Hunter Novels Novels & Stories

She is basically the writer and I the director. Our goal as Hunters is to eliminate harm and evil. And to us the witches and vampires possess those characteristics. Since no one could do it, polices, lawyers. We humans took it upon ourselves and religion to cleanse the land from evil. “Quiet!!!” Nithara's voice cuts through the heavy noise, pulling everybody back to focus. She scans the room like she wants to pick someone out and then she looks at me, brushing the side of her nose with her thumb. She hesitates.

It makes her thirsty, and she craves something that she can't sort out what it is. Panic glints past her eyes when her vision unexpectedly plays a big joke on her. All of the people around her become nude and worse, skinless. Their veins from all over the body become visually visible to her, showing their rippling blood. Once again, Samantha catches a sniff of a fresh sweet honey scent of human blood, immediately reminding her of Morgan. Her fangs grow remembering him, her emerald pupils change into bloody red, and the heat she feels blazes up even more. She is craving him.

Good, at least he was taking this threat seriously. "Silas," Uncle Clinton hissed, falling into step beside me. "What was he talking about out there? Hana has vanished?" "That’s right." I confirmed, deciding it wouldn’t hurt anything to fill him in on what happened while he was a prisoner beneath Haney Manor. "She is a lycan that managed to infiltrate our lands." At my words, a shocked hiss escaped Uncle Clinton. "A lycan," he repeated, seeming to not quite believe. "Are you sure?"

The sword with which he was attacked has been immersed in not just enough poison so it can penetrate deeply into his skin, but to also leave the wounds un-healing. When I open my eyes, I narrow them and wander them around. My sense of sight and smell is at work. If Hillary was there, this would be have been easier. I bend down on the edge of the hillside, staring at the deserted ground. The scents have been ingrained into the ground such that it is hard for one who wasn't a witness of this to smell anything like that. However, I don't think Hunters are the ones who took Anastasia. The scent is different...plus, there's no way he can hide their scents. It can only make sense with Werewolves.

Hunter checked his time. 11:24. His flight was at 14:00 hours. He had prepared everything and had packed all his gear. Leaving the country was not on his wishlist but there was nothing he could have done, that was his only way to stay alive. He didn’t expect Hilary to betray him like that. Trust, for him, was a big word but he relied on her. He knew she could deliver but along the way, love happened to her. It was the same love that got her killed. Hunter didn’t have any regrets on Hilary’s murder. Killing had become a hobby for him.

Juvia stopped mid-sentence. Tristian had opened his eyes as he heard Juvia’s words. He shot a cold glare at her. “I got a news that the worlds top assassin is now Lesley hunter. She has only been in the field for about seven to eight years. The former top killer had been a woman named Honey bone, but she was dead already. I have looked this woman up, and coincidentally, her looks resemble a little to Anne. Do you think Anne had done something as disgraceful as killing people behind our backs? I really don’t understand why she would exchange a life as our family’s miss for a life of a killer,” Juvia mocked slightly and she even felt a little disappointed.

said Kyra. "The code of hunters, 'we hunt those who hunt us, and the 'us' are the humans," said Cael. "And that code is for all the supernaturals." Everyone turned their backs to see Tyler approaching them. It surprised Kyra when Cael held her hand and slightly pulled her closer to him. Kyra looked at Cael. "Did you watch the news on TV?" Tyler asked. "Yeah. Raven called an ambulance last night," said Damon. "The murderer is supernatural?" Tyler asked.

Malcolm asked. “Hana is the adopted human daughter of the Bloodmoon Alpha. I know that doesn’t need to mean anything to you. The part that matters to you is that her aunt is a retired member of the Aido Hunter’s Guild. Thus, Hana is a trained hunter with powerful connections in the werewolf community.” I explained. “She’s a… hunter?” Malcolm whispered the word. “And you and your friends are still trying to fuck her?” “When you are as old as us, the challenge and danger make the hunt and the eventual conquest all the tastier,” I smirked, licking my lips at the thought of my victory.

She bit her bottom lip, afraid of what his answer would be. “I honestly don’t know, Love. I’ve exhausted a lot of resources, but there is nothing on them. No dental records. No missing persons’ reports. Although I do have a theory…” This piqued her interest as her weary eyes started to shine brightly again. “And that would be…?” He placed his hands on either side of her face,capturing her attention. “I think they were Hunters. It would explain quite a bit…” Claire interrupted, “What exactly is a Hunter?”

"If you weren't seriously injured in that accident, if Colton wasn't there to see what would happen in the hospital, he would still make everyone regret meeting you. It was his specialty.” "I know, and I think he also still has the specialty of always attracting bad things when we think or talk about him "I spoke in a low voice, in an almost conspiratorial tone. Hunter leaned forward, very interested in what I had to say. That was what I loved most about him; always willing to listen, even if it was gossip. "I'm getting some gifts, Hunter... And the notebook was one of them. They were sent by the Brotherhood. I received a note with each package, and the letter was not similar to Jonathan's,