Hunter Wittebane Novels & Stories

too powerful like they possessed something with undefined hypnotic pull. "She's been listening outside for a while now. She's beautiful." The gray-haired guy said while smiling at me with ease. "Dastan, do you think Zen will like him? That one is artistic. She has small breasts. Our brother is a boobs material." My mouth fell open at what the woman said. I suddenly had the urge to cover my chest. How dare her? But that woman just blurted out the words like it wasn't as scandalous for a virgin's ears. In fact, he just turned on the fan and fanned himself.

"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.”

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.

I made a list of the eight, each assigning them to one person. Caden Winnow, Alpha of the Winnow pack Bane Fangworth, Marcel’s father and former Alpha of Fangworth pack Fenrir of the Night, Alpha of Night pack Ragnar Blackclaw, Alpha of Claw pack Lykos Bloodrose. Alpha of the Bloodrose pack Grim, Alpha of the Midnight pack Zayne Wilde, Alpha of the Wilde pack Alaric Wolfsage, Alpha of the Wolf Sage pack I handed each name to the eight assassins. “The last person is Hayden Storm, the Alpha of the storm pack but I will handle that personally,” I told them.

“’Why does it hurt so much! Why do you have wolfsbane in you?’ What is he talking about?” “Oh, that’s nothing,” I grabbed my phone back from her. “She put her hands on her hips. “It’s obviously not nothing. Why did he think you had wolfsbane in you? Did you actually…?” “It’s not a big deal,” I replied. “I’m fine now.” “Dude! Wolfsbane? Wolfsbane!” She raised her voice. “You mean the only poison known to kill werewolves? The shit that’s a death sentence if any pack member’s found in possession of it?”