Hunter Wittebane Novels & Stories

"That witch!" He rumbled coldly kicking the huge stone causing it to splash into the water. It was because of her he had to take a cab from the hospital earlier. And that bloody driver dropped him on the highway, saying he can't go any further. There were no f*cking signals. He had to walk on his feet for a while before swallowing down his pride and asking for a ride from someone. The man who felt humiliated sitting in a mere cab had to ask for a lift. Such a shame. His Mustang must be very disappointed in him. It was all because of that hazel-eyed witch. He couldn't even shift in that area because of the wolf hunters in the woods.

This was my purpose, this was my strength. "Brax, if you can hear me," I whispered to the wind, "I will avenge you. I will protect them. Our love and your spirit will guide me. We will rise, stronger than ever." As the sun set, painting the sky with hues of gold and crimson, I knew that the journey ahead would be perilous. But with vengeance and love as my children's torches, nothing could stand in my way. This was just the beginning, and the world would soon know the name of Luna Wicken.

he said . "Ok tomorrow it is ." Jack has been driving for hours and have been asking him questions since.Am a little bit scared what if he is taking me back . "Are we getting closer."I asked looking out the window trying to observe the area. "We are almost there so stop been scared."he said with his eyes still focused on the road. We finally arrived at an abandoned warehouse .through the corners of my eyes I saw the pass word he typed in and the door opened. Am really an observant person, during the drive here i already planned my escape route how many guards are at the door and at the main entrance and lastly that movement of the security cameras. Pretty smart, I know.

Santino “ Has Ethan reached out again?” Maximo asks, as usual, he has a Gurkha on his lips. He picked up the hobbit after we left Aurora. At first, I thought it would be a one-time phase, but the action has stuck with him ever since. I don't know why I never bothered to ask him about it. It's not like it has any effect on our health “ No, he hasn't. He went quiet after saying he would track it down. I don't know if he will manage.” I say before I sigh.

She glanced over at Kaileeh, who was staring at Rian. “Is there a lake nearby?” Jillie asked, now looking at me. I nodded. “You didn’t lose it. You just didn’t follow the rain.” “What?” Garret asked. “It was a Wendigo,” she said. “A Wendigo?” Rian asked. “Yep.” “What makes you think that, Doll?” Mason asked.

“Can Miss Wiggles give us a ride?!” Serenya blinked, confused. “Miss… who?” “You know!” he grinned and pointed. “Your horse! Miss Wiggles!” Solana stirred inside her, amused warmth brushing Serenya’s mind. “Oh no,” Cheyenne said with a laugh from her seat. “Tell me he did not just name your ancient spirit guardian Miss Wiggles.” “She finds it endearing,” Serenya replied, face red from trying not to laugh. “You’re going to have to tell her that name is canon now. No takesies backsies.”

As they got to the gate it was drawn open from the inside, almost like someone’s been watching them walk towards it. They walked into the hall. A large space filled with quite a number of wolves. Their uniforms were all black and each one had a tattoo on their right arm. The walls stretched so high into the sky. The training site was filled with all manners of weapons: razors, swords, blades and so many others that Aria had never seen.

overrides the prefrontal cortex’s capacity for high-level logic. ​Arthur Vane, the lead negotiator for the rival Northern Alliance, was a man who had built a career on smelling weakness in others. He sat across from Damon, tapping a gold pen against a copy of the Meridian Acquisition Treaty. Vane was human, but he was backed by Kellen’s money, and he was currently looking for a way to puncture the Rourke armor.

It was a small county located at the base of Millionth Mountain. A thirty-year-old man was loading bags of cement into a truck at a construction site in Longstream. He was drenched in sweat and his clothes were covered in cement dust, yet he worked tirelessly. Upon closer inspection, one would notice that the man had only one arm. His other arm had been amputated. This man’s name was Curtis Wunder, codename— Wolfsbane.

It never was. The pack was bigger than I’d noticed before—when I first came to save Riley. Back then, I hadn’t paid attention to much beyond finding him. Now, though, I couldn’t ignore how big it was, almost like a small town in itself. Over five hundred wolves. Ronan sniffled beside me, and I turned to him, frowning. “You good?” I asked, my gaze drifting over the puffed blue jacket that swallowed most of his frame. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, his face half-hidden beneath the fabric.