Hunter Bad Batch Novels & Stories

One answered with enthusiasm, “The master allows us one day a week to run free in our natural forms to our heart’s desire. Isn’t he so kind!’’ I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The doors were suddenly open, right before the sharp sound of bones snapping and screams of horror and pain echoed in the bedroom. I watched as the four redheads, seeming to move in similar motion, transformed into wolves. I had never seen it before. My mother has never told me much about it or how it would happen. It was a topic she greatly avoided.

Hambora dropped the bombshell and the countenance on Mr Glamora changed as he pulled the ladies away and stood on his feets, he maybe the type that love ladies a lot but when it came to matters concerning the Supernaturals, He was damn too ready to take them down and burn them "Lead the Way Brother, What the fuck Happened?" Mr Glamora asked as both his brother and he himself took a sharp turn that led to a dark passage where the ground thudded as the men behind their backs stood protective of them "Remember the batch team I deployed to go burn the bodies in the Woods huh?" Mr Hambora asked and Glamora nodded. "Yeah I Remember, did they Mess up again?" Mr Glamora replied while trying to find

“Sit down, Maddie. You’re out. Your wolf is as blind as your human eyes,” Harrison sneered, his voice dropping into that gravelly Alpha-heir frequency that made the hair on my arms stand up. “Like hell I am, Harrison! That pitch was a foot above my head. Even a rogue with one eye could see that was out of the strike zone!” I gripped the heavy ash wood bat until my knuckles turned a ghostly white. The scent of damp earth and aggressive boy-musk rolled off him, thick and suffocating.

BLURB “Why are you everywhere? Why do you appear all around me?” I asked in an almost inaudible voice filled with frustration and weakness “Do I still have to answer that?” He smirked. “Fine, it's simple. You're mine, and I don't plan on letting you go or even sharing you." *** Elena Carter felt heartbroken after finding out her best friend and ex-fiance were having an affair. They called her a liability as she had been with their support after her graduation and her failed attempts to secure a job for over a year. In desperation to avoid the pain that pierced through her heart like a saber, she went to a club where she had a one night stand with someone who turn

I said to Damien. “What was what?” He replied. I recognized that sound, it was a compound silencer. A tool The Academy gave us. It was specifically ingrained not to be able to be picked up by a Vampires super sensitive hearing. A lot of Hunters used them, I even had before.

Hacker warned. The team attacked the guards suddenly, the loud sound of gunfire filling the air as they fought. Butcher showed off his brutal combat skills, dispatching enemies with ease. Hardin was performing far better than anyone expected. Soon, all the guards were down, and they advanced into the mansion, easily defeating another fifty guards inside. Following Hacker's guidance, they moved toward the vault.

Emily’s eyes were filled with anticipation. “Didn’t I tell you before that it is impossible to find out any information about Stanley Batton? I hacked into the registry databases of Country Z again yesterday, and I found out that Stanley’s profile had been updated. However, the face is totally different from Xyla’s husband whom I’d met before.”

They packed us like sardines into a vehicle. We ended up here as human chattels to be auctioned. “We have three lots today.” Madam Cumberbatch’s stout fingers parted the frame of wispy bangs of her dirty blonde hair from her brown eyes. She pointed to auction block A. “Lot one will have witch hybrids.” She gestured to the second. “Lot two are vampire hybrids and lot three are werewolf hybrids.” Three dozen captured rogues were shackled. I was at the front of the last line with thick, silver handcuffs burning my wrists and ankles. Hot and cold chills ran over my body. My heart raced, and my palms sweated when the detriment of my demise clicked in.

Tatiana’s POV "Explain it again." Tatiana sat on the deck of the boat, her back against the cabin wall. The city was a smear of light behind them. Ahead, there was only fog and the low shape of the coastline. Elena did not turn from the wheel. "You were not built to kill. Mikhail was Batch 1. The weapon. You were Batch 7. The synchronizer." "The what?"

Another man, who seems older than the rest of the men, looks at Uncle. I instantly recognize him as the head of the hunters' squad working in our and nearby towns. His name is Burton, and he is truly a monster. He has killed dozens of innocent werewolves, including women and children. I have read the files of everyone present in this room, but his file was the worst of them all. Because of his cruel nature and the number of wolves he had killed, he got promoted to the position of the head, and since then, he has been breaking his own record of cruelty. One incident that was mentioned in the file that truly shook me to the core was when he ordered his men to skin a werewolf alive because he t