Huntington Comic Con Novels & Stories

Hunter: The party is crackling cool, booming with the best crowd I have ever seen. The VIP box is full of people, actually women, and I can’t stand to see them rubbing each other in front of me anymore. I have my needs and I would cater to them from time to time but then the media would come in and give me this bad boy tag when I had not even asked for it. I mean every hook-up or one night stand was through mutual consent. It’s a different thing I never ended up staying the morning because I never felt like it. Today I was honestly quite exhausted after the match and I just wanted to go to sleep but my horny friends wouldn’t let me be and insisted I come along to amp up the atmosphere.

The hunter-lycan gala was a once a year affair, attended by the highest officials from both sides. Xandar and Lucy attended every alternate year, taking turns with Christian and Annie. Although guised as an event to raise funds for equipment and manpower to train new recruits and solidify the public image that everything was well and good with the neighboring kingdom, the attendees knew full well it was a show. Behind the cameras and smiles, both species had still been keeping to themselves to a significant extent.

"And you're leaving." "My name is Heidi Sweeney. My father is on the hunter council. My brother almost died tonight when a monster attacked in the southwest cut. The only person in this town who trades in the kind of information I need is currently lying to me about his trading hours. Could you please just hear me out?" "Sweeney." Bored. The pen keeps scratching on the page. "The council doesn't send girls with library voices to negotiate. Go home before something eats y-" He looks up. And Maxim Drake freezes.

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

"Call me if you need a ride, girl. I'll be at my boyfriend's condo tonight." "Sure. I will." I went inside and went straight to the hall room where they held it. I showed the invitation to the receptionist. "I am the proxy of Mr. Sebastian Huntington. The name's Cejay Merryweather." I smiled. The receptionist smiled and nodded. "Yes. We have been informed by Mr. Huntington about you, Ms. Merryweather. You may come in."

To his credit, Dean didn’t miss a beat and threw his hand out to stop most of the hunters, including his dad, who had started to get in defensive positions. “Everyone relax. If I believed anyone in this room could be involved then none of them would be here,” Dean said. The hunters slowly sit back and relax a little before Dean continues. “While the non verbal system is good for getting past the spell, it can also bring more questions than answers and doesn’t specify exactly who or how the pack might be involved. This is why I wanted to only bring those I trust into the meeting.”

And without asking, I know this must have to do with what happened all those years ago when Chase and Blade managed to attack Damian and Haley in their own home. "Right this way." The guard gestures as he heads to the door at the end of the corridor. I hear Hunter hiss from the pain of the tracker being zapped inside him, making me smile. I know I shouldn't laugh, but it's hard not to, considering the kind of man Hunter is. While he's not my enemy, I wouldn't necessarily consider him to be my friend either. Rather more of an amicable relationship because of who he's dating. Hunter looks in my direction, hearing me chuckle, sending me an annoyed stare but otherwise ignoring me. We follow the

She icily replied, “Just don’t make them ask another DISGUSTING question ever again.” I merely stared at her with ample frustration, wanting to take back the sincerity I just wasted. She is hopeless. “My, this is like having a meeting,” Ryu stated with his same delighted tone, “Why don’t we start an agenda?” No, not with you, please. He approached the center seat and sat down. “I might as well warn you two right now, we will probably face some hunters and mercenaries from today onwards.” Ryu started, “Which are exclusively from the Underworld itself.”

The comic book glowed in the dark as the pages turned one by one erasing all the words written on the book. “It’s time.” A voice echoed in the dark silent room. *At Dominoes* “Hey Shama, over here.” Tara shouted from her seat while waving her hands frantically. Shama followed her friend's action while going towards her to take a seat. “Ok, so I want a cheeseburger, paneer pizza with joy kit, one bottle of coke, and any dessert that you like.” Tara said smacking her lips, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “You wanna make me penniless? You are robbing me.”

In fact, this was impeccable timing for Damien, because I just so happened to be Hunting, even on my 20th birthday. As soon as my contract came into the bar, things changed. I watched as my 20 year old self went into Hunting mode. I pulled out my phone and started snapping photos of my contract. I stayed put and watched him for a bit, took note of his drinking patterns and who he was conversing with before I bought him a shot of fireball and sent it to his table.