Hunterxhunter Books Novels & Stories

I dropped to my knees beside the bed, grabbed the edge of the bare mattress, and inhaled deeply. The scent was thick on the fabric, crisp and bright. "Theodore," I rasped, my fingers digging into the worn fabric of the mattress until my knuckles turned white. I stood up and scanned the floor around the bed. Near the splintered doorframe, my boot kicked a small piece of plastic. I bent down and picked up the peel-off backing of a medical scent patch. Next to it, dried into the wood, was a thin smear of fresh blood. His patch had been ripped off. His scent was floating out into the open air of a district crawling with people who didn't care about the laws. I jammed the plastic into my pocket,

I picked up a stick and poked at the fire, causing the flames to jump up. “Finally, you are alone.” I heard Prince Dagon say, before going quiet, “Still not going to talk, huh? You really are a stubborn bride.” “I am not your fucken bride.” I thought back. “Remains to be said, do you think I could really control anyone with just one bite?” He laughed. “For me to be able to control someone who was not my bride, they would need to drink my blood as well, and you say you are a vampire hunter.”

I hear Ralph asking the paramedics witch broth him here. "A car crash, he had a female passenger as well she is badly injured. She is on the way to you with a second ambulance." When I heard that, I knew that Hunter is Hunter. Nothing changed after I left. Probably he was coming from a party like usual, where he will pick up a lady and go to one of his many apartments or houses through the city or better through the countries. He used to do this a lot. He will not be home with me for more than one hour. He was most of the time gone, and I did not hear anything from him for days. It was his pattern and habit. But I think now it was too far. His life was in danger now, and besides the paparazz

He will find out where she lives and then will come for me. Abby kisses me on the cheek, reassuring me that she will sort it out. She was forever fixing my problems. Making unwanted things go away. I still didn’t know how she did it. All I knew is that she wasn’t human and she wasn’t a wolf. Her car speeds down the driveway and I wait until I can no longer hear the engine. Grabbing my dagger, I pull my coat up around me, hiding the dagger in the inner pocket. I wasn’t going after Abby, that would be stupid. I was heading to the place where those girls were killed.

She should've had her guard up, but she was too freaked out from reading about Garin's mom. The younger shifters had told scary stories around the campfires about a blue-eyed demon who killed unwary wolves in a very particular way. They named her The Huntress. To this day, that name sent spikes of ice down Willow's spine. The Huntress was said to kill her victims slowly, using blades instead of bullets or arrows.

in a tone that indicated she knew it wasn't but had decided to protect his feelings, which she'd apparently also gotten from me. Hunter was reading Knox a book about wolves. Not a children's book — an actual naturalist's guide that Hunter had gotten from the library and which I was fairly certain he was only partially reading and was mostly studying the diagrams. Knox was listening with the same focused attention he gave everything that came from Hunter, and Hunter kept pausing to check that Knox was still listening and Knox kept making sounds that confirmed he was. I stood at the counter with my coffee and tried to remember what the mornings had looked like before this.

Anna Harris Hunter is a mafia! He isn't just in it, he runs one of the most infamous mafia organization. He told me about it so calmly like it was a piece article on environmental issues in a newspaper. I had spent the whole afternoon and most of the evening thinking about the shit that have been running around me. My Dad, my ex-boyfriend and Hunter, they're all a part of this swamp, a nightmarish thought for me.

“ I found out a few things that are a bit odd and concerning. It turns out the pack they are registering is called Ash Wood and has many supernaturals not just Werewolves. They also have many Spell-casters, Vampires and even have Hunters in their so called pack!” I jumped up from my chair in a rage, “What? Not only do they not care one bit about letting other supernaturals join them! They even have the fucking audacity to let in Hunters? Those Jerk-Offs are nothing but self righteous murderers! Any supernatural who considers any of their ilk a friend is simply a traitor!” When I had only been two years old my mother had been brutally killed by Hunters from The Order of Orion. It was thanks t

He was sure it was her who informed Alonso about this then why the f*ck she was protecting Emma? Hunter was dealing with two wolves ahead of him when he heard a growl from behind and he tensed knowing he couldn't dodge this attack and it might be lethal. Claws pierced his back but before more damage could be done. He heard the wolf's bones cracking as the dead body dropped to the floor and the claws were gone. At the same time, the screeching noise of cars was heard and Hunter knew Draken had arrived. After that, everything was in a blur of frenzy. There were men all over the place. Mass chaos surrounded them.

“I'm ready. You can't afford any mistakes.” “I will do my task efficiently. Be rest assured.” As they re-enter the store, Damon notices Hunter making purchases of a book with an explicit cover and an aphrodisiac drug. He frowns, suspecting there might be more to Hunter's actions than meets the eye. Tobias follows his penetrating gaze again, and he asks curiously. “Are you acquainted with that Hybrid?” “Yes,” Damon replies in a brief tone. As they observe Hunter making his way out, the Alpha’s sixth sense tells him something is wrong, so he decides to trail him to uncover any hidden motives behind his peculiar choices.