Hunter Series Book Novels & Stories

Rahl asked Crixus as he closed the door after her. Even though she was curious, she was too hurt to care. Once she was alone in the car, Emory exhaled deeply. As her pain got worse, she became more groggy and was convinced Kathleen had laced the blade. She shook her head slowly in an attempt to clear the fog clouding her thoughts, but it had no effect. Rest easy, Hunter. You did well on your first kill. The only way to ascend is to slip into the nether realm. It won’t be long before you join the rank of immortals.

It was during the day when the packhouse would have been busy. Thirdly, she was so flippant about murder. That was not the way that someone would speak about it if they only ever did it once. Fourthly, who the fuck was Lauren anyways? Was she alone, or did she have family here? ‘He thinks you’re onto something. He caught a couple snippets of a man kneeling beside her over a mannequin as he taught her techniques. That changed into her kneeling over a body. A few pack names as well – Pinehurst, Albrook, Shadow Creek, Silvern, and Blue Crest.’

“The Hunter’s Pack is the prestigious group of nature's servants. Heaven has given us the sacred responsibility to eradicate evil from the supernatural world. Hunter Harold has been serving this world for the last one hundred and fifty years, his golden era had countless successful expeditions including the killing of the rogue Alphas. The case of Alpha Zackary Scott’s murder is a stain on our Hunter Pack’s honor, that’s why we are sharing our top secret official documents with the Royal Court. We hope that this will be considered as an effort to restore peace between the Werewolves and the Hunters.” Huh! Peace? My foot! I was tapping my feet restlessly while waiting for that witch’s respons

What business did Allison have with a witch of that caliber? My gaze drifted away from the list, landing on the chaos of the desk. Only then did I truly see the mess. It wasn’t just papers; it was a library of obsession. Documents were scattered everywhere, burying the wood surface. I picked up a few books, reading the spines. ‘Tales of the Undead’. ‘The Physiology of the Damned’. ‘The Half-Demon’s Plight’. All titles about vampires. They weren’t particularly strange books for a Hunter to possess, I had read most of them myself during training. Know thy enemy. It was Rule Number One. When you hunted apex predators, knowledge was the only equalizer.

It seemed desolate, as if Jeniece had never come back since that day. A rusted rack caught his attention, and upon it lay a pile of books, their covers worn and edges worn. He reached for one, its brittle pages crumbling in his hands, each page stained with the yellow hue of age. These books, ancient and forgotten, held secrets that had been hidden in plain sight, truths we had been blind to. Just as Hunter began to delve into the faded words, a shiver ran down his spine. He wasn't alone. Instinctively, he spun around, his whip slicing through the air with deadly speed. But before the whip could find its mark, it was caught mid-strike.

“It calls to death. Every time it surfaces, someone dies.” Kael gave a faint, humorless smile. “Then death will have company.” The convoy moved deeper into the mist, engines echoing through the valley. Above them, thunder rumbled again — closer this time. The forest itself seemed to be holding its breath. And far behind them, hidden in the fog, two sets of eyes — one crimson, one golden — followed their every move. The hunt for the Book of the Damned had begun. ---

His eyes shone crimson as he licked his blood strained lips. "This". He held the glass. Leaning back into Stephen’s chest sniffing his neck. It soothed him. Relaxed him. "Good one Callum . It’s a deer. You sure you want this"? Saint reconfirmed. Callum nodded a yes and the next moment they all gasped when Saint took all shots bottom up. "Yumm". They all laughed looking at him enjoying the treat. "Someone taking lessons. Wow. It’s not so you Stephen". Suddenly the door opened to Zol and they all were shocked.

There was a Hunter in his hotel. The stench of death that clung to Hunters was hard to hide. The darkness, the evil in their souls, always gave them away. Hunters were human, but they committed so many heinous acts in their mission to eradicate all werewolves that he could never sense any humanity in them. Just death and darkness. He heard Layla’s elevated heartbeat behind him and turned to look at her. Her grip was so tight on the rail that he could see the metal bending between her fingers. He turned back to Britney quickly and gave her a tight smile.

I was a Hunter intelligence operative with twelve years of training in exactly this kind of work, and I had looked at evidence that didn’t add up and chosen the explanation that let me keep him the way I needed him to be. He had looked me in the eye and said routing error and I had filed it and moved on, because some part of me already knew that if I pulled that thread the sweater would come apart, and I needed the sweater. I needed Damon to be exactly who I had decided he was. My brother. The one person in the Hunter compound who had taught me that survival and conscience were not mutually exclusive if you were careful about it. So I looked away. And then came the morning they delivered the

It's supposed to, but I’m still deeply troubled with sleepless nights. Killing them didn't bring Leah back, I knew it was never going to, however, her killers didn't deserve to live either. “Come in” I knew Hunter was going to find me anytime soon and he just came knocking immediately. “Hey,” “Hey” I dropped the book I had grabbed from the shelf to read to tend to Hunter. Once I grab one of those books, I never take my attention off them easily. “What are you up to?” He grabbed a seat.