Hunter Novels Novels & Stories

“Are they really going to just let me fall back?” That's actually... cause me a sigh of relief. I'm tired by the eyes that following my every steps! Then there's Grandma I notice anxious and been in contact with the messengers lady. And everyone of them is given grandma a jade, however it only cause Grandma to deeply anxious. Then her expression greatly change, she said in certainty, “It must be those horrible species! The Lycan kidnapped the future of the huntress!” “Future... of the huntress?” I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise.

She’d been through enough and what she needed was rest, not probing from a stranger or interrogative questions coming from a man she didn’t even know. Men did this to her. Fingers reached around the loaded double barrel, sitting beside the couch. I huffed in silent fury... issuing a silent promise as I gripped my gun. So, there were werewolves… people that shifted out in the thick of the forest. Is that what I was only now realizing? Were there unicorns too? I snickered stupidly to myself. My thoughts trailed back to her eyes. Those startling lilac eyes. I pictured her face as sleep took hold. An odd sensation rumbled in my chest, a warmth I hadn't felt in a long time.

Kate and Susanna had planned well, there wasn’t much else to do but wait to see if it worked. As Izzy and Kate kept talking, Susanna was making progress toward the spring and the Kreil were tracking Susanna's path from the day before. The six werewolves were each thinking about how the end of the Hunt would look for each of them. There were six different endings being played out in the minds of the werewolves, and none of them had the right ending figured out yet.

Uncle gary said in sad mood I wiped my face and stopped crying to understand what my uncle was saying. " Uncle, this is not funny. Werewolves don't exist. So how will they kill my father and even if they exist. What business does my father and werewolves have in common”. “ You are from the generation of Hunter's." I looked at him astonished. A lot was going through my mind “ This is the first time I am hearing of Hunter and now you are telling me I am from the generation of Hunter's. Please can you elaborate?” Still confused about what he is saying because my dad has never discussed this with me before he died.

Attention Hunter's Revenge is the sequel to the book 'The Mark'. It is highly recommended to read this after reading 'The Mark' for better understanding. Hunter's Revenge can be read as a stand-alone book, but I do not recommend it. I will not be providing insight to characters from 'The Mark'. So in order to properly enjoy the reading experience, I recommend not reading Hunter's Revenge without reading 'The Mark' first. I promise you won't regret reading it.

H was like a little animal, a little animal waiting to be protected by people, even if he did nothing, he would unconsciously soften people's hearts. However, Hunter is different, Hunter's strength is well known, if someone tells him that they want to protect him, it must be a fool's dream, Hunter himself would probably find it very funny, so his vulnerability is more like a jackal, tiger, or leopard casting a spell, as if as long as the other party is deceived by this illusion, he will bite down, biting tightly on the prey's neck. Lena always believed in her intuition, so whenever Hunter showed such vulnerability, she felt uncomfortable and wanted to escape.

“The nanny can look after the boys.” Even if Antonia did not remind her about it, she knew what to do. No matter how close she and Cheryl were, she would not take Cheryl’s mischievous children out without Cheryl or Ethan. The ladies and the children traveled to Jane’s adoptive family’s house in a few cars. Meanwhile, at a hospital in Jensburg, Caroline finally took time to visit Hunter, who had taken a bullet shot from Belinda. Hunter was on the bed and his emotions were hard to read. He was only in his 70s yet he looked like he had aged over ten years. He used to maintain his appearance well and did not look his age at all.

“You saw my cousin. His brothers have different coloring, but they all kind of look like that. They all could be models of some sort. The women they are with are also from the same town they are. I grew up a little further away but close enough, I know the rumors. Those women have hunted and basically stalked them and their friends to try to get a chance to be with them. They did try with me as well, but I am just a stepping stone to the thing they really want, which is not me.” “But why? “Henni asked. “Because they want to be a part of that family.” He said. “But why?” Henni asked again. He looked at her and started to laugh. She thought she had done something wrong again. She could feel th

Then disbelief. Then something darker. Something intense. His eyes slowly lifted back to mine. This time, his voice dropped into a dangerous whisper. "...You crossed into Blackwood territory... and my wolf let you touch him?" His gaze sharpened. "Who exactly are you, Hannah Star?" The deep growl in his voice made me flinch. But what shocked me more- was the wolf. Sadie. She stepped fully in front of me, her injured body planted firmly between us despite the limp in her leg.

A figure emerged from the tree line—a tall man with the unmistakable confidence of someone who thought he was in control. Benton Nye. I had only seen his picture in the dossier Hana provided on the drive from the farm to the park. His picture had been burned into my mind—a man with sharp features, dark hair, and a smirk that barely concealed his arrogance. The dossier detailed his role as the leader of the American Hunter Association, his calculated brutality, and his obsession with destroying the supernatural and avenging his mentor, Sakina Adio. He didn’t just kill supernatural beings—he studied them, broke them, and experimented on them.