Romans & histoires Hunterxhunter Nails

Tears pool in my eyes as the harsh realization of being a slut to a man who's betrothed to another woman dawns upon me. "Cat caught your tongue, bitch." She leans closer and presses her lips in a sinister smile,"Listen to me for your own good, Anna Harris, that's what your name is, right? After all your video is the most watched clip on the internet in recent days. You amaze me, Harris but you can never satisfy an insatiable man like Hunter Storm. He's a beast when it comes to sex, he'll demand you in kinky ways, fuck you without a mercy even if you're dying and throw you out like some contagious rag once you quench his thirst. He has done it milion times before you or me and he won't stop f

But despite the freakish difference between the two, friendship has been made. Hunter doesn't wear tops, he had a lot of bruises as some other werewolf does. His hair was white, its length is near the shoulder, his haircut is pineapple cut despite the length though, and he was shorter than Jacob. Hunter's eyes were clear black, a little bit wider than human's. His lips curved perfectly. "So what do you want me to do?" Hunter asked after a long listening. "Uhm, is it okay if—"

I don't understand his question. "Silver?" "Yes!" A nurse brings the plank and shows it to me. I took it and stares at it with a frown.. aren't these just nails? I wonder. "These nails are coated in silver and they buried so deep in the alpha's back.. if was an average wolf, he'd be dead by now!" I gasp. "Dead?! Does that mean Xander's gonna die?!" We're not married yet and I'm already gonna be a window? "Luna, I said if it's an average wolf he'd be dead.. but the alpha prince is far more stronger, these tiny pieces of nails coated in silver won't affect him!"

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

I looked at Damien as my lips curved into a smile. I quickly transformed into my wolf's form as the seer emerged further to perform the rituals. I cut my left palm open and allowed the blood flow freely from my hands down to the locks of the chest. Silence spread throughout the crowd, and if a single pin had dropped at that moment, it would've been loud enough for everyone to hear. The chest immediately made a sharp cracking sound and a rabbled sound came from the crowd as the chest immediately cracked open. Jubilation broke out in the crowd at the sight of the chest opening and revealing the crescent jewel. Damien instantly made a move to come forward but was quickly held back by Luna Morga

After a brutal exchange, the man lay sprawled on the ground, defeated. Hunter’s gaze shifted to a nearby table, where he spotted a nail gun. He grabbed it and turned back to the man. “What are you gonna do?” the man stammered as Hunter aimed the nail gun at him. “The problem isn’t your brain. It’s this,” Hunter said coldly, firing the nail gun at the man’s most sensitive area. The man screamed in agony, his cries echoing through the studio. Hunter tossed the nail gun aside and punched the man repeatedly.

The overhead light in the bathroom detonates in my skull, but I shove the switch anyway. For a second, all I see is pain—my own face blurred, white, drenched in sweat, lips parted around another gasp. Then, the details slam into focus. My nails. They’re longer. Not full claws, but not human. The tips are thicker, curved slightly, pale but edged in darker keratin, like something half‑grown. I stare, chest heaving, then jerk my hand back like it belongs to someone else. My gums ache. My teeth throb.

Yet something about the thought set me on fire as his breath fanned my throbbing dick. And his mouth taking my cock's head into his mouth didn't help me in any way. If anything, it disoriented me. My hand on his shoulders tightened, my nails digging right into the flesh of his back. “Arghh,” I groaned as his lips hollowed out around me—tight, wet, stimulating. He would drive me mad. Soon. My nails buried themselves deeper, and I was sure by now it had drawn blood. I guessed he liked that—the feel of my nails burying itself into his flesh—because he repeated the action, slowly, deliberately.

They’re using moon magic to send it back and forth. One of them notices me watching. “You want to play?” he asks. I’m surprised by how friendly and welcoming his tone is. “That’s okay,” I say. “I don’t really know how.” “You’re the one Wilder brought back, right?” the guy says. I nod. “I’m Hax,” he says. “Milo.” “Good to meet you.” It’s like he doesn't even care that I’m a hybrid. Or maybe he doesn’t know. Maybe Wilder and the High Sorcerer aren’t spreading that part around just yet. It would make sense. I’d probably keep it quiet if I was in their position.

Ronan asked. The man flinched, just slightly, but it was enough. I saw it in his eyes—the moment he knew we’d caught on. I bent down, grabbing his hand and turning it to the side, exposing the faint mark etched into his skin. My growl rumbled in my throat. "He's a hunter." "Fuck," he hissed, the rope snapping as his claws swiped through the air where I’d just been. He bolted, but he wasn’t fast enough.