Huntington Comic Con Novels & Stories

A massive vampire stepped into the ring, cracking his knuckles. “Ready for a round?” he asked, raising his gloves. Hunter nodded, stepping in. The guy wiped the floor with him, though Hunter managed to land a couple of decent hits. “Not bad,” the vampire said after the bell rang. “But you’re too pissed off to focus. Loosen up.” He stepped out of the ring, then suddenly cut in front of Hunter as he was leaving. “Name’s Han,” he said, wiping sweat off his brow. “Throwing a party this Saturday. Exclusive, if you catch my drift. You look like you could use, some fun.” He extended his hand, and Hunter reluctantly handed over his phone.

HUNTER “The Sickle” was crowded tonight, with all kinds of people. My idea, at first, was to have a bikers bar, but I won’t throw clients out just because they are not coloring books, just like most of my tattooed friends, or because they enjoy country music instead of rock music. I look around me and I think, where damn Lupita is when we fucking need her most? The counter is full of orders and right now, she decides to go over the pool table.

"I'm going to live in debt." Tara crosses her arms. "You're being dramatic." Alpha Marcus closes the folder slowly. "...No live animals." Tara sighs dramatically. "Fine." Hunter looks relieved for exactly two seconds. Then Tara brightens. "But the chocolate fountain stays." Hunter drops his forehead onto the table. Ryan claps. "This is the greatest ceremony planning meeting in pack history." Alpha Marcus starts walking out of the room, shaking his head. "I'm not approving the bees." From the table, Hunter mutters weakly:

Andre shook his head, “No. You got me wrong. I am not asking you to kill him during the hunting…I am talking about—afterwards.” He took in a deep breath and a disgusted look appeared on his face, as though some nasty memories just came to his mind. “The highlight of this event is not hunting itself, but the afterparty.” Andre said with a revolted tone. “After the daytime hunting, they will camp out in the woods, build tents, and stay the night. Because it is so far away from the city, the public’s eyes, they will…go crazy. A carnival, a fucking boarish and goaty one.”

one of the hunter, Brad answered and the rest murmured in agreement. “ Good. The full moon is coming out tomorrow night, as hunter we have only thing to do in regarding to our code. And what’s our code gentleman?” Nate leaned back comfortably in his seat “We hunt, we kill and we protect our own” They all chorused and Nate smirked satisfyingly before placing his glass on the table. “We hunt predators, we kill them and we protect our own!” Nate emphasized, The Laurent family has known about werewolves for a very long time, and hunting them is a family tradition that has passed on for generations.

“Oh my, it is a pleasure meeting you, I am sorry I couldn't recognize you earlier……..” Conan cut in before he could complete his statement. “Sir, the viper tattoo around your neck” Mr. Hunter bobbed his head ecstatically, probably happy that he had gained favor in Conan’s sight. I watched as Conan squinted his eyes, glancing back and forth at his phone and the tattoo around Mr. Hunter’s neck. Conan cleared his throat. “ Mr. Hunter, before Matilda met an accident, she was actually at my office and I am curious about something,”

I walked beside him, trying to project confidence I didn't entirely feel. "Preston, good to see you." A man in his fifties approached, extending his hand. "We've been hoping you'd make it tonight." "Wouldn't miss it." Preston shook his hand, then gestured to me. "This is Scarlett Huntington. She's launching a new sports development company focused on youth hockey programs." Richard's eyebrows rose with interest. "Really? We should talk. The foundation is always looking for innovative partners." "Scarlett would be happy to discuss it," Preston said smoothly. "In fact, anyone interested in hockey related ventures should speak with her. She's the expert."

It was a topic she greatly avoided. I have always imagined it to be something magical. The moment a werewolf would allow their wolf self to take control instead of suppressing it. My mother had kept me on a bunch of medications ever since I was a kid to suppress that part of me. It wasn't until a few weeks ago that I stopped taking them behind her back. “Well, what are you guys waiting for?’’ the man standing across the door said as he pointed at the both of us.

Hanzo drives for about an hour into the mountains where we arrive at a gated property with a very nice large house. “Come on, I’ll show you to the spare bedroom downstairs, there is an attached bathroom you can use,” Hanzo speaks when he opens the truck door for me. I carefully get out avoiding letting him touch me or getting to close. “Thank you,” I softly speak while looking down and following him towards his home. The wind shifts and my eyes widen when I catch his scent strong enough to noticed he is a werewolf like me. “Born or Bitten?” I question in an aggressive tone trying to be rude knowing bitten werewolves aren’t real. I only wanted to return his rude question from earlier.

I blurted out, but I nearly jumped when I spotted Tommy, my teenage cousin, sitting next to me. “Crestwood City?” He questioned, nibbling on the cookies I had made for them. “Isn’t that the area where we’re hunting?” He blurted without giving it any thought. My furrowed brow meets his, and he looks at me, not realizing what he said until he sees my expression. He laughed awkwardly at me, clearly becoming uneasy. He is aware of the prohibition against disclosing any information to anyone who isn’t even a hunter. In the past, I would simply disregard it since it did not interest me. However, things have changed, and I had no idea that my curiosity would eventually get the better of me. Allowin