Hunter J Novels & Stories

Hunter Sullivan took a big amount from me for this girl so give me the girl and let me go you fucking asshole" As soon those words left from his mouth the room filled up gun shooting sounds.. And Henson's dead body fell on ground.. Jackson grasped seeing this.. I looked towards the other man and speaks up," Who sent you here?" The man looked at me fearfully and speaks up," Hunter Sullivan" As soon the words left from his mouth Alex shoot him in his forehead... I looked at my men and speak up," Clean everything and I want the bastard Hunter Sullivan's location within this night"

Tonight’s job had been gruesome, one of the worst Ted had had to deal with. Getting information from a rogue wolf about an organized criminal syndicate was a difficult job but as always, Ted was a patient man and his skills for torture were unmatched. It was a quality that made him one of the most respected Hunters in the city. So far he had been able to keep the Don safe from another assassination attempt and while it had been an ugly job, he had tonight and the next few days to forget about the gruesome nature of his job.

“Enough games. Spit it out.” Jules’s gaze returned to him, steady. “There’s a hunter out there — not the kind you’re used to. He’s already burned through half the territory south of here. He doesn’t care who you answer to. He doesn’t care who sired you. He kills everything.” Odessa’s eyes narrowed. “And you know this… how?” “I saw him work,” Jules said, voice dropping lower. “I watched him take down a nest in Baton Rouge. Fifteen of them. Gone in under ten minutes. No survivors.”

Hugging the soft bunny to my chest, I watch as the home I was preparing to raise a family in is packed away. Jonathan was still under Colton, but I didn’t care. I know that if my ex tried to do anything, Colton, an Army vet, would make sure my ex regretted it. The driver door to the Hummer opens, and I look to find Uncle Hunter climbing in, a soft smile on his face.

JAMES POV We burst through the front door and were confronted. I skidded to a stop. “Jacob Sawyer,” I acknowledged the Hunter in front of me. He looked surprised to see me. “James Adler. I didn’t know you consorted with this sort.” He stood in front of me, looking relaxed, but I knew better. This Hunter has been credited with thousands of kills of my kind. He was strong and ruthless, and he had a serious hatred for anything supernatural, though he wasn’t above using them if they would help meet his needs.

They were like specially trained assassins and even supernaturals with all their abilities find it out to shake them off. That's who my family were, the Holmes. My father was a hunter, his father was a hunter then my great grand mother was a hunter and it went on like that, as far back as centuries. It was a mantle that has always been passed from generations to generations and it was my turn now. My name is Edna Holmes, the latest hunter from the Holmes family. I hunt wolves and vampires for a living. My reason? Mine was a little different from the others who fought to protect.

It was fucking pathetic that she had this much effect on me. Jaxon tagged me along on a mission and asked if I could assist him. Well, it's time you knew about my relationship with Jaxon. He's a tracker who has been working for the government for 10 years, tracking down mobs and high-tech criminals. He was tracking down one of the biggest New York mob gangs, and apparently, he got shot because he went in without backup.

He spoke, his voice low and rough. Nathaniel was a silent human. He didn't like to talk. He was one of the people whose silence was comforting yet a bit scary. Even at the age of twenty-five, his aura was frightening to those who were strangers to him. The black ink on both of his muscular arms gave him a bad boyish look, specially with the nose piercing he had. Humming, I urged him to go on, as I wiped the blood off his chest. “Our boxer had almost killed their boss, Deus. They came to get revenge. They’ll probably look for them everywhere.” He sighed, sweat dripping from his forehead.

“A human?” “Not just a human.” I stepped forward, keeping the knife between us. “A hunter.” His lips curled into a sneer as he took a step toward me, his movements slow and deliberate. “You must be Riley’s pet.” His eyes raked over me, his grin widening. “I can smell him all over you. Leave it to Riley to fuck up this bad. A human? And not just any human—a hunter?” He barked a laugh. “Call it off.” My voice was steady, though every muscle in my body was coiled tight. “Whatever you’re planning to do to him, end it. I heard you, Liam. You killed Marcus, not Riley.”

I thought for a moment of the many lies I could tell that could afford me luxuries such as this, but settled for one that I knew would rack his nerves a little, I needed him to second guess himself and be off his normal game. "I'm a big game hunter." I said, and I wasn't even lying this time. The only thing is, the game was him. Before he could ask another question he was interrupted by Jarvis. "We have arrived ma'am." I could tell he was a bit nervous now, and that was exactly what I wanted. He still had no idea what I really did, but I didn't want him to figure it out and kill me before I could get him where I wanted him. I figured I should calm his mind some now.