Hunter Hunter Island Novels & Stories

Crystal Snow POV I tried my best to show him, love, to show him that for me, he is more important than his money. But it did not work. Hunter was and still is the most hunted man from New York, a billionaire who can have everything and anything at any time. He was forced to marry me, a simple woman just because he needed to look good in papers like a married man and a loving person. I was easy prey because of my red and long hair like fire, my blue sparkling eyes and my slim body. I was just the perfect wife but in reality, for him, I'm nobody.

At least it's not a white bikini. I hug myself as if no one can see me despite having ten people roaming about. I walk barefoot to position myself on the white background, trying to make the dress go down an inch at least. I am stunned by Hunter wearing only torn jeans in front of me. No jacket, no shirt, no shoes, it is just him and the damn Calvin Klein underwear and jeans. He holds out his hand, smiling, and I feel the first shot of a flash firing from the umbrellas on either side.

The vampire that killed Ethan blurted out but his calm expression was broken into one of fear. “You are the vampire that hunts vampires!” This realization forced him to immediately try and retreat but that was not possible because the only thing that left that position was his body, not his head. The difference in their ability was that vast as he had been decapitated before he even realized that he was without a head. “Vampire hunter? That’s vulgar. Please, call me Liam,” The man said to the head in his hand.

“12 out of 21 deer have been killed by this hunter.” Holding my spear, I am trying to catch my breath while paying my whole attention to the keeper. Keepers are the one who has the information of how many kills a hunter has in an hour. “None other than, Raffi of the Ambrose’s!” I saw my father fixing his hunter’s robe while wearing his huge smile. The whole tribe is excited especially the women of which gender I belong to. I started to walk to the wooden stage created by the tribe for this kind of ceremony. Everybody is happy and I hope this will last forever.

I start to head north when I get another link from Jace. Kade coming your way fast. I just caught sight of the rogue headed that way and it looks like there’s a hunter on his tail. Looks like he went too far south and got spooked back this way. Thanks for the heads up. I’m on it. I close the link again and turn back south keeping my eyes peeled for any movement and my ears up listening for the chase. After a few minutes I think Jace may have been a little off in telling me the direction, when I hear the faint sound of a dirt bike. That must be the hunter chasing after the rogue. We need this one since the last one we had decided to kill himself, and with the woman this morning we have even m

A man on foot had broken free of his hiding spot and was gunning it after us, running at an impossible speed. I didn't need to see the light sucking black surrounding his pupils, annihilating the whites of his eyes to know what he was. I could tell by the way his arms jerked as he bounded towards us, closing the gap between hunter and prey. I slipped my gun from the holster strapped to my thigh and let off three rounds the same instant the front tire ran a hole, jarring my shots and sending them wide. "Keep it steady!"

it was as if he had vanished not just from the island, but from the surface of the earth. The hunters finally began to understand why so much worth was being placed on a young boys head, he was just too elusive, it was the first time that about two hundred hunters were completely outmanouverd by one person in a matter of minutes. the shock they received hurt them down to their pride and little by little, they began to give up Just as the hunters were about to make their way home, they began to hear a voice through their mobile devices. "Don't tell me you guys are just going to walk away without even trying, did you really think the show was over? No, this is where it begins, follow me and we

I breathed hard, dragging my body up as I crawled forward on all fours like a fucking dog. I didn't stop, didn't even look back, not even when the air around me stiffened. Not even when the animals went quiet and the trees froze as though they had held their breath. Because deep down, I already knew what this meant. Growing up, I heard stories, rumours by the other slaves about the Hunter's Territory. No one dared to cross last this line, not even Alpha's or Betas and especially, not Omegas like myself. This land belonged to someone or something more deadly and mysterious.

I laugh at her before taking a deep breath. “I wish to see Hunter Ysrael of the Cruelcrest Hounds Pack,” I whisper and it seemed like my words were carried by the butterflies into the wind as the wind whistled and rustled through the trees circumvallating us. The next moment I saw the water in the river ripple before my reflection in the water distorts to show Hunter standing in what looks like a mini-library. My heart thuds at the mere sight of him. Realizing how Goddess I miss him so much, and when I saw him in that sexy tight button-up shirt and leather pants I felt myself getting wet.

Who goes to a panther's lair to hunt him? I do. And for Jasper Grant, a hot, tasty girl blundering into his lair? That suits him perfectly. It is a shame that such a fine specimen of a man will go to waste. But he must pay with his life. All the Grants will pay for their sins. I, Michela Cruz, will be their reckoning.