Hunter-gardener Novels & Stories

He let out a discreet deep breath as they both stopped in front of the huge tall black gates, the insides of the house was hidden from the outside, surrounded by huge tall trees, it didn't look like his father's estate, infact there weren't any houses around the secluded area, all he could pick up were the sounds of crickets chirping in the dark Spade pressed the button that led to the security desk and soon they heard the static radio sound come up, he placed his mouth to the tiny red button that was attached to the box "Open the gates Lucien" his deep voice made Nate to look at him, as if his hand on his lower back wasn't enough to give Nate a heart attack with how much his blood was pumpi

The air is heavy with the scent of trimmed hedges and sun-warmed stone. My phone buzzes just as I step onto the back porch. Come towards the garden. The garden? I pause. Kendrick's supposed to be upstairs, tucked away, hidden. Why the garden? A small knot forms in my stomach. I slip through the side entrance, the one no one pays attention to anymore. The walkway stretches ahead, cloaked in a kind of golden gloom, sunlight filtering weakly through narrow slits in the walls. Dust floats in the beams like little secrets hanging in the air.

, he said. Rainn is the first one to speak and said, "What is the Vindicta?" "We are a group of people who hunt those humans or super naturals that choose to hurt others. You can train if you choose to and maybe someday if you work hard enough then you can become one of us.” Rainn knew that this was what he wanted to do because he would never get what happened out of his mind. He needed to be able to get vengeance and, in doing so, keep others safe so no one else would ever have to live through what they had. He looked at his little brother and nodded to him. Liam reached up and grabbed his hand as they followed Ard’al to their new home.

"You're one of us, right?" We heard footsteps approaching the bathroom and she immediately released me. We were standing in front of the mirror when the door opened and a blonde guy walked in. He was Aaron. He stared at us strangely and said, ``I thought i heard something, Miss Wilson." I looked at Cathy who turned to the other side. "Nothing. Get out of here. This isn't the male's bathroom." I yelled and he walked out. I turned and saw Cathy seething in anger. Her eyes had turned light blue and I went into her thoughts. 'Hunters.'

Period. But wasn’t this one different? Broken… in a beautiful, mystical way. I knew I said I’d send her on her way, but maybe not just yet. Too frail, too fragile. And those eyes. Those pouty lips. Fuck… I cursed under my breath. I turned my attention back to the food as I peeled the thawed vegetables. My knife slid effortlessly as I diced the potatoes and carrots with precision. I was a surgeon with a knife. Butchering, serrating… I hunted my entire life, and I prepared everything I killed. I threw the contents into a large silver pot, where the rabbit was already simmering. Steam rose, flooding the kitchen with its hearty aroma.

“About a month after Henry and Sandy’s wedding, my gardener called me outside and said I needed to see something. He said it was strange. He didn’t plant the bleeding heart flowers and didn’t know how they got there. He thought maybe the wind blew seeds from another garden but I remembered something because after I took the flowers from your hair, I wrapped them in a napkin. Later that night, when I arrived home, I went out to the garden to smoke a cigar, found the napkin, and threw it out. It was just one flower. My gardener asked if I wanted to keep it. I thought about your curse, no, your wish,” he corrected himself, “and said no. He pulled the flower out, roots and all, that same day. A

Uncle gary said in sad mood I wiped my face and stopped crying to understand what my uncle was saying. " Uncle, this is not funny. Werewolves don't exist. So how will they kill my father and even if they exist. What business does my father and werewolves have in common”. “ You are from the generation of Hunter's." I looked at him astonished. A lot was going through my mind “ This is the first time I am hearing of Hunter and now you are telling me I am from the generation of Hunter's. Please can you elaborate?” Still confused about what he is saying because my dad has never discussed this with me before he died.

The old man smiled faintly, a smile that didn't reach his age-clouded eyes. "This garden was arranged to soothe the soul," he said, his hoarse voice like the rustle of dry leaves. "But it can also become a labyrinth for those with ill intentions. Please."

Her tears soaked my sleeve, hot and real. The manager stormed over, face red, venom spilling. "The banquet's started! Why are you still here, gardener? This isn't your place! You've ruined everything - scared the child, smashed Alpha Basil's flowers! You deserve worse than death!" Alpha Basil, the Night Growler's ghost tycoon, loomed behind those words, his wealth a myth no one could measure.

Without thinking Luke clicked on the tab, and started typing. “Dear Cousin Dan. Thank you for your insight in my family’s home. I did not know you remembered us. I thought we would not see or hear from you again after your hasty departure the last time you paid us a visit. I thought your article interesting, even though only half of it is true. The gardens are not dangerous at all, unless you go poking around where you are not supposed to. It is like working with live electricity. It does bite back at some point.