Hunter Huntsman Novels & Stories

“It’s best to come with us before the others find you.” Others? “Listen, I think you have the wrong girl. I’m just a bounty hunter.” I pushed Lukas a little, and I took in the men in front of us. They were all wearing the same clothing style as the men who had met us in the bar close to the industrial sector, but what stood out was a small pin they all had on their left breast—an owl in flight. They were Noctua. Another man came forward and flashed me a picture. My picture.

The Devil and the Huntsman. Our tale begins with a full moon hovering in the sky and lightning striking at many trees. A man stands beside a massive cross that faced an enormous tower about ten yards away from where he stood. So much wind was blowing in his direction and never seemed to cease as he walked ahead along with a few other knights. There were about a dozen knights with him, and all of them carried swords and held them in defense. The young man also had a sword, a double-edged nordic sword that ran from his back to his knee.

Both were evenly matched by intensity. The blade slowly descended, but he remained silent. All he had to do was give a name. One simple fucking thing. However, he remained selectively mute. It slowly slid across his skin, crimson rivulets falling downwards. His hisses and snarls clued us into how painful it was indeed. “Alpha Timothy Porter. It’s Alpha Timothy. Stop. Please please just stop,” he begged her. ‘True,’ Sebastian said. “What pack?” she demanded. “The Alpine pack,” he croaked through the pain.

I watched for a moment before walking toward my door. As I was shutting it, I heard Elena whisper, “Go get your man, Auntie.” I shook my head. That girl was a disaster walking, and I absolutely adored the organized chaos that was Elena. I quietly crept down the stairs before slipping out the back door and into the forest. I stopped beneath his tree, looking up, scanning the tree for him but not finding him. “I know you’re here, ‘Sprey. I can feel you.” He sighed as he swung himself down out of the tree. “Hey, Scarlett. I was just leaving. I was hunting a squirrel. They’re fast and good to hunt to keep myself fresh and-”

Whoever this was wanted to get their attention. The silver tip of the arrow split the bark of a tree a few feet away and if that’d been him, he would be in a lot of pain right now. “Well, well, if it isn’t the prodigal son.” The hunter finally showed himself dressed in stereotypical black clothing and a long leather coat with the hood up and arms cut off and if Will wasn’t so pissed that the man took a shot at him, he would have laughed at the irony. Six more hunters emerged from the trees as they got closer and Will was quickly coming to realize that they were outnumbered, it didn’t help that the northern border was the furthest from the packhouse either.

He didn't appear to be upset to be joining his mate at all. Of the more than 3,000 omegas that had started The Hunt, only 243 were still unclaimed. That night, 243 Hunters returned to the castle and planned the next phase of their attack. Because, at this point in the game, their animalistic nature could do nothing less than attack.

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

“Are they really going to just let me fall back?” That's actually... cause me a sigh of relief. I'm tired by the eyes that following my every steps! Then there's Grandma I notice anxious and been in contact with the messengers lady. And everyone of them is given grandma a jade, however it only cause Grandma to deeply anxious. Then her expression greatly change, she said in certainty, “It must be those horrible species! The Lycan kidnapped the future of the huntress!” “Future... of the huntress?” I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise.

“I’m sorry. That must be frightening, but this is just a book and you have me and Julianne here. Nothing’s going to happen to you. Even if for some reason something happens to you, one of us can slam and lock the book shut.” I nodded and turn back to the hologram. “Who is the Huntsman?” I asked. The blue image seem to glitch a little before stating, “That question has many answers. Which one do you seek?” I frowned. “What’s the Huntsman’s real name?” I asked. “The Huntsman was born Jacob Orias Cypress.” “If I look Jacob Cypress up on the internet will I find anything on him?” I asked the hologram. “The Huntsman does not have a footprint in human media,” was the automated reply.

I had only seen Mildred and Garren shift, so this was new. Hunter wasn’t nearly as big as Garren, but he was bigger than Mildred. His scales looked rougher, and he had spikes lining his back along his spine. His talons were longer than the others, and his wings looked like they were tipped with ice shards. “Hunter is the last of his kind,” Mildred said low enough for only me to hear. “He’s beautiful. He looks like he is covered in pieces of ice.” I said in awe. She let out a laugh.