Hunter Huntsman Novels & Stories

Seriously, werewolf hormones shouldn’t be this quick and wild at such an inappropriate time. I stood on tip toes, trying to look past the man obscuring my view. Once I did, I gasped at the horror of the sight. Zanicus’ eyes had turned full blood-red, and his canines protruding over his lip with abnormal length, and his claws looked like he had been digging land with his nails colored pitch black. Hunter immediately took a step back, blocking me from taking a step further with his big arm. “She was born for a purpose,” his voice coming out dangerously soft, like the sound of the wind brewing before a thunderous storm.

They stopped before me, the engines coming off one after the other. Henrique Crimson Sparrow took off his helmet, his short strawberry blonde visible under the full moon's light. He had a scar running down his chin. He smiled, stepping off his bike. “You nuts have a death wish, Xavier? Coming here alone?” I smiled back, a cold smile devoid of any humor. “Who says I’m alone?” Henrique Crimson Sparrow looked confused, and looked around the space. Henrique followed my movements with his eyes. Then, the forest came to life.

Roman sticks to me like bees to honey. I appreciate the gesture at first. Fear still courses through my bones at the fact that Hunter is in this room but when thirty minutes pass after our arrival and I am not approached by him or even glanced at twice, I begin to relax and get angry. Hunter Tyson, Alpha of the Nightshade pack seems happy at this event. He sips champagne, looking immaculate in his metallic gray suit and elegantly coiffed hair. Females crowd him and goddess forbid he lets them go without making his intention to sleep with them known.

Needed to hunt. I recognized the urge, but it was something I’d always thought came from the Night Walker. The urge to find him and punish him for what he’d done to me. What was I going to hunt out here? I wasn’t hungry. I couldn’t answer the question, but when I thought of being outside among the trees and scenting the wind, my body shivered with the urge to give in.

“No Alpha, but I have the report from Hugo about the substance that was in the hunter's blood.” “Really? What was it?” “It was a combination of Cocaine, Androstenedione, Erythropoietin, Bisoprolol, all human drugs and they mixed them with Vampire Blood, making the effects heightened.” “That is a strange combination.” “Yes it is, and because it is such and it was found in a hunter's system. I contacted Hudson and got him to do some digging and use some of his bed partners again to gather some much-needed information. He found out that it is called batch 839 or since it kind of works how they want, it's known by the Hunters as ‘The Hunters Serum’. Now, not very many of the hunters take it, as

They obviously have planned this for a long time, considering they made sure my beta and I were nowhere in sight. I found out that Henry Elsher, the hunters’ leader, and his entire family are hunters. His wife and his three daughters. I later found out that he has actually four daughters and the youngest did not join them. The girl had no idea that her family are actually hunters but seemed to be aware of our kind.

Kenneth looks at the young man. "Peter, come with me." Peter nods and the two of them go to the rooftop to see Carson. "Sir, there it is." Kenneth takes the binoculars and looks through them. He shudders when he sees the hunter. The hunter, a creature from another world. With a compact diamond-shaped body, they had four long sharp legs, each one able to pierce and cut steel with almost no effort. They had no eyes but they could see in any direction, giving them omnipresent vision. They glowed with a menacing purple color.

Hell, he stood nowhere near her. “And did I mention that my brother, Colton, is a hunter who was chosen by the sword of Alexender, which belonged to the first supernatural hunter Alexender, so that the more supernatural creature he kills, the stronger he becomes?” “WHAT?” Artemis felt like someone just threw him from the top of the mountains. Now, he was scared of seeing any of her family members, especially her brother, Colton, and her father, Brandon. . #TBC

I sucked in a breath and nodded. He was right. The outline was nothing compared to the shading as he colored in the design… which I still had yet to see. I flinched at the pain. The feeling was more annoying than actual pain. It was like a constant stinging or burning that never seemed to end as it dragged across my skin over and over again. It felt like talons were digging into sun burnt flesh, already scorched and in need of reprieve. Now and then, he wiped away the ink and blood but always returned with his head lowered in stoic form. His face was a wall of complete concentration, hand perfectly steady. Maybe that’s why he was such a great hunter. Firm. Stable.

"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