Hunter Hunter Island Novels & Stories

"Are you sure about that, leader Matilda? The hunter is tricky. She always changes her appearance, therefore, it's a bit hard to find her. I also heard from her victims that she use something to hide her real scent." Kasper looks at his mom and she just nods. Kasper's mother gave him a look to just follow her command. "My son is not the leader of the alpha pack for nothing. He just needs to observe the hunter and find out who's her informant because I guess that there is a spy here in our village... Don't let your guard down, my son. And if you found an opportunity, kill the hunter!" "Yes, mother," Kasper said and bow to her. "I will accompany the alpha leader." Every one of them look at Fli

He replied. I smiled, “Smart man. Well it was good to meet you, I am headed to Maine and I have three hours still to drive so I better get going.” I said. “It was good to finally meet you in person, Snow. You are every bit as beautiful as they say, if not more.” Shane replied. “Thank you.” I said and flashed him a million dollar smile while walking out the door. Hunters were connected through a vast network and it wasn’t uncommon to run into each other out and about. Still, it gets me when they know my name and I've never seen them before. In all these years it still surprises me.

Ronan asked. The man flinched, just slightly, but it was enough. I saw it in his eyes—the moment he knew we’d caught on. I bent down, grabbing his hand and turning it to the side, exposing the faint mark etched into his skin. My growl rumbled in my throat. "He's a hunter." "Fuck," he hissed, the rope snapping as his claws swiped through the air where I’d just been. He bolted, but he wasn’t fast enough.

God, I can't think of any way to survive and I'm scared that I'll be nothing but an ash once I reach the ground below. "Hey, calm down okay? It's going to be alright." Hunter tried to soothe me again but none of it worked. He held my hand and I had no choice but to hold it tighter. I'm sure he can feel how cold my sweats are. "Get me down, n-now." My voice trembled, I kept my eyes focused on something but the sky and the scenery below. "I will, as soon as we arrive at the island–"

[katalina] Hunter was holding my hand as we approached back in the sea. The afternoon breeze and the golden hour sunlight feels good. “Where are we going?” I looked at him. I couldn’t keep my eyes off from staring at Hunter’s face. He’s like a supermodel. He could be. With a brawny body like his and a handsome face that can effortlessly sell any product — am I the luckiest girl? “Speedboating,” Hunter responded. His Hawaiian shirt leaving three buttons open, exposing his semi-hairy chest. I bit my lower lip. Hunter caught where my eyes were.

As I was trying to come up with a plan for taking down the last hunter on watch without being detected something came crashing out the window. It was one of the two hunters that were searching inside. The one I had just been planning on killing checked his friends pulse before cursing and jumping through the now shattered window. It seemed they found Mom and she was pissed. I could hear her wolf losing her shit. I jumped in just in time. My mom had her claws digging into the chest of the other hunter that had been searching the house. However she was not moving or completing the kill. The hunter who just came in from outside was holding a crying two month old Richard and in his other hand he

I asked. "When Isabel Hunter found out what her father-in-law was planning, she tried to warn us, but we didn't listen. We treated her as an outcast because she fell in love with John Hunter and married him. By then, the supernatural community had already begun to sense an issue with the Hunters. Other hunter families were uncomfortable with their modus operandi. Of course, the Hunters didn't know she was a witch; she kept her secret well. Anytime they devised a plan to get us, Isabel would alert me, and I would alert the others. It went on for about two years. I believe John began to suspect they had a mole in their mist." She paused to wipe a tear.

said Arnal. I smiled and looked at him. "Do hunters get involved?" I immediately asked. "Of course, dude! It's just a coincidence that we didn't find a hunter last year," Vincent replied. "Gosh, dadyy! There are a lot of strong ones there! Especially the hunters from Ignite and Doldrum! The are very handsome!" Ashley added. "Eh, where is that happening?" Aikee asked. "In the open region," Vincent replied immediately. "Open region? Where is it?"

The scars my mate made damn sure would never heal, tattooed into each side of my inner thighs. Did the man see those? Humiliation tore at my chest. The sob heaved deep in my throat, but no sound came. I sucked in the pain. Plucked out the noise. I wrapped the towel around my body and pressed another to my damp hair. I opened the door and there the hunter stood, holding clothes out. Women’s clothes. My brow tipped. “My wife’s. My late wife. She died… years ago. She wasn’t nearly as small as you but at least you’ll have something to wear,” he said, avoiding my gaze. I took the clothes from his hand and retreated back to the bathroom.

He is standing with his back turned against me, his eyes trained on the other person. I focus on him instead. He looks stunned, his eyes widened, and his lips parted. “That is impossible,” he mutters, shaking his head. “That veil hasn’t been breached in years. Who could have…” “Only one breed,” he drawls. “Hunters.” “Shit!” I didn’t think they were going to figure it out so fast. My breath hitches in my throat when he angles his head a fraction, when everything suddenly stops, as if he can sense me.