Hunting Adeline Novels & Stories

The room stilled at the sight of the twin signs of prophecy. Arda reached for Adeline and they embraced. “Is your name Adeline,” Arda asked softly, “or was it given to you by George?” Adeline smiled faintly. “He called me Emily. I attended all my schools as Emily George. He told me my family was gone and that he was assigned to care for me. But I always liked the name Adeline, so I kept it in secret as a nickname — and finally claimed it on my eighteenth birthday after I joined the eastern hunt team.”

"One day Andre had worked on a newly molded shiny silver arrow and had engraved his name Winter which he is so proud of at the end of the arrow. In one of his hunting sprees, he had come across a vicious werewolf who was hell-bent on shortening his life span. In a bid to protect himself, he had to do whatever it takes. Unfortunately, he had nothing on himself except the newly forged arrow. On this particular day, he had no intention of hunting. Had only gone into the woods to get some wild fruits. Making use of the only thing that appears to be sharp enough, he thrusted it into the heart of the werewolf when it came onto him and right in front of him the werewolf let out a loud shriek, colla

Knox's smile returned, tinged with satisfaction at her compliance. "Yes?" he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of triumph. Taking a steadying breath, Adeline slowly resumed her seat, her gaze fixed unwaveringly on Knox. The room seemed to hold its breath, its very air thick with anticipation, as she mustered the strength to begin recounting her haunting tale. Her words, like delicate threads, wove a tapestry of profound loss, relentless survival, and a desperate search for answers that had consumed her every waking moment.

"You're one of us, right?" We heard footsteps approaching the bathroom and she immediately released me. We were standing in front of the mirror when the door opened and a blonde guy walked in. He was Aaron. He stared at us strangely and said, ``I thought i heard something, Miss Wilson." I looked at Cathy who turned to the other side. "Nothing. Get out of here. This isn't the male's bathroom." I yelled and he walked out. I turned and saw Cathy seething in anger. Her eyes had turned light blue and I went into her thoughts. 'Hunters.'

It was during the day when the packhouse would have been busy. Thirdly, she was so flippant about murder. That was not the way that someone would speak about it if they only ever did it once. Fourthly, who the fuck was Lauren anyways? Was she alone, or did she have family here? ‘He thinks you’re onto something. He caught a couple snippets of a man kneeling beside her over a mannequin as he taught her techniques. That changed into her kneeling over a body. A few pack names as well – Pinehurst, Albrook, Shadow Creek, Silvern, and Blue Crest.’

And Diego, a fine specimen of a horse himself, is Morello's idea of evening out the odds so I won't "lose so hopelessly again." "Let's go crush 'em to tiny pieces," Morello roars as Princess neighs and it all joins into a somewhat unsettling chorus. And here, I thought my speech was over the top. The starting pistol goes off and we whip our horses. There come gusts of air hitting my face and racing past us. Rocking and cutting through the wind with the horse in my charge, it all sends the adrenaline rushing. This is the way to live! This is one of the things I've really missed since leaving Morello's estate and moving to Monerco.

He raised his brows in a silent question and then it clicked. Camila! To think it was Adeline…my human mate..who had flashed in my mind at the word girlfriend. Because by right, that was what she was supposed to be to me by now. If she were a werewolf and not human, if she wasn't here for reasons I didn't even want to think about… A wave of guilt clawed inside me. Adeline was innocent…she had just lost her parents, but my dad wanted it this way…to atone, or whatever the fuck he had told me.

rich. ‎" Oh well this is Adeline" my dad smiled at me as the man opposite him turned to me. He looked deep into my eyes I felt small under his gaze. I looked away as I looked down. I could still feel his stare. I heard him hum lightly which made me look up. ‎"This will do" the man said as he stood up and his men followed him out. But my dad stood up and stopped them before they left. ‎"this is my older daughter. The deal was for the youngest" my dad chimed. A what? I was so lost.

“Yep,” Mane could finally reply to Hildegarde’s comments now that there was no one around. “Wait a minute,” Mane suddenly exclaimed and startled Hildegarde, who almost fell off his shoulder due to his sudden action. “What,” Hildegarde sounded irritated? She flew above Mane with a look of annoyance on her face, obviously from the fact that Mane had robbed her of her favorite ‘couch’. “He said we’d go hunting tomorrow. I was just thinking that it would be a shame to miss a hunt because of that meeting” Mane looked apologetic seeing Hildegarde’s dissatisfied expression. It wasn’t his intention to shrug her off his shoulder.

“This is all your fault!’’ Liv’s mother cried out, looking back at me from the front seat. “You’ve gotten my daughter killed!’’ “Shut up, you bitch! She’s going to be fine! She’s not dead. She can’t be.’’ It was the first time that I saw Olivia’s parents become this hostile with each other. “Don’t talk to me like that!’ Mrs Montey shouted, but all my focus was on Olivia. All the yelling died down in my head, and the only person I could focus on was my wife. I kept my hand pressed down on the wound in her chest, I held a piece of cloth on it, and put as much pressure as possible. I knew more than just first aid. I knew how to take out a bullet. How to fire a weapon, whatever kind of weapons t