Hunter Novels Novels & Stories

Nathan, Lucas, and Julian tore through the industrial wasteland of the lower Havenfall docks, the neon lights of the city flickering off the hoods of their blacked-out sedans. They weren't shifting into wolves; they were shifting gears. This was a different kind of hunt. They were sixteen, fueled by adrenaline and the reckless arrogance of heirs to the Cocolink throne, chasing a rival courier’s bike that had strayed into their territory.

The Delicate Dependency, A Novel Of The Vampire Life BY MICHAEL TALBOT There are some who believe this is the best vampire novel ever written. Here, vampires are truly another species, and both responsible for most of human culture and dedicated to preserving it, though they don't much care about the present human population. A very odd, mysterious and mesmerizing read. Out of print, but available in used book marts. 68.Those Who Hunt The Night BY BARBARA HAMBLY A Sherlock Holmesian mystery plus vampires. Takes place in 1907.

*** Abraham Van Helsing, the Dutch vampire hunter, had once had an apprentice whom he admired and held in high regard, long before he even considered the holy order as a potential calling. Helsing betrayed his apprentice and thought he had disposed of him. However, the tales surrounding this event were shrouded in insufficient recounting and relied solely on rumors. Higgins, renowned for his extraordinary ability to communicate with the dead, was known as the Necromancer Hunter. His expertise lay in influencing the living through the use of the deceased as conduits. His discarded body had washed up on the shores of a massive island housing several packs of werewolves, one of which belonged t

I can see the panic flicker in Hazel's wide eyes as she desperately tries to stay silent, her body tense with fear. I notice the faint sound of footsteps and the distant echo of a hunter's voice, searching diligently for us. If we remain perfectly still and silent, there's a chance he might overlook our hiding spot. Hunters were one of the mysterious creatures that inhabited these woods. They were incredibly fast, their piercing red eyes glowing ominously in the dark, yet they possessed a human-like appearance that made them even more unsettling. Their faces were gaunt, with sharp fangs visible when they snarled, and claws that gleamed dangerously beneath the moonlight. Their skin was extrem

I wasn’t going to but there was no way I could when it was always one problem after the other in the pack? “There she is!” Hunter screams and we all find ourselves running in the same direction. Aunt Hyacinth is lying on the floor soaked in blood and it’s not a sight I want to keep in my mind for a long time. Her clothes are filthy but there’s no mistaking the heavy scent of blood. “Is she alive?” I ask the heavy question weighing on all out minds. “She’s alive!” Nikolai shouts as he sweeps up in two hard tries. “What do we do now? Where do we go from here?” Hunter asks the obvious question, none of us thought of how we would return. We don’t even have the slightest idea where we are.

"Uncle Grey's son, Anthony, told me that his friend, a bounty hunter and assassin, was asked to investigate the matter and if it's true, is ready to commission the friend to acquire the Luna. Anthony's friend… well, brother-in-law, killed the person of course, but he told Anthony to warn you because shit is going to go down." Hendrix fell back on the chair, his heart sinking into his stomach. This wasn't his worst nightmare but it's about to be. He never expected it because it was something he never imagined would happen. Who would? From being a cursed she-wolf destined to ruin his life to becoming a she-wolf destined to be hunted down to be stored as life insurance. It was insane.

And in that moment, the first Hunter was born. In the aftermath of the tearing, Allen Erickson didn't return to the football field. The golden boy of Asheville had been hollowed out, replaced by a vessel of cold, focused insanity. He spent his days in the charred husks of libraries and the hidden basements of occult bookstores, the ancient mage inside him guiding his hands toward manuscripts that would have driven a normal man to madness. He was studying, not for a degree, but for a genocide.

he whispered. Caroline nodded. Her lips trembled as she answered in a choked voice, “Ye-yes, Sir.” “Get out. All of you.” Raphael and Caroline left Henry’s study, and as Raphael closed the door, Henry tore open the brown envelope and poured its contents onto the table. Photos of Verona with several people. Vampire hunters. They were armed, and Verona appeared to be carrying one as well. Verona was a vampire hunter? He picked up the photos one by one, and a piece of paper slipped out from between them.

Bodies collided; the sound of fists hitting the enemy’s flesh; the snarls of wolves filling the air. I moved through the brawl, sidestepping the Crimson Sparrow enforcer that launched himself at me. I grabbed his arm, snapped it like a twig, and tossed him aside like a rag doll. I walked straight towards Henrique. Henrique shifted. His clothes ripped as he turned into a brown wolf. He launched himself at my throat. I caught him in mid-air, and my hand closed around his throat. I slammed him to the ground, and the ground cracked from his impact. I didn’t move; I didn’t have to.

"Have you heard anything about Jason? Is he alive or dead? What about Chloe?" I shook my head immediately. "No, nothing," I replied. "And honestly I don't want to know. Jason is in my past, Danika. Whatever is happening with him and Chloe and the entire Hunt family drama is not my problem anymore." Danika leaned forward with a conspiratorial expression. "Girl, you don't know?" she asked. "Know what?" I frowned. "Hunt Enterprises burnt down," Danika announced. "Like completely burnt down. The entire building went up in flames a few weeks ago. Ever since then, no one has heard anything from the Hunt family. They've gone completely silent."