Hunter Series Book Novels & Stories

When I awoke, it was dark outside, and I could hear people talking. “You should’ve stopped the interrogation; you could’ve killed her.” Sáta yelled at someone. “She told me not to, she knows how important our mission is.” General Abtez retorted. I sat up, looking at my blankets. Blood was everywhere, groaning I stood and headed outside. “Why is there a Berserker in my camp?” I asked Thana as Sáta and General Abtez jumped, turning to look at me.

Hunter checked his time. 11:24. His flight was at 14:00 hours. He had prepared everything and had packed all his gear. Leaving the country was not on his wishlist but there was nothing he could have done, that was his only way to stay alive. He didn’t expect Hilary to betray him like that. Trust, for him, was a big word but he relied on her. He knew she could deliver but along the way, love happened to her. It was the same love that got her killed. Hunter didn’t have any regrets on Hilary’s murder. Killing had become a hobby for him.

Quillion asks. Vesper sneered as she crossed her arms, “The bigger question is how sure are we that he could be trusted?” She pointed out while staring intently at Quillion. “We are at 90% sure about the Hunters as the evidence suggests their involvement. Someone made a mistake and used The Book of Sacrifices. An old book to derail everything not knowing that it will point us in the right direction as it was once owned by the Black Order. Whoever is behind the killings didn't know about the origin of the book and that's our advantage.” Velmont explains.

If he said he saw a dire wolf, the same hooded female, then… "Where is she now?" He knew. "The library," Hunter replied. I nodded. Started to walk away, then paused, turning slightly to face Hunter. "Thank you," I said, my voice softer than usual. "You should rest up. You've done enough already." With that, I left the study. ——— I pushed open the library door, my eyes immediately finding her. She was scrambling to hide something, her movements just a touch too frantic to be casual. In her hands was a book on pack history – a painfully obvious attempt at innocence.

The warm water felt so good, I almost forgot to hurry, but I wanted to be ready to go in case something happened, so I rushed and dried off and got dressed in a clean Hunter outfit. My sister turned her IAC back on as I was putting my wet hair up, so I went ahead and attempted to search Hamish’s brain for information about who might be interpreting the book for Holland. It was hard because he knew so many people. He wasn’t thinking about anyone trying to help Holland with anything. In fact, he was cursing the Vampire Queen’s name for abandoning him and putting him in this position to begin with. I couldn’t really blame him there.

Its pages were yellowed and brittle with age, covered in an elegant, spidery script that spoke of centuries of secrets. "This is the Blood Ledger," Finch said, his voice as calm and deep as a forest pool at midnight. He adjusted his gold-rimmed spectacles, his long, slender fingers tracing the embossed, blood-red title on the cover with a historian's reverence. "It is an unsanctioned, unofficial, and utterly terrifying record of the world's most dangerous freelance hunters, assassins, and enforcers. They serve no council, pledge allegiance to no species. Their only loyalties are to coin and carnage."

My stomach dropped. "What?" He nodded. "I hired investigators to find you after you dared to run from me that morning. It took them a week to find you." Something was slamming hard against my rib cage in a really violent way. I knew what it was. My heart. "I found out who you were—Matteo Leone, a twenty three year old bisexual man, living in your father's house like a prisoner." He leaned forward slightly. "I learned everything about you—your urm... useless family, and your situation within hours of funding you."

They stopped before me, the engines coming off one after the other. Henrique Crimson Sparrow took off his helmet, his short strawberry blonde visible under the full moon's light. He had a scar running down his chin. He smiled, stepping off his bike. “You nuts have a death wish, Xavier? Coming here alone?” I smiled back, a cold smile devoid of any humor. “Who says I’m alone?” Henrique Crimson Sparrow looked confused, and looked around the space. Henrique followed my movements with his eyes. Then, the forest came to life.

I could only hope that, by the time the rescue team arrived, I would have figured out how to explain the one thing I could never take back. The first sound was faint, like metal striking stone. Then came the rumble. I shot to my feet, every muscle in my body tensing as muffled voices echoed beyond the blocked entrance. Chunks of rock shifted. Light spilled into the cave in thin, brilliant shafts before the opening widened enough for a single figure to squeeze through. Officer Brynn. He stepped into the cavern, his helmet light sweeping across the darkness until it landed on us. His expression changed, confusion, realization, then shock all ran across his face in the fraction of a second. For

Being a girl bounty hunter had advantages, and people often underestimated me, which worked to my benefit. After locking my apartment door behind me, I trailed my fingers along the wall until I found the light switch. “Honey, I’m home!” I called out humorously into the space, trying to lighten my mood. I lived alone in a small bachelor pad where the living room, kitchen, and bedroom were all in one area. My Murphy bed, which was neatly made, doubled as a library and storage unit when folded up. I had a few books on it, including a crime novel I read during sleepless nights.