Hunter Hunter Island Novels & Stories

The first day of travel passed quickly for Izzy. Her nerves couldn't decide if they were bursting out of sheer excitement or bursting from the nervous energy at the overwhelming prospect of finally participating in her own Hunt. She had been waiting years for her turn to participate, always listening with rapt attention to the regales from mates that returned with hunters to Ellisvale in prior years. The caravan made camp that night halfway to Castle Rouge having escaped an altercation with raiders thus far. They had made their way through the forest and were camping next to a large river, a campground that Ellisvale used each year when they travelled to the Hunt with their hunters and prey.

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.

RHETT Down one tunnel that leads to another, opening up into a cavern of stalagmites. It was a maze down here, but I kept chasing the light, just when I thought I had caught up to Leneve, the light would disappear down another dark turn. “Hunter!” Oliver yelled as I ran towards the soft glow once again. “Hunter!” He called louder, finally making me stop and turn to him. “What?” I asked abruptly, angered that he was holding me up from finding her.

His gaze was hard, holding the dark, simmering violence of a demon protective of his treasure. “Fuck off.” I smacked his hand away, though the demon barely flinched. Dante heaved a sigh, before dropping onto the couch beside Mel. His obsidian eyes drifted to her, softening instantly from granite to clay, before snapping back to me with renewed hardness. “At least try and keep some level of sobriety for when your Hunter gets here. She should be here any moment.” The Hunter. The bane of my existence. The ghost that haunted my blood.

He said, making me even more dubious. ‘Is it related to us, being hunters?’ ***

I thought Vincent was a trustworthy person, so he told him, "I met Aliyah half a year ago. She is a hunter. She accidentally fell into Blood Moon territory and was caught by me." "What???" Vincent was so surprised that he stood up. Compared to me, when he bounced, he looked much funnier. My mood suddenly got a little better. "Is what you say true? Why is Aliyah a hunter? You're not kidding me, are you?" Vincent asked, panicking.

He's already turning the crossbow over, already bored with this interaction. For a second the relaxed expression drains out of his face and what's under it looks a lot older than twenty. "You want a monster, Hunter, you're three miles from where you should be standing. People are going missing out of Tamarack. It isn't us. And it isn't nothing." He tosses the crossbow at me, and I catch it against my chest. He drops the knife at my feet, which is somehow the most insulting part of the entire interaction. "Count the missing persons sometime," he says. "See if the number sits as wrong with you as it does with me."

My raised eyes began to furrow, I started to think of anything he could possibly discuss with the moon goddess. "The hunters are not to be trusted, Elena. They are malevolent, evil. They manipulate people into thinking they are saving the world from harm. Their game is to make the world believe in them and then attack from the back. The hunter boys are just agents, working for their malicious father." "Do you know them that much?." I snuffed a question. "Believe me, I've eaten and dined with them. I've worked with them and they betrayed me. " I breathed out, tucking the instinct that made me not believe her behind. The way she explained about my mate and the house of the hunters were unbelie

Maybe she's looking for me? I'm not sure what a hunter is but Addie is my hope for rescue. If Rainn is the guy from the bar, then she's with the other gorgeous male that made my heartbeat. I now have a way to drown out all the pain and suffering and this will be my new happy place. "I told you that I would help you and I intend on doing so. Having the hunters dead is going to be beneficial to all our business. We just can't do anything rash that would get the attention of the council.

It was secluded enough to hide a small army, yet offered immediate access to the river. “This one might actually interest you,” Azis piped up again, gesturing toward the island with a negligent flick of his wrist. “No one ever comes here, not even the locals. There’s always small game available, and with the river running low right now, you often see groups of jungle hogs crossing the water. Might be something for you, if you enjoy hunting.” We turned as one to look at the island. It did look incredibly attractive, secluded, quiet, and exactly what a pair of expert trackers and hunters would be looking for. Azis’s description was, unnervingly, a perfect fit for our needs. He wasn't guessing,