Hunter Wittebane Novels & Stories

Barnaby trembled as he replied, "Captain, you're being too modest. Back when you dominated Chetvine and commanded respect in the military, I was still crawling around under the previous director, learning the ropes." Andrew chuckled. "Funny. I remember you weren't crawling under anyone… You were more like an insect that no one noticed." Barnaby nodded furiously. "Yes, yes, exactly! A bug, one so lowly you wouldn't even bother to look at." Dante had a hot temper and could not stand watching any longer. "Mr. Hale, you represent one of Chetvine's three major special forces, the Special Ops! Who is this punk? How dare he make you kneel before him? You should get up. We don't need to take him ser

he exclaimed in shock. Blaze beamed at him. “You know me?” “Of course! It’s only natural that I know you, sir. Your name is known by all the antique aficionados in this city!” Waine replied with a trace of flattery. Waine had not devoted himself to studying the nitty-gritty of antiques and their appraisal, but he knew all the names in the business anyways. The man standing before him, Blaze Hunt, was one such person—he was one of the more famous figures in the field and had quite a lot of experience appraising many of these antiques. To hobbyists like Waine, Blaze was like a celebrity.

Brian's POV. I have lost count since Wilson had injured my Millie and had vanished. But as far as I could tell hew as no where near the castle. And I was running low on human meat. I needed more. I would have to go hunting. I would have to leave Millie alone for a while but not for long. I got dressed since it was still snowing outside. I tucked Millie into bed and locked the door so she could be safe. She hasn't been feeling well but her leg was getting better. So I kissed on her on the forehead and headed out to hunt with my gun. I walked for a while before seeing ome human tracks in the snow. With my gun ready at hand I followed them. Before finding a man who was just wondering aroudn in

WOLF HUNTING GONE WRONG Darby Miller and his team of skilled animal trackers were on the hunt for one of the rare mutant wolves. The only one recorded in history is being held in Wisconsin State Zoo. The rare wolf is the size of a horse and its speed and strength are like no other. There had been a call that another one was running lose and they were hired to find it. They had no intention to kill the wolf, only tranquilize and relocate it to the zoo. On the third day of searching, they came across the wolf. "The beast was unlike anything I'd ever seen! I swear, it was as if it had three bears within one body!" One of Darby's team members had stated. The wolf unleashed his anger onto the tea

one of the nameless warriors told us. “ Not a problem.” Clayton said, handing them our driver’s licenses before continuing. “ I am Alpha Clayton Winters and this is my Beta Nova Winfred we are from the Ash Wood pack. We are here to get our pack registered with the council.” The two warriors gave me an odd look before the second warrior asked, “She’s your Beta? Doesn’t seem like a proper job for a pretty little thing like her if you ask me.” I looked at him with a glare before saying, “ First of all a he has a name and it’s Nova not pretty little thing.Secondly I can assure you my vagina has never gotten in the way of me doing my job. Thirdly no one asked for your opinion.”

Hardie raged angrily. "You got the wrong bait, you used Arlington wrongly." I said, and that's clearly the truth. Arlington wasn't suppose to be His' Bait but someone related to Gareth. "How is..." Hardie choked on his words, unsure of what to say. "I defiled her, Lincoln. For the past few weeks, I've been mol*sting her." I was n't surprised though cause I know that was his plan all along, good thing he did not k*ll her.

His expression was unreadable. "Jealous?" I asked. "Maybe a little." I kissed him. "You're the only one I want." "Good." --- Vivian's army came at sunset. They poured over the hills like a flood—hundreds of wolves, their eyes glowing, their teeth bared. At the center, Vivian rode a black horse, her face twisted with hatred. "Lily," she called out. "Come out, and I'll spare the rest." I stepped forward.

And the moment they did, Mona knew. He knew something was wrong. She quickly plastered a smile across her face. "Hey." Kane didn't smile. He walked toward her, pulled out the chair opposite hers, and sat down. "What's wrong, princess?" The sincerity in his voice almost broke her. Mona looked away. "I've been thinking." "About?" She swallowed. "Did you know vanilla comes from the actual butt of an animal?" Kane stared at her. Mona gave him a tiny smile.

Caleb protested, refusing to bring the sandwich to his mouth. But Hunter remained unyielding in his determination. “You want to protect Fierce, don't you? Then prove that you're not involved in this.” I looked at Caleb and added, “You know what Wolf bane is and what its effect is. Eat the sandwich.” Caleb reluctantly took the sandwich, glanced at Hunter with suspicion, and finally took a bite. The ensuing silence was deafening, everyone waiting for Caleb's reaction. However, he immediately spat it out, confirming Hunter's suspicions.

“The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from you, Banabella, whose name I discovered in my dreams. I beg you in the name of your own god, grant me my wish, and avoid being uprooted from the face of the earth.” The second parchment read: “Because you have hidden Banabella in an unidentifiable place, with the intent of deceiving me, I’ll tread upon your bodies and make your kingdom bare like ordinary earth. Till I see Banabella, the people of Muzagah shall not be privileged to take in air into their nostrils before the sun sets tomorrow. Prince Habeb speaks!’