Hunterxhunter Wing Novels & Stories

I had only seen Mildred and Garren shift, so this was new. Hunter wasn’t nearly as big as Garren, but he was bigger than Mildred. His scales looked rougher, and he had spikes lining his back along his spine. His talons were longer than the others, and his wings looked like they were tipped with ice shards. “Hunter is the last of his kind,” Mildred said low enough for only me to hear. “He’s beautiful. He looks like he is covered in pieces of ice.” I said in awe. She let out a laugh.

I pushed fast forward until he started speaking again, unable to listen to him struggling to breath. ‘Since fate has decided that you don’t need me anymore…’ I opened my mouth to respond when he continued speaking, ‘No, darling, you don’t. Trust me, you’re ready. I want to tell you some things that you are going to need to know. First thing is first, though, angel, hunting. The bird calls we used to practice each have a different meaning.” A shrill, high energy whistle filled the room and Carson’s ears twitched. “This one calls to the bears. It means you need help.’

The Hunter said as he swung his Silver metal baton back and forth Slowly approaching Daemon who was on the ground breathing hard. “It’s...... not (coughs) over yet” The hunter laughed at his feeble attempt to stand up then dodged a claw from the now awake Gwen, He swung his baton she dodged it neatly but couldn’t dodge the kick that followed which sent her flying to Daemon’s side.

Whiteface grabs the vampire by the throat, presses him hard into the concrete floor, the vampire writhing, trying to break free. The hunter looks to the side with an inviting look, in his left hand the spear is raised up, ready for a fatal blow. Feathers fluttered, pushing off the air, a black raven flew out of the darkness, quickly flapping its wings, sat down next to the hunter, watching the victim. The dust scattered in different directions, disturbed by the air currents created by the black wings of the bird, rising a little, the dust settled around, unable to resist the laws of gravity. The hunter, making sure that the bird sees everything, turned his gaze to the vampire, who had an exp

“You see that launch? Precision strike. That was tactical.” “She’s a war general,” Amaya chimed in, eyes gleaming. “Tactical and fabulous. Look at her, she’s not even winded.” “She has the heart of a lion,” Xenia added solemnly, crouching down to scratch Spitfire under the chin like she hadn’t just gone full feline assassin in defense of our dignity.

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.)

His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder. I flinched as the stick Big Jim held whistled downwards, landing in the space between Aaron's collar bone and neck. My stomach rose to my throat at the sound of the landing thwack. Aaron grunted and faltered back, giving himself a moment to shake the hit off before he took a calculated lunge forward, knocking Big Jim flat on his back. The bigger man's wrist thick rod spilled from his sweaty grip and rolled outside the four markers. Aaron leapt off to the side and crouched behind his opponent, oblivious of t

Nothing felt like enough. “Silas,” I whispered, pressing my hands to his chest. His breathing was shallow, his body too still. The scent of silver mixed with blood was suffocating. The hunters were getting closer. I could see their shadows through the gaps in the trees, hear their low voices cutting through the air. I squeezed my eyes shut, muttering a prayer to anyone who might be listening. A shift in the wind made my breath catch. A familiar voice rang through the air. “Let’s wrap this up! We’ve got enough!” Orin.

THE THIRD DISTRICT REQUESTS AN INVENTORY. Xander walked down the slope of the ridge, his shadow-woven coat brushing the tall grass. He didn't approach the machine with the cautious, defensive stance of an asset facing an active terminal; he simply stood over it, his boot coming down firmly onto the silver wing-case until the lightweight alloy buckled with a clean, metallic crunch.

Nick growled angrily, holding Trent and Dani by their necks. “We wouldn't have done it if you had presented the hunter.” Trent argued, sounding choked, “Moreover, if we have the daughter of the rival Alpha, we can make him tell his pack to stop trespassing.” The rest of Trent and Dani's team, which included four lycanthropes from Nick's pack, slunk away, scared of Nick's wrath. Suddenly, they heard a huge crash and they all looked around to see Maya jumping out of a window, holding Dave. She landed on the ground and ran off into the night.