyes. “Now, my two questions for you are how are vampire hunters still roaming this earth when you promised the entire congregation that they had been dealt with after Mother’s death, and who the fuck is Edward Ravenwood?”

"Only a hybrid can wipe out scent marks like these. And only a hybrid can defeat a full-blooded Alpha in his own house without a peep being let out." I clenched my hands. The image of Elinda's foster father, the soft-spoken man who once offered me tea and inquired if I truly loved his daughter, flashed in front of me. He did not deserve this. Not like this. Killian's voice dropped lower. "Hybrids don't kill randomly. They stalk. They watch. And then they hunt their prey down. You understand what this implies, Alexis." "I do." I gazed at the shattered walls that hemmed me in, and something shifted within.

“Horrified at my thoughts but driven by my need, I ran into the woods. I saw an unsuspecting deer munching happily at some low leaves others had left behind. My body moved at a speed that brought back a hazy memory of a woman I had seen somewhere before. I had him by the throat before he could blink. “My hunger partially quenched, I began to realize the depth of my situation. I had heard campfire talk of creatures that roamed the night, immortals that survived on human blood. I raged in anger and ran further from the camp. I might not be able to reach Valhalla, but I would not deprive another soldier of his glory. I learned to sleep during the day, hidden away under fallen brush where

It would be another night of smelling like a mangy wolf when all I wanted to do was chill. “You are going to like this. They are twin wolves. They think they are quick, they think they are clever.” “Is that it? Just two.” It was a very small amount compared to what she normally kills. Abby never tells me how she tracks them down. She was pretty good at it though, always finding numerous wolves each day. Maybe her birth family had been hunters??