Hunter X Luz Novels & Stories

’ Arthur told Adrian and the latter backed off and attacked some hydras. Luziah, whose element was trees, quickly made some branches appear and he sent them to capture the white lycan who didn’t waste any time in shredding the branches off his body. If the protector thought he was really going to defeat him by using trees then he had a lot to learn about why he was the king of the supernatural world. The lycan jumped and Luziah rose up in the air to avoid the claws of the white lycan while he continued to send vines to hold Arthur down, all of which the white lycan continued to tear through.

The creature’s deafening roar echoed through the shattered clearing, its monstrous form writhing as it lunged at Lena once more. But Lena stood firm, her mother’s warmth still coursing through her. The light within her had become more than a force, it was an extension of her will, a bond forged from sacrifice and love. Kaden and Lucan flanked her, their weapons ready, but it was Lena who raised her hand once again. A brilliant light erupted from her palm, this time encompassing not just the creature but the dark fissures that had opened around them.

I rolled, came up on one knee, and sent a blast of energy from my palm—pure light, forged from every dream he had tried to corrupt, every memory he had tried to twist. The creature shrieked, recoiling as the light struck its center, the darkness writhing and twisting violently. Morpheus didn’t look surprised. No, he looked delighted. “Oh,” he breathed, eyes gleaming, “You’ve gotten stronger. This will be so much more fun, Luxiana.” I rose to my feet, the light in my hands glowing brighter, and for the first time since entering the building, I smiled—not out of joy, but out of defiance.

As the first light of dawn peeked through, I saw Samuel. He was gone, turned into a ghost. His stubborn spirit had somehow tied me down too, like invisible chains I could not break. I wanted to get away, never to see him again, but I was stuck. He noticed me as well. His face, which had been ashen, suddenly lit up with an incredible glow. He blinked, tears streaming down his face. "Yocelyn!" He was so overwhelmed, moving to grab my hand.

They were hesitant, but slowly moved to let me take a look at her. Her lips were cracked but her hair was still neat. Her clothes had stains of Blood. It was a horrifying sight. And I suddenly broke down, not caring the pack members are looking at me. "Annabel...ANNABEL!" I cried. The 6 pack members shifted to their wolves and bowed to their Luna. I knew. I knew they needed to howl. "No. Don't. Stop! Don't!" I said in a hurry. They stopped in their tracks. They need to know Diana. They need to know Luna is dead. They mind-linked.

This light shines in my eyes and I fall to the ground in the dream, then wake up in a shock. I get out of hiding to find some more firewood, run into a darkness hunter normal I know how to deal with, but the same light shows up. The blue green light shows up and the darkness can't be seen in light of anything form or see the darkness hunter in it form. I was shocked at what I saw and to find out that the darkness hunters have no weakness but the darkness only one weakness that they don't want anyone to know about. Is this what Mr. White found out and why he was killed but when the darkness hunter saw this light come from me, all the darkness hunters shocked me again. The darkness hunter hand

Hunter growled out, putting much emphasis on each word especially the last. Zane raised his eyebrow and took a step forward but a huge bundle of glowing yellow light blasted from Hunter’s right hand, almost hitting Zane right in the face had he not cast a protective barrier around him. “Interesting, indeed,” he smiles. “Sorry but you’re not the first man to confess to me. You should know I only like girls,” Hunter smirked and I knew he was teasing him. I rolled my eyes. Is he seriously making a joke at a time like this? I sighed and shook my head before looking back at Zane who is now staring directly at me.

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.)

My wings glowed in the setting sun. Isabell rose above the trees. A dark cloud carried her towards me. Her hands came at me with clawed fingers. Lighting shot from her hands. I dipped and dived as I tried to avoid it, but failed. The lightning struck me in the shoulder. I went tumbling down. Runes spun about in my mind. It was the way Kira thought, with pictures. Lanie was way more straight-forward, but the two parts of me worked together until it felt like instinct. I lifted my hands to my sides and pressed pink light out of them. My descent slowed until I soared upward as I remade my pink wings. The lighting through my shoulder ached. I laced it with pink light, tying to stich the tissue y

Her hair looks greasy, but her eyes are sanguine, like snakes. “Please, make yourselves comfortable.” She then pointed to the chairs beside the black table. The entire cabin looks neat, but all the things inside are too dark, making it look dim and creepy. Both of us sat down and waited for her to talk. She was holding a golden cup that brought light into the cabin. “So, a sanguis.” Alarick nodded, but I dropped my mouth with what she said. “She knows stuff,” Alarick whispered. “I wanted to know how I became like this. I was born and raised -”