Hunter Bad Batch Novels & Stories

For the past seven days, Hazel immersed herself in the excitement of her new adventurous job. Meanwhile, Wyatt delved into uncovering intriguing details about a hidden enemy. An unknown entity had conducted experiments on werewolves by introducing vampire blood into their system. This resulted in a significant slowdown of their healing powers. Despite postmortem examinations on four bodies, Wyatt's pack remained puzzled about how to trigger the werewolves' healing abilities and, more importantly, the identity and motives behind this mysterious manipulation. As Wyatt engaged in his routine morning business meeting, his thoughts were consumed by the upcoming discussion with Beta Aidan.

I looked back at the pathetic human clinging to life on the ground and saw him looking at us, curious as to what his friend’s fate held. I licked the blood from my hand that was left from the first victim, who was still bleeding out against the wall, and I summoned my minion, Hex, who would tap into his wendigo form and eat his friends. I wanted to watch Bradley’s reaction as Hex devoured them, their screams filling the room, and their blood creating puddles on the cement ground.

He didn't appear to be upset to be joining his mate at all. Of the more than 3,000 omegas that had started The Hunt, only 243 were still unclaimed. That night, 243 Hunters returned to the castle and planned the next phase of their attack. Because, at this point in the game, their animalistic nature could do nothing less than attack.

would hurt them, I’d tear them apart and drain them of their blood, I knew what I was capable of but I was no killer, I couldn’t forgive myself if I killed another innocent person. I packed up a few important things from my apartment, like a photo of me and my parents together, as well as a photo of Elias, Delia and I. I didn’t know what else to take along, I thought of food but deep down I knew I wouldn’t eat them; because whenever I was hungry food wasn’t anywhere near my thoughts in that moment. It was more like a thirst a really intense urge that I couldn’t say no to, so I returned the food I had loaded into my bag. I took my novels, even if I had become a monster I still loved to read.

The Luna has foreseen a disastrous storm, and if I were a betting man I would wager that it’s not far off. Last night was fucked up beyond anything I’ve seen since becoming Beta. Christian and Zander could barely contain their wolves when Hunter brought up the shit with Witney. They seemed to completely forget about their father’s betrayal as soon as the Luna and that whole mess in the mountains was brought up. I knew about Witney, of course, as did Gabe, but I’m surprised Hunter only implicated himself in the soup sandwich that whole thing has turned into.

“I can smell them!” Hugo pulled his lips back, hissing. The man's teeth turned sharp and pointed like shark teeth. He didn't have the two special fangs that vampires or shifters used to have, but Aryadi had known for too long that they were more poisonous than any other fangs. The Cursed suddenly darted towards the back door. Burhan gasped for a split second before darting after the holy blood hunter. Aryadi followed Barbara's adoptive father by turning into a black wolf in one jump. Burhan sped up his run until he hit Hugo and sent them both to the side of the road. Aryadi growled and lunged at them, using that moment to grab and drag Hugo's feet into the forest, avoiding the attention of o

She fell back on the bed with her bare feet still on the floor. “Yeah, afraid so.” “Can I get you to go back and chase the yeti or bigfoot? Maybe a flying saucer?” Ian chuckled at that, “Not since I saw a man change into an eagle.” “Oh, crap, that takedown was legendary. You’re the one that got that nasty thing off the surface of this planet?” “What?” “Howard Killian. Eagle Shifter. Wanted on various crimes including kidnapping, theft, and substance manipulation.” “What is substance manipulation?”

His thoughts were filled with graphic images of what could be going on in that auction ground. He had seen it before and knew how brutal it can be. Their numbers were already small, and he was trying to prevent them from going extinct. Since the Great War, there had a very low birth rate as almost all the women died either at the battle or their homes. He lets out another growl, now running at full speed. On getting there, he transforms back to his human form, his clothes still intact, and while the others were putting theirs on, he storms into the place with long angry strides, not a second longer.

"And make it fast." I didn't look up, but my body tensed instantly. Through the greasy gap in the plastic kitchen curtains, I could hear four men sliding into the middle booth. They reeked of cheap engine oil, tobacco, and the sharp, sour tang of unsuppressed Alphas. My boss didn't say a word. She just set down three mugs of dark broth and went back to wiping the counter. "You hear about the haul out of the central sector?" one of the men asked, dropping his boots onto the table with a thud.

While I did make an effort to hug my siblings and friends, finding so much comfort in the gesture, it still always felt so foreign after so many years of not receiving that type of affection from my family. “Hey, I didn’t bring you out here to trauma dump on you! Let’s talk about something else,” I said. Too much information. Too much oversharing. Why did I always do that? Gigi leaned closer, and opened her mouth as if about to speak, but then something distracted her. The pupils of her eyes moved from left to right as she followed something. I turned to find Beta Liam, the beta of our pack, with Beta Sasha from the Severnaya Zvezda Pack, lining up at the fully packed bar. This place was ver