Hunter Novels Novels & Stories

He was the same, his life only changing after Mane handed him the authority of the God of Destruction. “I must admit, your blood has a unique scent. Its pleasant enough that I, who only has a preference for female blood, am interested in tasting your blood. It swells and smells of mixed divinity; like the blood of a human and a god at the same time. Are you a half-breed? If that is the case, your confidence would make a lot of sense. It still is misplaced, but I understand it.” Dracula eyed Tucker hungrily like a dog on heat. Anyone would have been made grandly uncomfortable by such a stare, but Tucker didn’t care. He had experienced what it was like to be looked down upon and be stared at l

That’s another thing: Hannah and Alex appear to be nowhere to be seen. Hen’s eyes glow with an eerie light as she dispatches another wolf, her movements fluid and precise. There’s a cold efficiency to her violence, a methodical destruction that chills me to the bone. The packhouse, once a place of warmth and community, now reeks of blood and fear. “Where is she?” Hen demands, her voice echoing through the hallway. “Bring me Hannah, and this ends!” The wolves cower, some too injured to move, others too frightened to speak. I look around, but no side of Alex or Hannah.

But it wasn’t the monster that had my heart stopping in my chest. It was his eyes. “Ronan,” I breathed, barely recognizing the sound of my own voice. The wolf didn’t hesitate. He lunged, his claws slicing through the air as he slammed one of the hunters into the door with a sickening crack. The man crumpled, his body limp, his gun clattering to the floor. “What the fuck is that?” another hunter yelled, his voice cracking with fear as he aimed his weapon at Ronan. Before he could fire, Ronan was on him, pinning him to the wall. The man slumped, lifeless, as Ronan turned to me, his blue eyes blazing.

Thana stated, backing me up. “Let’s get started.” My team paired off into groups of two, leaving me to spare with Thana, my second in command. We practiced with our blades and blocking oncoming attacks. Although guns now existed, immortal creatures had no interest in them, mostly because they did little damage to immortals, it was the equivalent of shooting a person with a BB gun. Not effective at all, that is aside from the special handguns the order gave out with blessed bullets, those could kill a vampire instantly, but they were hard to get and were only given to the generals.

Someone I’d liked; someone good and just and kind. Someone who hadn’t had a choice, either. She’d been thrown into the supernatural without anything to cling to – not even her family. Sorrow dampened the pleasure that Cyrus’s presence brought. I couldn’t stand by, not if it meant that innocent people would face fates as heart breaking as Veronica’s. At its core, that was what hunting was about. Protecting the innocent. And if our hatred of the unknown overshadowed that, then it was us, me, to blame – not the duty, not the sword.

she asked. Karen had so many questions, and I didn't know how to answer her. I wished I had the answers, especially now, but I didn't, and it kind of made me feel bad. I knew I had to explain things to her a bit. "The Hunter family are supernatural hunters. They are human beings with special abilities to locate and identify people like me. They also can match our skills and kill us. They are the most dreaded bloodline of all the supernatural hunters. It was all fair initially. The Hunters made sure everyone followed the rules, and no one cheated anyone. We saw them more like judges, juries and executioners. Whenever there were issues, the Hunters would solve them. They could tell when we wer

And then I had woken up alone to a cold bed with his familiar warmth gone. There had been no note, no phone number, nothing I could use to identify. The only thing that remained was his faint scent and the memory of his body writhing beneath mine and I pounded him. Rage had coiled in my belly. He dare he run away? Nobody walked away from me. No one had dared to disappear from me without any form of consequences. That same morning, I had made calls. I was quick to hire the best investigators money could buy to find him.

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.

Okay, I was very impressed, but it was nothing compared to what I’d left behind. I might not have had water heating back in the wolf village, might have been forced to use the public sauna and seen horrible, despicable things I had no business seeing, but at least I’d had home. I’d had my brother. I was already prepared to die, but somehow, it had gotten farther than I imagined. Than any of us chosen ones imagined. “Hector the Lycan, what is it you want from me?” Hector Six girls, six! But it was Nola Reynolds- all five foot five inches of her- that put a thorn up my ass and had me tasting my claws in worry.

With Alexis' eyes being different, hazel, and Adrian's belief in the fact that Alexis had been possessed by the spirit of Alexandra. “That's all that has happened… and I feel like I'm even more of a failure in protecting Alexis.” Adrian muttered ending his story to Serina there. Serina was silent and began to digest what Adrian said there. “I seem to have heard an old legend that says that the first female vampire hunter in 1840, named Alexandra H. Wilson, was found dead in a gruesome way when she managed to kill many evil vampires at that time. Is it the same Alexandra that you already said about, Adrian?” Serina asked with that curious look clearly visible in her eyes right now.