Hunted Series Books Novels & Stories

I was obsessed with him, and there wasn't a single thing I could do about it. The fact that Hunter was both handsome *and* kind, confused me to no end. Every hot guy I'd ever known had been an asshole. It was like an unwritten rule in the Handsome Asshole Handbook, but Hunter wasn't like that at all. He regularly checked in on me, sometimes taking the time out to come back from the gym just to ask me if I wanted to hang out with him and his friends. Unfortunately for me, my confidence was still on the floor from high school, so I politely declined every invitation.

His masterpiece had to be preserved for all the ages, for the generations that would be evolved enough to understand and appreciate it. Outside, the fox pounced; then, a second later, it allowed the wriggling rodent to escape for a few staggering steps before pouncing again. A quick kill left no time to savor, gave the hunter no chance to improve his skills. Then the fox’s ears flicked, and in the next instant, it snatched up the vole and darted into the stand of barren bushes. Sullivan’s black sedan rolled down the dirt road at last. The detective had come alone. He would. He was that cocky. A good hunter knew his prey and used its weaknesses.

Then after painfully long seconds which felt like short ones to Jack, Hunter lit the lighter and let it fall between the old man's legs. What happened next left everyone questioning everything they thought they knew about Hunter MacIntyre. Tbc... Follow me @chantinglove138 for details and updates about the books etc

For a moment he stood shuddering beneath the steaming spray. Then he quickly washed up, feeling vaguely ashamed of himself and his lack of self-control. Fifteen minutes later, dressed in clean jeans and a fresh long-sleeved dark-blue Henley, his wet hair neatly combed, Hunter headed out to his truck. In the month since he'd learned that there would be no luxury resort anywhere near McFall, he still hadn't gone into town beyond a couple of runs for feed and supplies. He wasn't sure he'd be heading into McFall now had it not been for a call from Bill Albright.

What excuse did the people have for being here? Shaking my head, I put my arms on my knees and noticed the scratch on the back of my hand. I got it today when we were hunting the Candir. Canis proles, or the descendant of dogs, who appeared to be a mixture of a golden retriever and a polar bear. When I tried to avoid the huge paws, my hand hit the bike stand. It had hurt a lot, but it was better than being caught by those snow-white beasts. Especially since his companion was lurking right behind it. I knew the Venator's job was dangerous, but would I really get injured every time I hunted? Even if it was just such small scratches?

It seemed desolate, as if Jeniece had never come back since that day. A rusted rack caught his attention, and upon it lay a pile of books, their covers worn and edges worn. He reached for one, its brittle pages crumbling in his hands, each page stained with the yellow hue of age. These books, ancient and forgotten, held secrets that had been hidden in plain sight, truths we had been blind to. Just as Hunter began to delve into the faded words, a shiver ran down his spine. He wasn't alone. Instinctively, he spun around, his whip slicing through the air with deadly speed. But before the whip could find its mark, it was caught mid-strike.

Attention Hunter's Revenge is the sequel to the book 'The Mark'. It is highly recommended to read this after reading 'The Mark' for better understanding. Hunter's Revenge can be read as a stand-alone book, but I do not recommend it. I will not be providing insight to characters from 'The Mark'. So in order to properly enjoy the reading experience, I recommend not reading Hunter's Revenge without reading 'The Mark' first. I promise you won't regret reading it.

I could just imagine him after killing someone to go home and read about Garett and Hannah’s love story. “You …. You read books?” I questioned attempting to disguise my shock but failed miserably. “Of course I do, I preferably love the enemies-to-lovers trope; it had to be one of my favorites. I’ve read the Off-campus series and am in the progress of reading the Briar – U series,” he stated. He’s read all four of the off-campus series and he smiled in memory of them still adrift in his mind. I hadn’t seen his smile until now since the time we used to be together. It was genuine and no matter how small it was still there.

They knew that I was like a dog with a bone when I wanted something. It didn’t happen very often. I’m usually pretty happy with what I have. I’m grateful for what I have. But right now there is a Devil hunting me down and I need to know why. Why me? And if it is the curse, how does he know about it and what does he know about it? I really hoped none of these questions led me to seeking him out and asking him myself. That’s the worst thing I could do and I am well aware of that.

Gavin said, and I smiled at the guys. "No female hunter?" I asked. I knew the reason but wanted to hear from the horse's mouth. "Ruth won't like that, Karen," he answered with a knowing look on his face. After the introduction, the atmosphere was a lot pleasant. We were able to crack some jokes while we ate. No one asked me personal questions, and neither did I ask them. After breakfast, Gavin took me to the library to check out some hunter's books. There were books about vampires, witches, werewolves and other creatures that I did not dream of ever meeting. There were books on alchemy, mild magic, and creating and using charms.