Hunter Clarington Novels & Stories

After Clint entered the door, he quickly walked over to Hoyt and stretched out his hand respectfully with a smile on his face. “Hoyt, I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.” Hoyt smiled and stood up. At the same time, Clint’s gaze naturally fell on the young man beside Hoyt. He asked, “This is?” “This is the founder of the Uppercreek Chamber of Commerce, Young Master Philip Clarke,” Hoyt introduced with a smile on his face. Young Master Philip Clarke? Clint’s heart trembled even more. He did not expect to meet the founder of the Uppercreek Chamber of Commerce, and by the looks of it, he was very young!

he chuckled at my question. “Clint Ryder. Harvin’s cousin.” He introduced, his piercing shone as lights hit it. So, he’s the cousin. That’s why I could see certain resemblance between them! I chose to go back home. Hail would be fine there, I’m sure. Clint assured me as well, his cousin would take care of my best friend and I believed him. I also accepted his offer to drive me home since it was Hail’s car that we used and not mine. Inside Clint’s car, we were both silent—more like me cuz I noticed he’s been trying to make up a conversation which I truly appreciated.

The picture was cropped to reveal only their entwined fingers, a desperate, intimate knot of contact. The caption was a poison dart: "A close pal of the couple discloses that tensions have been building for months between the ruthless tycoon and his 'moral advisers,' Jonah Miles (inset), culminating in last night's blazing battle at the Innovators Gala. Was Clarkson's public humiliation of business rival Harper Lane a war of commercial one-upmanship. or a lovers' spat? One thing's for sure: the Ice King's throne is getting rather warm.".

Jiya says, taking a seat in the armchair across from my desk. “Or that wolves from the royal pack would be coming and going, apologizing to you for their past transgressions and asking for training advice,” Claira’s voice calls from the doorway, and I look up to find my friend walking inside, the fresh mate mark on her neck prominent for all to see. It turned out that a warrior named Dustin Knox was Claira’s mate. He was one of the few who neither spread rumors about me nor defended me from them. He came with some warriors two weeks ago, intending to apologize and make things right when Claira arrived at the pack house after returning with a hunting party.

However, just when the game was about to end, my eyes caught a glimpse of something that made me stop. I noticed that Clark had a peculiar tattoo on his arm I believed was similar to what we found in Hunter Grey. Based on my quick observation, the tattoo was an intricate design of a demented clown, with elongated limbs and a twisted grin on its face. The colors used were vibrant yet grotesque, with shades of mustard yellow, deep red, and silky green. The clown's eyes were black and soulless as if they were staring right into your deepest fears. But the weirdness of the tattoo did not stop there. Around the clown's body were tiny, almost indiscernible symbols and lines that seemed to move and

He inhaled a very long breath. “You must be alert, Vlad Lup…” Clayton straightened his back and one of his hands still kept holding his left arm. He let Professor Hügel help him to pull down his sleeve that was stained with his blood. “I will Professor…don’t worry…” He tried to beam and dismiss the worry on the professor’s face. “It’s my battle, I’ll promise you. It won’t involve any members of The Hunkers or the protectors or even The Council.” Clayton tried to convince the professor.

I giggled until we reached the side of the chieftain’s body. “I’ll go and retrieve the chieftain’s head. Carter, you stay with Suna.” Clairmont stepped back and swirled his body before he entered flight more and fled away from us. After he did, I folded the sleeves of my tunic and tested the chieftain’s skin durability by leaving my footprint on its skin.

The blue light intensify right at his very eyes and my gaze couldn't take off and receive such blinding blue light, traced more than my mind can hold. Then a fantastic collision just clash before our very eyes. One is that of blue, and one is a strange white that is coming from inside of me. I thought while my heart is shaken, “I don't know what you mean by calling me your luna, Alarkin. But you understimated this curse huntress. How can I the one to forget this very night?” The moment he regain the clarity, I aready disappear without trace. That after I certain for the very important thing, and I can only sigh the conflicted beat in my heart.

Clarion sighed, “Kai, your inability to do your job shouldn’t be put on me. You’re the incompetent one, why am I getting blamed for this?” Cillian was truthfully not surprised to hear Clarion had a hand in this. She had tried to kill him a number of times and she didn’t even bother to be subtle about it. To him, there was no other person as cruel as she was. “You gave them the one thing they can use to wipe the whole of us out! Clarion! What was going through your mind?” Clarion shook her head and rose to her feet, she made her way around the table, “if you had called me here to talk about your incompetence, I’m sorry but I am busy, maybe next time we can talk about it over wine.”