Novel & Cerita Hunterxhunter Dark Continent

Shadowed figures watching from behind trees. And eyes— red, empty, ravenous. Raine jolted back, gasping. Damon was at her side instantly. “What did you see?” She swallowed hard. “Hunters. Not human ones.” Lucian swore softly. “Shadow Hunters.” Kael’s expression turned lethal. “No. Those creatures haven’t been seen in decades.” “Because the Council controlled them,” Damon said darkly. “If they’ve escaped—or been released—” Raine pressed a hand to her forehead, shaking.

This day will be remembered as one of the best Hunter Games since the late King's era. 'Ladies and gentlemen, the final hour is here, and only three contenders remain for the last round. Get ready because I'm sure we're in for a big surprise as the Hunters compete for the Moon trophy. Listen carefully, Hunters. Your last challenge is to take the orb shaped like a full moon. You'll find it hidden in a chest, guarded by the scariest monster Damaris has ever faced. The Eldritch Chimera!'

They stopped before me, the engines coming off one after the other. Henrique Crimson Sparrow took off his helmet, his short strawberry blonde visible under the full moon's light. He had a scar running down his chin. He smiled, stepping off his bike. “You nuts have a death wish, Xavier? Coming here alone?” I smiled back, a cold smile devoid of any humor. “Who says I’m alone?” Henrique Crimson Sparrow looked confused, and looked around the space. Henrique followed my movements with his eyes. Then, the forest came to life.

The cracks stretched higher into the night sky. Far beyond the clearing. Far beyond the territory. Whatever was happening no longer belonged to this forest alone. It was becoming something much larger. Something impossible to contain. The lead hunter suddenly smiled. The sight froze everyone. Because moments earlier he had looked terrified. Now excitement burned in his eyes. Pure devotion. Pure madness. "It's happening." Selene looked horrified. "You fool." The hunter laughed. The sound echoed unnaturally across the clearing. "You still don't understand." He raised both arms toward the sky. Toward the spreading fractures. Toward the darkness.

He had dark hair that fell over his forehead, and a jawline sharp enough to cut glass. Hunter. Every wolf knew who Hunter was. He was a Beta, technically, but he had been exiled from the Silver Moon pack years ago for nearly killing an Alpha who disrespected his brother. He was dangerous. He was lethal. And he was currently living in the Shadowlands, a place decent wolves didn't go. But that wasn't what stopped my heart. It was what he was doing. On his laptop screen, the video was playing. My video. The one from the ballroom. The humiliating footage of me touching myself, followed by the even more humiliating footage of Jaxson rejecting me.

~Eve’s Point of View~ We had been out at the Jackson ranch through Christmas, and it was certainly a much more different Christmas than I would have imagined a month ago. I also wasn't thrilled to have my ankle in a cast but I was dealing with it. There was still total radio silence on Haven and her brother, but Derek still had everyone possible trying to track them down. At last count, his hackers were able to recover about $39 million of the ransom, which we all thought was pretty remarkable.

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.

He didn't appear to be upset to be joining his mate at all. Of the more than 3,000 omegas that had started The Hunt, only 243 were still unclaimed. That night, 243 Hunters returned to the castle and planned the next phase of their attack. Because, at this point in the game, their animalistic nature could do nothing less than attack.

He never had and somehow, he maintained his sanity. I listen to him continue his words. "It will always be at the back of the Hunter's mind that we are here to hurt them. And more also, you know other hunters, like the ones in Antarctica, Asia and North America...since they didn't allow our specie to live freely in their continent, trust me, others would look weak if they try to allow us to have that chance. I can say that's what that fucker Cole Hunter is feeling, and that's why he wants us back into our abode." Hillary finishes explaining and as much as I want to try to change his words, deep down, I cannot, because I know it is the truth.

I hollered as I shifted to hunt down the bastards. Carson quickly caught the first two and eliminated them. The stupid assholes had thought coming back together half a mile from the clearing was going to help them. We crept through the forest silently, searching for the last rogue. We scouted the forest for hours and had just picked up its scent when a frantic call echoed through the forest. We froze misstep, trying to pick it up again if it was uttered again. Moments later a low-pitched bird call followed by a rapid, stressful one. Fuck. We looked around anxiously. ‘Falcon, hunters are here. What do we do?’