Novel & Cerita Hunter X Greed Island

I nodded to Xavier, he had every right to hate me, and if that made him feel better, then I would take it. I closed my eyes as he raised the knife and waited for him to plunge it deep into my chest. To be continued… (This book is a Duet, the Hunter and The Hunted. The Hunted i still being written, please see my website for more information. It is on my to be written list after I finish my final revisions of my main series and the spin off completion.)

"Let's get those damn trackers out of us." We waited an extra day, just in case more came. The mountain remained eerily quiet, the snow undisturbed except for the tracks we had left behind. By the time the sun began to dip behind the trees, casting long shadows across the frozen ground, we were packing up and heading down. The whole thing felt wrong. Orin. Jade. Werewolf hunters turning into what they hunted? All of it felt off. What was the point of it all? The truck came into view, buried under a layer of snow, and I couldn’t have been happier to see it.

Another tent had wares set up on tables, they sold stones and gems set in amulets to fix any ailment from warding off evil spirits to keeping your mother-in-law from visiting too often. "Oh, love, wouldn't you rather wait for the surprise?" Richard asked as his eyes twinkled in merriment. He was getting as much joy out of this Hunt as his daughter was so far. "Yes!" Izzy agreed, "Don't tell me! No matter how much I beg!" She said determinedly, as she thought about how much she loved the excitement of the Hunt so far. She would never have another Hunt since her mate was here. She wasn't the type to outsmart and outrun a warrior, no matter what tribe they were from, so she knew she would be ca

Mariana explained with a heavy sigh. “A hunter bitch left a trap in the old mall the clan lives in? And you said this was over a month ago? She wouldn’t happen to have been an Egyptian bitch?” I asked, my sister, having my full attention. And given that Khalid was in my space, the call had his too. “Exactly. And Adio scumbag.” Mariana snorted. I want to tell her that Adio hunters aren’t all scum, but Khalid seems to be the only exception. I don’t count his sister. She’s a werewolf hybrid, not a hunter.

Moments later, The frantic bustle of the armory faded into a low hum as the pack prepared for the jump. In the quiet observatory at the highest point of the castle, the air was cold, smelling of rain and ancient stone. Xander stood by the narrow window, his silhouette framed by the encroaching fog of the Santa Cruz Mountains. Below, the valley was a sea of shimmering, artificial lights, but from this height, he could see the "Hush" manifest as a physical haze—a grey, static-filled veil that was slowly swallowing the world.

“But could there really be magic here?” She shook her head quickly, dismissing the thought. “Focus, Narsha. Focus.” Meanwhile, deep within the island, among the slippery rocks and broken pieces of conch shells, Dexter stopped. The smell of iron stung his nose. In front of him stood a black wolf, its fur disheveled, its mouth smeared with fresh blood. Its eyes glowed red, staring directly at Dexter. It didn't move, only growling low, its breath heavy and steaming in the cold air.

The Vice Admiral thought the case tied into Hunter’s earlier work involving the Iron Maiden and a band of pirates. Months ago, Hunter had been sent undercover to an island suspected of being the pirates’ lair. It turned out to be much more than that. The island, dubbed “Death Island,” was actually a ruthless training ground for assassins known as Shadows. These weren’t just any assassins—they were elite martial artists. Hunter had unearthed their connection to the Iron Maiden back then, but now it seemed there was more to the story. The photos Vice Admiral shared in the meeting showed the victims’ wrists, each marked with Grim Reaper tattoos—a clear signature of the Shadows. Vice Admiral had

, she giggled. A half-crazed man barreled into the kitchen and came to a halt whipping his head around until his golden eyes landed on Ophelia. She was standing there giggling and his eyes switched to brown. I couldn't believe what I saw. I tried to figure out why his eyes would change colors. Rainn read my mind, "My love, you remember Jamison, don't you?" I nodded my head, still staring at him. "Why did his eyes change from gold to brown?" Rainn laughed a little, "Well I wanted to explain everything to you before everyone came back but Liam and I are the only hunters in the group that were human before our transition. Jamison over there is a bear shifter and, like Ophelia explained, she's a

“Let’s skip the formalities, shall we? Just call me Jones. Everyone else does.” I nodded my head again, but didn’t say anything. He waited for me to speak for a moment and then he gestured to the inner office. “Shall we?” I followed him in and took a seat. He slid a very thick folder over to me. “You will find all the information I have in here. The pack is located in the Munshore Valley which is over the mountain over there.” He waved his hands towards the north. I would have to ask the driver to point it out to me.

My retaliation was a public humiliation in front of the entire university that Gary could not simply ignore. The game of humiliation he had carefully planned had turned into a public judgment of him and his lackeys. It broke the last of his restraint and made him go mad. He dropped the civility and stopped testing the waters. That night, the app posted an unprecedented "Ultimate Hunting" Quest. The title was crimson red. [Ultimate Hunting Quest. Capture Sinead alive and take her to the abandoned classroom building in the north.]