Hunter Wittebane Novels & Stories

I could envision myself transforming into my wolf and tearing them apart, but I couldn't, not with the Wolfsbane limiting my abilities. "Did you honestly believe you could go searching for answers and we wouldn't find out?" Vera taunted, her voice dripping with triumph. "It was all planned, Hawthorne. I saw how you connected with your butler, and that's why we had to eliminate him. We have eyes and ears everywhere," she stated as she moved closer to the table. I took notice of the wooden walls, quickly deducing that I must have been confined in some sort of hut or similar structure. The faint sound of running water reached my ears, resembling the gentle flow of a nearby stream.

I was ready. I had spent months training for this moment and I was ready. The annual Grand Hunt had finally come for this year. Until now, I couldn’t be a part of the festivities because I was too young. The age for eligibility to participate was 24. This year, it was finally my year. I’d been training since before I even qualified. I would do it; I would win. For my family. I had to. I would restore my family name if it was the last thing I’d do.

"Shown by appointment." John Wilson was the agent's name. "I wonder if he's related to Asshole Wilson? I asked myself. Asshole Wilson was a guy I went to high school with. His actual name was Walter. I have called him Asshole and a few thousand other less than flattering names since I found out it was him that ruined the last month of high school and banished me from California for seven years. Asshole had wanted to take Crystal MacGreggor to the prom. He wanted her for his girlfriend. Problem was she was dating me and had agreed to go to the prom with me.

After her, two other incidents have happened and they are all happening to his spies, home and abroad. Another news had come in about a week ago, when he heard that one of his most trusted scouts, another young wolf named Eric,whom he had stationed as the head of his spies in Europe, had vanished without a trace. Eric was one who easily blended in to any place or situation, yo the point that he was nicknamed ‘Chameleon’. The man could escape almost anything, and swuftky too. The kind you never see coming until they are right behind you. He had sent out search parties, and they had basically combed through the whole city of Amsterdam. He even went ahead to offer a heavy prize money to the sup

“I guess I have to go,” I said quickly. I foolishly took steps at a normal human speed. As a result, Justin managed to stop me again and get in my way. “Are you a wolvire?” Justin asked suddenly. I looked at him confused. “My name is Bara, not Wolvire.” Justin patted his forehead like he was out of mind because of my foolishness. “I mean ‘wolvire’; stands for wolf-vampire.”

he observed. "Shall we wait for Alexander to arrive so he can assist you?" Melo sneered but Mell their another friend chose to ignore him. He slammed the jackhammer he was carrying into the tombstone so hard it began to crack, the surface spider-webbing like shattered glass. He repeated the process for about three times until the surface of the tombstone turned into shards of pieces. He kicked at the pile of debris before his feet, revealing the hidden door. The group behind him smiled as they finally saw the secret hidden door beneath the city. The White Wolf's Clan carefully kept this alternative door for years but now, it had come to an end.

But Wade is of Beta blood, and also, he’s in a berserker mode, so he wasn’t going to go down quickly. “I can handle myself!” Byron shouted. I ignored him and moved in closer as I continued to fire on Wade. “Alpha is calling for everyone to fall back!” Nigel called out. “Let’s move!” He shouted, gesturing for us to retreat. Fuck I was hoping to kill this dumb bastard. But then again, I’ve put enough wolfsbane in him that it just might kill him.

"I'm sorry. I'll go slow." A forty-something man with a Fu Manchu and brown officer's uniform waddled into the barn, favoring one leg. He ran a hand over his thinning brown hair. "I apologize for the delay. The Hendersons decided it was a good idea to plow their minivan into the Garrison's ditch and take out a mailbox in the process." He glanced from Nate to Chris to Amy in Nakos's arms, then finally, Olivia. "Looks like you got it covered."

The younger one, out of annoyance, even made himself a new tattoo - Death to bureaucrats. In general, when Kit finally collected and processed all the necessary documents, Tapi knocked a full six months, he was already sitting on his own, and in his mouth the spoon rang about the first rabbit teeth. Summer and autumn were long gone, and the spirit of Christmas was in the air.

Others stood with the calm confidence of wolves accustomed to taking what they wanted. Alpha Darius Blackthorne remained nearest the platform. He was the host of this year’s Hunt and looked every bit the part. Tall, golden-haired, and dressed in deep blue, he carried none of Ronan’s darkness. His smile was easier. That did not make him safe. A charming predator was still a predator. Cassian remained behind the hunters with the other Betas and advisors. Ronan stood alone. No one seemed willing to stand too close to him. Lyra positioned herself where he would have a clear view of her.