Hunter-gardener Novels & Stories

No one talks back or gets in my way. Until Damien came... He arrived three weeks ago... tall, broad-shouldered, with sun-bronzed skin, rough hands, and dark eyes that seemed to see straight through my carefully built walls. He is the new head gardener. Quiet. Intense. Always covered in dirt and sweat by midday. He moved through the estate’s vast gardens like he owned them, muscles flexing under his worn t-shirt as he worked the soil, trimmed hedges, and carried heavy bags of fertilizer without complaint.

He was the father of one of the kidnapped boys, and the architect of this psychological warfare. He had already picked his diving spot, where professional scuba gear was waiting below. He was never in any danger. When the soldiers' families learned the truth, they chose to stand with us, using their bizarre reactions to amplify the spectacle. And Miller, he was the only one outside our plan, the wildcard who forced his way in on pure instinct alone. He saw through my madness, but instead of stopping me, he chose to play along. He hid in the sewers for ten days, just to get close-up footage of the club's brutal matches.

he asked promptly and have me surprised. "I'm not the nurse in charge you need a qualified nurse for this." "I'm not doing open-heart surgery, I'm doing just a checkup." He's saying very calmly, and I'm approving with my head. I knew I don't want to be there, but to learn I need to go through everything coming in my path, including my ex-husband's situation. I followed Andrew into the room, and I step back just to listen. "Mr Hunter, pleased to meet you. I'm Andrew, chef of Surgery. I'm here just for a checkup before your discharge. How are you feeling?"I can see Hunter looking at me for a few seconds and after his attention is shifting to Andrew.

*** Abraham Van Helsing, the Dutch vampire hunter, had once had an apprentice whom he admired and held in high regard, long before he even considered the holy order as a potential calling. Helsing betrayed his apprentice and thought he had disposed of him. However, the tales surrounding this event were shrouded in insufficient recounting and relied solely on rumors. Higgins, renowned for his extraordinary ability to communicate with the dead, was known as the Necromancer Hunter. His expertise lay in influencing the living through the use of the deceased as conduits. His discarded body had washed up on the shores of a massive island housing several packs of werewolves, one of which belonged t

Hunter said and continued. "You know we had one more member in our gang. Her name was Sarah. She was like our family. The girl was in love with Rasmus. When she turns 18 she found out Rasmus was her mate but then everything stopped during the rogue attack, and she was killed. She was like a sister to me. I loved her as much as I loved Aurora and Angela. But she left us. It broke us apart but Moon Goddess sent Catherine and she named her baby Sarah," Hunter rasped. His eyes were misty.

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.

The older hunters called it The Garden, because everything inside grew out of metal. It was an underground biome, steel trees, metal vines, mechanical fauna, all designed to replicate shifter habitats. Not out of admiration. But out of testing. As I approached the gate, the stench of old blood hit my nose instantly, copper, rot, dried fur, decay. Underneath that was the burnt smell of electricity and antiseptic. Cross guards bowed as I passed. “Commander Dennise. Welcome back.” I nodded in acknowledgment even though I’d never been here before.

“Thank you so much. Take care!” I watched Suzzette go to her car in the garage. Our gardener from afar followed her with his gaze. I furrowed my eyebrows at his direction, because even though he was watering the flowers under the heat of the sun, he did not look familiar to me. I remember our gardener being so thin, short, and having brown skin. But this one has a bulky body, tall height, and fair white skin color. Who is this? Is this new?

said Josh. “But we do not know what that is. I can’t see anything inside and he might even get hurt if he makes a mistake. He can’t take the risk ...” said Tyler. “I’m Hunter Tyler. Have you forgotten? I’m not just an ordinary teenager.” said Hugo. Josh smiled. “I’m not sure, but this will help. Look for something strange that you can find inside. Unusual to be seen somewhere there. When you see something. Destroy it, make sure the black smoke comes out of there.” said Josh.

I didn't know what to call him as he turned to face me with his large scissors. When he turned to face me, his eyes was drawn directly from behind me to the house's back wall. When I turned around, I spotted Lupins planted there and on the ground. There is a lot comparison to their main house's marble jar. To my excitement, I ran over there, and then I touched one, unaware that it was harmful, and I remembered Adams' mother mentioning they were poisonous, so I was terrified. The gardener dashed up to me, sucked the blood off my finger, and spit it away. He did it like someone always does when a snake bites them, but turning behind me, I spotted Adams staring darkly at me with Aria.