Novel & Cerita Hunting Wives

"It looks like a billionaire ex-husband trying to drag two five-year-olds into a custody circus because he can't stand watching his ex-wife win." The room went quiet. "That's not fair," I said. "Fair doesn't trend, Mr. Blackwood. This does." She turned one of the screens toward me. A photo of Nicholas and Nicole, blurred, climbing into an SUV, with a red banner underneath reading WHO IS PROTECTING THESE CHILDREN FROM THE PRESS? My stomach turned. "Pull it down."

Mary McQueen pulls over in her driveway in Greenvale, New York. It is night time and she has just come back from a job; a hunting job. She has been a hunter for as long as she can remember and she can’t seem to get the thrill out of her system. She left her husband, Frank McQueen, at home with their daughter. The two always seem close and sometimes she gets jealous even though she loves them with all her heart. She has always been grateful to have an understanding husband who never ran away even when he first encountered the world of the supernatural, courtesy of Mary, he still stayed by her side.

{Dominic} Two days passed in the blink of an eye, and soon enough, it was the day of the hunt. The usual pre-wedding hunt was in full swing, with many wolves enjoying themselves and participating in the grand hunt. But mine wasn’t so easy, or fun. I stood at the borders of a forest with a dozen Elders staring straight at me, cloaked in their ceremonial robes and smelling like old wolf musk. This obviously wasn’t your normal hunt. It wasn’t the kind where younger wolves would sprint through pine groves chasing deer and howling for fun before leaping into rivers with their mates. No… this was The Hunt of the Hollow Woods.

Find their mate. Halfway through the orchard, Wyatt already knew that his mate was not there. There was no scent from her. No pheromones. No tingling sensation. No pull. Even if his mate was not here, there would be plenty of maids that would be willing to be his for the night. It was a long-standing unofficial tradition. Any females who had not found their matches by the end of the Hunt would wait at the far end of the course. Unmated couples could hook up for the night and there would be no harm done when they parted ways the following morning.

Hunter ran his fingers through his hair, not caring if his bride found it completely disheveled or not “The sooner we start this ceremony, the sooner it will end.” In silence, still with an expression that would make anyone believe he was about to be sentenced to the gallows, Isabelle made a slight movement with her head towards the two wolves that were guarding the chapel door, but that was enough to make they wrapped their hands around the door handles and began to pull the solid wood doors, gradually revealing the brightness of the sun outside, before Hunter's bride. Now, instead of murmurings and theories about the future, the wolves just held their breath, probably waiting, just like Hu

"Good morning, everyone. It is an honor to coordinate this year's hunt. As you know, safety is paramount. The safe zones have been marked on the maps that will be distributed to the gentlemen shortly." A murmur of anticipation rippled through the small crowd of people, townsfolk that were in attendance and seated under another canopy. The whole setup was ancient, like I was watching a scene out of a historical drama. I exchanged a glance with Annabel, who rolled her eyes dramatically. "It's such bullshit that women are not allowed to participate and that we have to stay behind and 'prepare' for the dinner when there's an entire staff to do that for us," she muttered under her breath.

Admon explained as the rest started to pay attention. “Orel wife is not an animal” Brogan said as Orel shook his head. “She is as fast as a doe, I almost didn’t catch her before she reached the other said of the forest.” “The maidens of the hunt are known as the Does of Dar while the warriors that participate in the hunt are known as the lions of the hunt.” Admon explained as they all started to talk at once asking questions. “Silence, one at a time.” “What does this say about our empire?” Brogan demanded, “Do we have to sacrifice Orel wife in a special ceremony.”

One male stood up and finally three stood, but when the first two saw a smartly dressed wolf at the back stand up, they promptly sat. “That Gerald, we’ll at least he’s aged well.” “I, Gerald Holt Alpha of the Blackwood Wolves, pick up this hunt. April Barra, Beta of the Craven Fang. Your single days are numbered.” His face broke out into a grin of pure pleasure. “Run!” April didn’t respond in words. She ran from a room full of Alpha wolves and other high-ranking wolves. There was no disputing it. A mating hunt in April was called. Thomas wasn’t sure who took the video, but it was all there. Right down to the woman Victoria acting as officiant and doing the entire traditional formalities.

Maria cried out loud her shoulder is shaking and she's tightly gripping my shirt. "Wish you we're my wife too..." We have the right love but at the wrong time.

His voice was guttural, he looked at me and spoke the words that sent chills through me, “Bride.” “Fuck that.” I yelled at him before I turned and ran. My team can come after him, I knew how possessive vampires were with their brides and I was a hunter for crying out loud. No way would he catch me. He followed, but I was faster. There was an advantage to being a Valkyrie, I sped up and sidestepped around people as I worked my way through the crowd heading for the exit hoping he didn’t have any other guards hidden in the busy establishment. The order could send another squad after this guy.