Hunter X Greed Island Novels & Stories

The sound of glass shattering echoed, followed by a low, guttural growl that sent a chill down Sasha’s spine. Ethan shot to his feet, his body tense. “We’re not alone.” Jaxon moved to the window, peering through the cracks in the curtains. His expression darkened. “They’ve found us.” “Who?” Sasha asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “Hunters,” Jaxon growled, his fists clenching. “Armed to the teeth.” Ethan’s eyes gleamed with fury. “They picked the wrong night.” Sasha’s pulse quickened as the sound of boots stomping on gravel reached her ears. Panic clawed at her, but she pushed it aside, focusing on the adrenaline coursing through her veins.

“Who did that to your face?” “It’s best you don’t know. I can’t stay here much longer. I need to go before the cameras hit this area. There are eyes on every inch of this island. The cameras go on a loop. The clock strikes Midnight on his bungalow it starts over. Everything here is designed on Hunter and his father’s company like clockwork.” “The crest in the middle of the island. Do you know about that?” “Yeah, I’ve seen it. It’s not only a family crest but also a sundial. Rebecca is a friend, and she designed the island to be a tribute to Hunter being stuck in the dark for so many years.”

Hunter whispered, too shocked to even growl, looking down her body to see how, in addition to the blood, the knees of her jeans were filthy with mud, as if she had knelt on the ground so she could split someone in half and being painted red in that “What the fuck did you do…?” “Wait, Hunter…” Felix appears running after Corinne, looking calmer than Hunter expected, in front of that scene “I would never have imagined that one day I would say that about a tiger, especially about this girl, but… It's not what it seems.” “Isn’t that what it looks like?” Hunter glanced between the two, his Alpha instinct causing his voice to grow rougher and his fangs to stretch “She's covered in someone else's b

Glaring all around he walked over to his mother while his claws disappeared along with his canines. Emma hugged him as soon as she saw him. Hunter wrapped his arms around her frame comforting her. Hunter glanced at Draken whose vicious eyes met his gaze. Hunter tipped his head asking if anyone was able to escape. Draken shook his head as Hunter helped his mom into his car. Hunter walked over to the dead body that was near the tree. Sitting on his toes he examined it. The bones were crushed and the body was simply a batter of crushed bones and organs in a skin. No way this was done by any werewolf.

Seren had broken all three tonight. She sat cross-legged on the cold stone floor, her pale grey robes pooling around her like spilled water, her dark hair loose and tangled from hours of ritual. The candle she held had burned to a stub, hot wax dripping over her fingers in slow, deliberate trails. She didn't feel it. She was too deep in the seeing-state — that strange liminal space between waking and dreaming where everything tasted of copper and static and things that hadn't happened yet. The visions had been getting worse.

"Come see for yourself. Grandpa wants to meet you, too. We can watch the show while we're there." When we arrived at the Fletcher estate, the mood was heavy. Harrison was sitting at the head of the room with an unpleasant expression, and several older relatives were there as well. Shawn stood in the hall, his face dark as he carried the kind of madness that came from having nothing left to lose. Suzie was behind him, playing the fragile woman. As soon as he saw us, Shawn immediately pointed at me and shouted at Harrison, "Mr. Harrison, the child inside of Nina is mine! I know I can't beat my brother, but that child is mine, and no one can take it away from me!"

a booming roar echoed through the jungle, shaking the very ground beneath them. [Hazard Alert: The Ancient Hunt has begun.] "We're prey," Jaxson finished, his eyes scanning the treeline. "In the Manor, we fought shadows. In the City, we fought code. Here, things have teeth." "And the ground is moving," Willa noticed, her feet sinking into the vibrant green moss. It wasn't moss. The floor of the jungle was a slow-moving bog. The more they stood still, the deeper they sank. "We have to reach the Altar of Truth at the center of the island," Jaxson said, grabbing Willa’s hand. "It’s the only way to trigger the final exit. But the island is sinking into the sea as we speak."

He is standing with his back turned against me, his eyes trained on the other person. I focus on him instead. He looks stunned, his eyes widened, and his lips parted. “That is impossible,” he mutters, shaking his head. “That veil hasn’t been breached in years. Who could have…” “Only one breed,” he drawls. “Hunters.” “Shit!” I didn’t think they were going to figure it out so fast. My breath hitches in my throat when he angles his head a fraction, when everything suddenly stops, as if he can sense me.

I glanced at the hand gripping my arm, frowned, and stepped back, pulling free. “Mr. Anderson, if the car’s broken, you should call a mechanic. Why are you asking me? I don’t fix cars,” I said calmly. “Don’t play dumb! You’re the only one who can control this car!” Noah shouted, his eyes red. “Unlock it now! Mr. Parker is still waiting at the entrance!” “Unlock it?” I smiled and set the box down.

In the same way I couldn’t resist Logan’s scent, I couldn’t resist Hallen’s call either. Hallen steps out of the forest. He was alone, or so it seemed. His red eyes are bright in the darkness. He doesn’t stop, He strides right up in front of the pack. There were hundreds of wolves and he didn’t seem in the slightest bit worried that he could be torn apart. “What a wonderful display of protection!” He smiles at me, avoiding eye contact with anyone else. Growls erupt through the wolves, not one of them moving, when I feel a hand grab mine.