Hunter Legendary Novels & Stories

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

“ But I think there’s more to why my Dad was angry, don’t you think? “ Hudson asked and Alvara hummed in agreement, flipping through another page. “ Hey, check this out” Alvara said, pointing at what she saw on the page and Hudson looked down. “ Around the year 1985, Hayden and Hunter were involved in a firefight with a barrage of bullets being shot at them by the Sentinels. They joined hands and attempted to create a blast of energy against their attackers, however while their bodies were still glowing, a bullet hit Hunter on the chest and he died on the spot, leaving Hayden devastated. Hayden later used his best friends skin to make a leather belt as a form of remembrance” Alvara read out,

Hunter stated. “Lycans are allergic to silver,” Ned explained. “A solid silver bullet would be more painful and harder to heal from, but no guarantee of death. At least, not any more than any other bullet would be for a human. But mercury… it wouldn’t take much in the bloodstream to cause serious damage. A single bullet could fully incapacitate a lycan.” “Hunter, I need you on top of this,” I ordered. “This is your new priority.” “No,” Jaden argued. “He needs to get out of there. This is far too much of a risk.”

I like having a grand entrance. "What's new?" I said reluctantly and leaned back in the chair. "The guns," he reminded me of something I almost forgot, I am the death dealers' leader of this faction. I hate it when my guns leave my body. It's my other half. I'm sorry babies. I pursed my lips as I took my two Beretta 93R. Contains silver bullets with ultraviolet ammunition which can be used for both vampires and lycans. This is my favorite weapon for being fair.

He had not liked the look of them at first glance and with what he figured out about Brick after shooting him, he was quite sure that something supernatural had been going on with them. He turned his attention to the collection of silver bullets he'd accumulated in his private stash and made it a point to hallow out the tips making them even more deadly, while Layla had not been his biological daughter he was willing to die to keep her out of the clutches of whatever this Brick had been. "Silver bullet.... the only thing that can kill a known werewolf," he said more so to himself than anyone else. He had been no stranger to hunting and killing his fair share of animals, given his aptitude fo

I rasped, finding myself inching closer to his side as my hand touched his bare arm, sparking sinuous danger through me. He turned, exposing the side of his neck where a mate mark had healed over. “This is yours. You are a Lyrian descendant. You’re a creator and now I’m… well, I’m still trying to figure that out. But I’m faster, stronger than any wolf. But I haven’t been able to control the rage that takes over, especially when someone is trying to hurt you,” he said honestly and his eyes lightened, finding hazel gems reaching beneath.

I nodded slowly; I took him over to his bike; I tossed him onto his bike; I raised my hand; my claws sparkled in the moonlight; I slowly dragged my claws across the metal gas tank of his bike. SCREEEEEEECH. The sound was agonizing; the paint peeled; the grooves cut deep into the steel of his bike. His bike fell down and the fuel started to leak. Henrique winced; he closed his eyes; he thought I was cutting through his skin. “Are you sure about that?” I asked; my hand raised high; my claws pointed at his chest. “I could make this last much longer.” He looked at my claws; then into my eyes; he didn’t see any mercy; he saw the demon.

Enyo Burnside “Alpha Clayton Blackridge, welcome to my Pack” Hadeon says to my mate with a grin, holding out his hand to Clay. Clay looks at it then at me, before taking his hand. “Alpha Hadeon, I presume “ Clayton says, Hadeon smiles as he takes Clay’s hand then turns back to me. I notice the amulet that hangs around his neck, the strange coloured stone almost looks like it’s moving, swirling a green/blue as if it’s alive. I notice a smaller version hanging around both the necks of the two women.

“That’s what I meant by the whole Pack will help. Hunter will take lead. Aeron and Cain will be able to focus on you and your pups. Everyone will play a part because your pups will be our future.” “Is it the same for all Wolves then? That the whole Pack helps when they have pups?” “Yes. We’re a Pack. We help one another. We support one another.” “How come Layla hasn’t had pups?” I ask before my brain engages and I realise it’s not an okay question to ask. Savannah sighs. “Layla and Dylan are complicated. Dylan was a Rogue. He joined the Pack after he mated with Layla and they’re still working out issues.”

kay, so he gets points for having more skill than I would give a hunter credit. I always figured hunters used whatever bits of magic they picked up to hunt us down and find new inventive ways to kill us. Though I suppose being able to disguise themselves as well as Khalid’s Clark Kent glasses would help them better infiltrate and make stealth kills if their target could recognize them.