Hunter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

You're right, I couldn't. Stealing Hunter's underwear became a hobby of mine. Every opportunity that came up, which allowed me to swipe a pair of worn boxer briefs, had me unnaturally horny. Every morning, when I woke with a stiff cock, my mind instantly craved him. Every day, as I sat in lecture after lecture, the only thoughts in my head were of Hunter. Every night as I lay there listening to him snore, I could do nothing but fantasise about how different my life would be if I was born a woman. Every second of every minute of every hour of every day. I was obsessed with him, and there wasn't a single thing I could do about it.

Die for. “I don’t fucking love her alright!” neither of them look convinced. “It’s not a problem if you do, Jaden … Hell, I think she would make a great luna. She is the only person other than us who you seem to actually care about!” Hunter chuckles as I snarl back at him. “That’s not true. I don’t listen to any of you fuckers.” they both seem amused but don’t say anything.

***Fiona My dreams taunted my sleep last night, both sensuous and oddly confusing. I dreamt of walking through the gardens and stopping in my tracks as the hooded man revealed himself from the shadows… the stranger from the fair. He stared at me from under his hood, haunting, pitch black eyes shrouded under darkened brows. And yet I stood before him, waiting in only a sheer nightgown as I let the cold night air nip at my skin. No fear or hesitation filled me as he stalked closer. Only a burning, aching need grew deeper in my veins... for him.

Hunter growled out, putting much emphasis on each word especially the last. Zane raised his eyebrow and took a step forward but a huge bundle of glowing yellow light blasted from Hunter’s right hand, almost hitting Zane right in the face had he not cast a protective barrier around him. “Interesting, indeed,” he smiles. “Sorry but you’re not the first man to confess to me. You should know I only like girls,” Hunter smirked and I knew he was teasing him. I rolled my eyes. Is he seriously making a joke at a time like this? I sighed and shook my head before looking back at Zane who is now staring directly at me.

I grumbled. “So you dream about me too?” He asked. “This is exactly why you’re not so likeable. You make people uncomfortable!” I stuck my tongue out at him. He was silent for a while as he looked at me, his smile disappearing. “And let me guess, Ryan is super likeable, isn’t he?” Hunter’s voice was emotionless, just like his face. Wait… Does he know about my crush on Ryan? How can he know about that? Did he hear Dan…

I shook my head. "My father's gift is separating truth from lies and it's telling me that Fane's is just a sad lonely man, desperately wanting to be loved," I mumbled softly and Lennex furrowed his brow and sighed. I thought suddenly of Firo, Fane's only son and wondered if the stories confused the two. I knew for certain that Firo was certifiably nuts, having dealt with him before. "I believe that Fane is sane and his son Firo is the insane one, could the stories have confused the two and mistakenly stated Fane instead of Firo," I asked curiously and Lennex glanced over at me and nodded.

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

Venus picked a flower absentmindedly and put it up against her nose letting the fragrance fill her lungs. “Yes, there are many stories going around the camp.” Hunter frowned. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to pry.” He turned to look at Venus and pulled her into his arms. “I also don’t want to push you into anything … I know you aren’t a wolf and you might not be feeling the pull of the bond as much as I’m feeling it.” He sighed and Venus found herself stroking his cheek with the palm of her hand.

Hunter leaned down, so he was eye level with me as his hands grabbed my shoulders. "Tell a soul and I'll make your life hell, the way he makes mine hell," he threatened, helping me understand him better. He was Elliot's Beta, yet he hated him. It was clear now that he hated the way Elliot treated his sister. Just the other day, he had stabbed her hand with a fork and now he was viciously fucking her like it was nothing. If I were Hunter, I'd hate him too, but how does that work when you're the Beta? Does it tear at him inside? Is it maddening? Maybe that's why he looks so tired all the time. I felt such deep sympathy for him it overtook me, like I could somehow feel the pain his wolf and he

Davina clutched a stuffed animal, curled up among my siblings, who had died trying to protect her. In my final breath, amidst excruciating pain, I lay on my back, staring at the sky. A flash illuminated the darkest night of my life. Through tears, I roared ferociously, unleashing all my pain, fury, and hatred coursing through my veins. Hunter approached, looking down at me with a diabolical grin on his fanged face. “I’ll see you in hell, child!” Hunter snarled, driving his claws into my chest and ripping out my heart.