Hunter Weak Aura Novels & Stories

“Her pulse is steady, which is good news, but unfortunately, the shock is deep. This wasn’t physical, as I thought earlier. Someone frightened her… terrified her, ensuring she reached this state.” “Frightened how?” I echoed. “By what?” The healer shook her head in pity, acting so strangely it got me even more worried. “Her wolf is trembling as a result of what happened. Something... definitely... someone... attacked her aura to weaken her.” That earned a cold chill that hit me hard in the chest. An aura attack meant supernatural intent—a very dangerous one. I turned back to face Ray. “Start questioning everyone as soon as possible. No one leaves her wing without you getting to the bottom of

Tiny at first, almost imperceptible — the faint scent of ozone, like a storm brewing in miniature. Kael was already beside me before I could blink. Shifting fluidly into his werewolf form, his aura shifted, tightening like coiled steel. Lucian, who I could swear was ignoring me earlier, scanned the grounds, his eyes darting round sharp and calculating, and Auren’s hands twitched slightly at his sides. Harsh whispers filled the field, and several people began to whisper amongst themselves. And I could swear they were all talking about me yet again. Something was wrong. Terrible wrong

Aaron said, not having time to give much thought to it as he popped off several more titanium bullets into the black trunks around him. He wouldn’t have much of a chance to investigate either as Hannah’s voice came over the IAC. “I don’t want to alarm you, Aaron, but I don’t have visuals on Aurora any more. And her IAC is black. She says it’s malfunctioning. Seems... strange to me.” “What?” Aaron repeated, not quite understanding. “Aurora?” Why he needed to know that evaded him for a moment before he remembered the warning he’d given his second during the meeting. “Okay—right. Got it.”

Arthur held very still. "Her blood carries properties that do not exist in any pure-wolf lineage I have ever encountered," Harlen said. "The regenerative quality. The antidote effect. The way it responds to the compound of the plague as though it was designed to counter it — specifically and precisely." He picked up his notebook and opened it to a page dense with small handwriting. "There is only one classification that fits what I am seeing." He looked up. "Aurora is a hybrid." The word landed in the room like a stone dropped from a great height.

Laura pleaded, the fear very evident in her shaky voice now. But Kiara still had her eyes shut tightly. “Help! Help me please, she's having a seizure!” There was nothing else that Laura could do but call for help and soon enough, a herd of other slaves and workers gathered around her. Sicknesses were very rare in the pack house. Werewolves had strong immunity and excellent health due to their healing abilities. So Kiara was like a unicorn. “Don't just stand there! Do something, she's dying!” Laura cried out.

For some reason, I felt like a character in power rangers. “Hera, I need you now.” “Oooh, let us do this.” “Exactly how?” I stopped right there, my hopes and swag dwindling down. I forgot that I was a newbie and I just did that once because I was under threat. “Girl, you are a wolf, tap on your aura. Think of something that will be motivation enough---like--staying alive?”

Elsewhere, Ji Hwan propped his head up with both hands, looking frustrated. After seeing the news about Aura, a headache, migraine, and vertigo immediately attacked him! Seeing the circulating photos and videos, Ji Hwan wasn't sure if Aura could survive this time. It seemed there would be no mercy for his protégé.

“Dm!” Windy felt scared when he had to hunt with Ezra; he involuntarily cursed. Since hunting with Ezra was very risky and laborious, it was not according to standard rules but special training. The prey they caught must not die; it must be alive. The prey they just caught will not be kept but must be released, and they have to track down the prey they have just seen. And that will repeat many times until Ezra stops.

"But someone has done this for a reason and we need to find out that reason." "Well, there is one slight issue." Dagmar interjected. "The block has been weakened." "What do you mean by weakened?" Lucas's eyes narrowed, a darkness filling them that had the whole room shifting uncomfortably. Except for Dagmar. The old crone was a granite force, unmoving as the room seemed to darken with Lucas' mood. Icy blue eyes remained transfixed on the werewolf, hard as ever and sharper than any physical blade. Despite her weathered and worn appearance, Dagmar stood her ground, unfazed and unimpressed.

He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down. And then there was Aaron. He was the same height as Big Jim but looked like a rake beside him, which was crazy. Aaron was broad shouldered, almost three times me across and well defined, though you could never tell just how much until he had his shirt off. His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder.