Hunter Royale Novels & Stories

He needs to be in shape, as his main target was none other than, Hugh. As if on cue, Hugh appeared along with his beta, whom Roy had promised to tear to shreds the next time they meet. Hugh was glaring at him and he was glaring back. If looks could kill, they both probably would be six feet under by now. Roy was already shaking with rage. This was the person that invaded his pack and killed his pack members. He so badly wants to rip out Hugh’s heart.

CHAPTER 4 TAYLOR “Your name is Taylor Anya Fitzroy and you're an orphan. You lost your parents in an accident at fifteen and your grandpa died after you graduated from high school. You're twenty two years old, you lived in an apartment which was close to where you formerly worked as a barista at a Cafe and your boyfriend… Well, now your ex-boyfriend is Malcolm Doe.” Mr Rover listed every single information about myself while he sat before me in the mansion's living room but all I could think about was the amount of blood I just witnessed out there when he shot those bodyguards in their knees and hands.

Carra walked into the store and saw Audrey glaring angrily at the current shopkeeper, Hawley. The maid Reina who followed next to her was holding a set of packaged jade heads in her hands. Hawley was Vira's distant nephew. He was thirty-five or six years old, with upright face but no lack of shrewdness. Carra was very satisfied with him since he had been working conscientiously and fulfilling his duties as the treasurer of Lora. Hawley did not show weakness in the face of Audrey's unreasonable clamor. Although he bowed down and saluted respectfully, he still insisted on standing firmly and did not give in.

Alana gulps before uttering the words that shock each one of them to the core. “His real name is Austin Jones of the Black Onyx Pack.”

He didn't appear to be upset to be joining his mate at all. Of the more than 3,000 omegas that had started The Hunt, only 243 were still unclaimed. That night, 243 Hunters returned to the castle and planned the next phase of their attack. Because, at this point in the game, their animalistic nature could do nothing less than attack.

The ref calls it, and Russell releases the guy, making him cough and wheeze in pain, holding his throat as the ref comes, grabs Russell's hand, and lifts it high above his head in victory. I can't help but look at him admiration. I'm still scared shitless, but happy for my man. He's indeed a good fighter, and I know he will do wonders. 💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨

“ Roland sputtered out, and with his words came a series of bloodied coughs. I wished he'll stop talking. Ryder would only get more brutal on him. Why isn't Darius here? Where are the warlords? Someone needs to stop Ryder. “Get your facts right, fool. I didn't steal anyone. She came to me. Hara came to my pack on her own,“ Ryder seethed and gave him a hard kick to the chest. I let out an involuntary shriek at the hard impact of it. Roland let out a forceful cough and more blood spilled over the place. He fell back on the couch, and his breathing was labored.

If found guilty the royalty has all the right to put the life of the offender to an end. Uh-huh that was never in her plans. Never. She just wanted a simple and no drama kind of life but ever since she was born her life has been filled with scandals. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe nor blink. She was terrified to an extent of literally shaking. The bowel in her hands was threatening to fall over if she didn’t stop. Her eyes were fixed on the white substance on the purple cloak of a the royal Prince. Not just any Prince. He was known by many disturbing names.

Hailey's pov We didn’t go home. Roy took back roads, doubling back twice to make sure no headlights followed. My hands shook the entire drive, adrenaline crashing into cold fear. He kept one hand on the wheel, the other locked around mine like a lifeline. As soon as we hit a straight stretch, he dialed Ryan on speaker. “It’s the Vargas,” Roy said without greeting. “Brighton’s working with them. Planning to take me out at tomorrow’s game—equipment sabotage, maybe worse. They gave him a gun. We were spotted. Shots fired.”

His gaze following every single movement Jayson made, if I didn't hate him and kind of want him dead, then I probably would have appreciated his protection a little more. "Who says I took them down without any help?" I returned the question without hesitation. "There's not a man out there is stupid enough to help a rogue. They especially wouldn't dare help a rogue who was residing so close to the border of another territory," Jayson replied with confidence. "If that's the case then I guess I took them all down on my own. Me, a week she-wolf who has been living the life of a rogue for ten years, single handedly killed eighty of your best fighters. Men who had been trained from the age of twel