Hunter X Emira Novels & Stories

For the last time, our gaze meets as I heard his voice inside my head. 'I'm not a fox, Emery. I am a Kitsune, and I am the Guardian of the Terra.'

she held my hand and look at me “ Professor Lukas is an alpha of this pack and also the owner of the school. He has never been with any female from what I heard and from the way you explain your ordeal with him. It shows you are his mate” She said and I shake my head “ No no it can't be, a murderer can't be my mate. He is the one that killed my father. It can't be” tears roll down my eyes and Mel came to clean it up

“Honey, Emily likes race cars the most. If you’re buying one for Xyla, could you also buy one for Emily? Perhaps she might feel better if she saw the car. What do you think?” May Conner asked. “Okay…” Jeremy Quest nodded decisively. May then smiled satisfactorily before resting her head against Jeremy’s shoulder and hugging him tightly around the waist. *** As soon as Emily Quest arrived by the entrance, she could see Tom Sullivan’s Bentley parked right in front.

he said, and I looked at him, surprised. "Yep, I tested her, and she passed. She is John Hunter's daughter, alright. Her brain is like her father's brain. Her memory is unbeatable." He confirmed. "How?" I asked. "She read and summarised six hunter's grimoires in two days. She can tell you everything about eliminating werewolves, vampires, and witches. Her assimilation skill is very high. Are you sure you want me to train her because once that dam is opened, there will be no shutting it?" He said, and I stared at him, thinking, how could a human being read and summarise six grimoires in two days? I was proud of Karen.

Instead, they’d probably thank him for lessening their exponentially growing population. “Enough about her,” he said, but before he could jeer their topic on the purpose of his visit, Hunter just had to interrupt and ask the one thing he didn’t want to know at this moment. Knowing it would label her, give her identification, which he neither needed nor wanted. His beast was already snarling at him for indirectly rejecting their mate, and for the harsh comments. “What’s her name?” Hunter asked. Henry kept quiet for a few seconds. “Emma,” he said. “Emma Dheros.”

This time the car was different from the one they traveled to his territory with, this time it was a Porsche 918 Spyder. Chris got behind the steering wheel, while Jeremy and Lena sat behind. Lena laid her head on Jeremys chest. “Where is Kenneth?.” Lena asked as she looked up at Jeremy. Her blue eyes were filled with tears, it was obvious she was holding back. Jeremy had no idea how the words of Camille affected her until he looked deep into her eyes. His beast got angry at his human side which held him back making him unable to not kill the werewolf instantly.

the teenager raised his head, and his gaze intently locked onto her. Emma felt a shiver of fear, and her actions were indeed as he described. Without killing, one would be killed. She didn’t have time for mourning, perhaps when she saw the miserable appearance of Luna Meria’s daughter because of Luna Meria, she saw a glimpse of Omega Lanka. She looked down and said, “You’re absolutely right...”

"Mayor Holloway, This is Alpha One, entrance. I need to confirm your niece Fayle for entry. That's correct. Black hair, purple eyes. Twin? One moment sir." "The name and location of your twin?" "Lillith Juniper. She's still outside. Not Taken." He nodded. "The name is correct Sir. Location is outside but safe. Yes Sir, one moment." "He asked about your mother," The officer said, his frustration growing with the length of the conversation. It was holding up his line of vehicles. "Tell him she is beautiful as always in her glass chamber." "Her mother is beautiful as always in her glass chamber. Yes Sir. Thank you for the confirmation, I'll send her over now."

AMEIRA is on her way to the convenience store where she works. Everything you need for your home is already there, such as food, materials, and paint. Her hands were in her pockets as she headed to work. She wore a long black cloak, which she used to wear so that she would not be recognized. Maybe she didn't want anyone to recognize her identity because her beauty undeniably grabs attention, she doesn't know why.

A spectator to a sacred ceremony she hadn’t been ordained into. Now, watching him kneel before the ghost of Christmases past, the old insecurity twisted in her gut, cold and familiar. You are the intermission. Not the main event. “Daddy?” Emma’s voice, small and tentative, came from the hall. She appeared in her pyjamas, her favourite dinosaur trailing from one hand. “Can we put Mummy’s angel on now?” Marcus blinked, as if surfacing from deep water. He looked from the angel in his hand to Emma’s expectant face, then his eyes found Keira’s in the doorway. In them, she saw a silent plea. Help me.