Hunter Series Book Novels & Stories

“But she probably knows where their home base is, and friends her ex was close with. That’d give IT and scouts something to run with.” “Are they still considered your ex if they are dead?” I chuckled. Cody laughed. “I think the murder part constitutes a breakup, personally.” I walked over to one of the bookshelves that surrounded my office. Hunters had been the one topic it had been glaringly difficult to find information on. For the most part, we only had names of key hunters and tactics they used. They were incredibly skillful at running under the radar. Hell, Trevor didn’t even realize a Marsan had been under his nose for weeks.

Fear overtook me as I thought of Dorian, fighting against these hunters. As I read, the hunters were brave, skilled, and often paid a heavy price for their work. But they continued on, driven by a sense of duty and a desire to protect the innocent humans from the horrors that lurked in the shadows. The soft rustle of pages turning the only sound in the stillness. As I delved deeper into the book, I felt my heart race with anticipation, my breath catching in my throat as I followed the hunters on their perilous journeys through the moonlit wilderness.

Including Hunter, there were only four of them while the enemies were nine in number. All the enemies shifted at once as they attacked. Hunter has no choice but to shift as well. With a low growl, he charged at the two werewolves plunging at him. He was able to rip the neck of the first one at the cost of the second werewolf digging his claws into Hunter's waist. Grunting he pierced his canines into the neck of his assaulter and ripped the piece of flesh out as its body fell with a thud. He couldn't scent that other guy who ran off with Silvia anymore.

Thank you all for reading Dawn of the Hunters! As always Include a bonus chapter for the next book. If you could please leave me a review letting me and others know how much you have enjoyed the book I would greatly appreciate it. Below is the first chapter of: All Queens Kings - book 8 the final book in the series. Are you ready for it? To be honest, I'm not sure if I am. Chapter 1 – Through New Eyes LAMIA The night of the blood moon

He sat in the chair next to the small bed. “I will tell you a story.” I fixed my eyes on his. “Around 15 years ago, I was shot. I was dying. I did die. Tim showed Tasha how to help me. He had her give me her blood. It took a moment, but I came back. There is something in your blood that I think might help keep Osprey alive. The same thing that kept me alive when Tasha gave me hers. I will always be grateful that she saved me that day, and if this works, so will he.”

"Let's get those damn trackers out of us." We waited an extra day, just in case more came. The mountain remained eerily quiet, the snow undisturbed except for the tracks we had left behind. By the time the sun began to dip behind the trees, casting long shadows across the frozen ground, we were packing up and heading down. The whole thing felt wrong. Orin. Jade. Werewolf hunters turning into what they hunted? All of it felt off. What was the point of it all? The truck came into view, buried under a layer of snow, and I couldn’t have been happier to see it.

He let out a boisterous laugh, placing a hand over his chest as it bobbed vigorously. “Ok, Kaia. Let’s see what you’re made of.” ***Julian If someone had told me I’d be hunting alongside a large predatorial wolf who tracked the woods faster than I could blink, I would have laughed in their face. She was incredible... fast as she was lethal. Before I knew it, the wolf pounced on a young buck and let out a howl for my attention. Sharpened canines dug into the poor animal’s throat as it thrashed around, letting the blood pour out. The wolf was unfazed as it clenched its jaw, holding a firm grip. Slowly, the legs stopped kicking. And then only a few last twitches before the animal’s eyes glassed

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.

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.

The place was a mess, Vincent couldn't help be impressed at how well Danté drove this donkey of a vehicle, but as a result of that NASCAR stunt everything here was out of its place. He went through drawers and cupboards, checked the glove compartment and window visors, nothing stood out, just an old grandma's RV by all other means. He then noticed something sticking out underneath the rubble, kicking some away he picked up the small black book and opened it. His eyes went wide, a little side scheme Dante had, it wasn't unheard of for hunters to have things like this, the problem was keeping it a secret. Vincent knew of two hunters that got burned for this very same idea, and he didn't want D