Hunter Age Novels & Stories

Screams faded quickly, bodies fell, and silence followed. When it was done, the horn returned to its original shape and size, cold and obedient in my hands. By then, I was already closing in on the edge of the territory—back into wolf land and away from the vampire clans. Between the two lay a small human village. Most hunters came from there. Their hatred and jealousy were well known, passed down through generations. Though things have changed over the years, people always say there will always be a bad egg. And they’re never wrong.

“Your son ate it along with half of our meat for the winter.” Her mouth dropped open. “Weren’t you watching him?” “Of course, we were,” Jamie bristled. “He is just so sneaky.” Falcon chuckled and bounced him lightly. “So, was I at this age.” Tasha smiled at him. “Falcon and I will be glad to hunt enough to replace the meat.” Timothy relaxed. “That would help a lot actually.” She clapped her hands together. “Now, I have a question. How long have you been out here running our darling little out?”

The scars my mate made damn sure would never heal, tattooed into each side of my inner thighs. Did the man see those? Humiliation tore at my chest. The sob heaved deep in my throat, but no sound came. I sucked in the pain. Plucked out the noise. I wrapped the towel around my body and pressed another to my damp hair. I opened the door and there the hunter stood, holding clothes out. Women’s clothes. My brow tipped. “My wife’s. My late wife. She died… years ago. She wasn’t nearly as small as you but at least you’ll have something to wear,” he said, avoiding my gaze. I took the clothes from his hand and retreated back to the bathroom.

He knew that today's training was going to be brutal because the elders on the council were here to choose the next round of hunters and everyone wanted those spots. Every ten years the council elders hold the trials and only the best of the best are chosen. This was what Rainn had been working so hard for and he couldn't let this opportunity pass by. He had to be chosen this time. He started stretching out his muscles to get ready because he knew that sparring would be part of the testing that gets done today. They would also be tested using different kinds of weapons.

“Ashe has sent us on a quest. For a dagger, she calls the dagger of death. We have evidence that confirms the dagger is hidden in an ancient tree. We are here because Ashe said you and you alone know the location of the tree.” Nyctimus leans back, the chair groaning under his weight. The man didn’t look much older than someone in their sixties, yet legend says he is over one hundred and fifty years old. Maybe even older. He swipes a hand through his long black hair, his beady green eyes that remind me of Lamias and her fathers trained on me. A few moments pass with his silence. Making the three of us uncomfortable as he stares at me. Finally, he sighs and leans forward, bracing his hands und

Gross,’ ‘She didn’t even care that Elder Zane is already 500 years old,’ ‘I don’t care, at least now Hunter can be mine,’ Rebecca’s voice reached my ears and my wolf growled in protest. We are not a bitch. We are not a whore. I have one mate! And his name is Hunter. Hunter growled furiously at Zane and I just blinked, stunned to say the least. “She is mine and mine alone,” Hunter roared, his eyes turning black as he fought hard to keep his wolf at bay.

It’s really hard to keep my cool, but I have to keep reminding myself to respect my elders. “Uncle, this is a new millennium. All those hunter stories are tales that YOU keep telling us. I have yet to see any of us being hired to hunt whatever monsters you keep referring to. If that were the case, we wouldn’t have to be doing these tedious jobs and getting paid peanuts. Not to mention us having four families living in this six-bedroom farmhouse that seems just about ready to collapse!”

I hear Ralph asking the paramedics witch broth him here. "A car crash, he had a female passenger as well she is badly injured. She is on the way to you with a second ambulance." When I heard that, I knew that Hunter is Hunter. Nothing changed after I left. Probably he was coming from a party like usual, where he will pick up a lady and go to one of his many apartments or houses through the city or better through the countries. He used to do this a lot. He will not be home with me for more than one hour. He was most of the time gone, and I did not hear anything from him for days. It was his pattern and habit. But I think now it was too far. His life was in danger now, and besides the paparazz

whispered the Elder to Georgia. "Ah, you're relying on your strength again," said Georgia. Then Alexander smiled back at Ethan, Cora, and Henry. He inhaled and exhaled gently before addressing Alpha Ethan. "How old is Henry this time, Alpha Ethan?" asked Alexander. "Twenty-two. He's coming of age in a year, and I'm worried about whether or not he'll find his mate quickly. For all you know, Alexander, he has a very hard time being attracted to women," Alexander explained, which made Henry feel embarrassed and red-faced.

If you fail you have two options, remain here until death do you part, or die, simple as that, hunters don't have a retirement fund, your retirement is nailed into a coffin, and that's the end of it. Lilly drew the car into a parking space and the doors got closed behind them, just right of a haystack the two went into a very narrow staircase that was made to look like a drainage duct, it then opened up to the labyrinth of underground tunnels sprawled across the farm. Lit up by very old and fading lamps and the cobblestone walls were decorated only by weapons used in the history of the cross, axes, swords, maces and clubs, Danté still wanted to know who had the brains to bring a club to a va