Hunter Royale Novels & Stories

"He said the real hunt begins in ten minutes. Today, we newly bloomed would have our first feast. He says the rogues are coming to attack us too" "Not going as planned then. They won't even agree to the alliance, why are they being difficult?" Suddenly her father surfaced from the bushes, the whole pack of wolves with him as per the division in the plans. The Vampires were striking from the exit of the haunted forest while the zombies couldn't be brought because of the sunlight. They weren't that lucky like the vampires who survive with a sacred necklace that aids there free walk under sun. "Dad, what do we do about the rogues? They are our opposites and very deadly. We should probably call

She dropped the subject then "So, a hybrid hey? Good job" Again with the appraisal, he only took another drink as an answer. "Can you imagine? The last hybrid, she'd make quite the hunt, a real Roland award" A Roland award goes to the hunter who bagged the buck with the biggest horns, it will remain that way until a bigger buck is dropped, a world wide announced trophy. "What? You gonna stuff her head and hang it over your fire place?" He asked. "No– but I won't mind taking her skull to a taxidermist"

He’s still working under the Tanaya household as their mercenary, he kills people if they order him to do. After all, it’s all about the money that he afters and nothing more. However, the face of the Hills’ Company daughter crosses his mind often. Three days pass by since then, Roy has replaced Eka’s place and take care of the company for him. The company still has lots of enemies behind the scenes, since the president has lots of enemies, to begin with.

But, Hugh broke that pact some weeks ago and went as far as killing two members of the blue moon pack. # Roy’s thoughts was in a mess. He was thinking about his pack members that were killed, then his mate, Kimberly, who was currently kidnapped and now he has to think of a bloody war? Well, either way, this war was bound to happen, but he never imagined it would happen during his lifetime. His uncle is right. He needs to make use of the opportunity and take back what rightfully belongs to him, which was long overdue. With that final conviction, Roy looked his uncle straight in the eye and said,

Other than that, Hunter also offered me a position in the council, where I was given a voice. They all protested, of course, but Hunter just smiled and nodded at me, telling me to show them who I really was. With my Mum, Dad, Syria, Brock, and two best friends standing beside me, I revealed my dragon. Brock did the same. Imagine the shock on their faces when they gazed up at us, the last royals of the clan of night shifters.

" Okay, but what about my payment?" I nodded. Finding no other way to kill my time here. He guides me to the bar and steadies the revolving bar chair for me to sit. I felt strange again. No man has treated me with so much respect before. He seemed like a nice guy. We started chit-chatting, but my eyes were fixed on my brother's back. Ryder was telling me that he was the head warrior in the second-biggest pack in the world. He attended mid-semester to finish his studies.

As I scan the room, my eyes land on Riley, who is staring intently at a guy across the room. Curiosity getting the better of me, I creep up to her quietly, just to scare her a little. “Boo!” I say. “Ahhh…no, don't do that C. What's wrong with you?” she says, turning back to keep staring at the guy. I squint at the guy, trying to place him. “Wait, is that Drax?...ewwww nooo why?” I say, with a disgusted look on my face because Drax is my cousin.

“Frustrating, isn’t it? I went through thirty-eight weapons before I found mine.” “His was a shovel,” Rion deadpans. Edward laughs. “It was not a shovel. It was a halberd. It only looked like a shovel because it was a prototype. You know this, Rion.” I laugh too, but it’s strained. The farther I go, the more ridiculous I feel. What if I’m the only one who doesn’t get a weapon? What if I’m a different type of hunter altogether? Worse—what if I’m not actually a hunter at all? What if someone made a mistake?

Crossing the room, I turned the handle with controlled ease and cracked the door open. A young guy stood there, his grin stretching wide across his face, flashing teeth like a kid who’d just been handed the keys to a Lamborghini. “Good morning, sir,” he greeted first, bright and rehearsed. I took in the details—the hotel’s standard outfit, black cotton shirt tucked into matching trousers. His badge read ROHAN DANIEL. Explained the sharp features. Indian, maybe. My hand slipped into my pocket, my fingers brushing the steel hidden there. My tone stayed even. “Is there a problem?”

“Roro, cool” “Now that we’ve been introduced can we get on with our meeting?!” the King cuts through our conversation, he looks pissed. “Sorry King Tyler, I hadn’t realized you were here” “everyone this is Roho as you’ve heard she is a warrior from the Woods pack, Roho this is Cory the Beta, Harry my commander and Astrid” “his fiancée” the pretty she wolf adds “nice to meet you all”