Huntress Nightwing Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes and leaned back in my chair. "Miss Snyder's pack is the RedHunter, who in addition to serving Selene, also has as her protector Artemis, the Goddess of the Hunt and the Moon. This gives them great power with the others, because their blood has dual royalty, even if they are not Lycans, their warriors can fight like Lycans, even without being trained. With Artemis' blessing, she asks her sons and daughters to be faithful and remain virgins until the day they meet their chosen or destined."

For a moment, I was stunned by how strong he was, how he moved like every hit was meant to protect me. He was about to finish off one of the nightstalkers when I found my voice. “Hunter! Don’t kill them!” I shouted. Hunter paused mid-strike. The wolves whimpered, stepping back. They knew Hunter could kill them easily. He was Beta of the Crescent Moon after all—a warrior trained to command and destroy if needed. More people appeared behind him. Members of the Crescent Moon clan rushed toward me. One of them immediately knelt and started removing the chain around my wrist. My hands trembled in relief.

Another someone lost a heel in the grass. Typical. But my attention was elsewhere. Under Table Three, two small humans had formed a covert alliance. Eduardo, Xenia and Clay’s three year old offspring, was chubby-fisted and full of secrets. His co-conspirator, Ororo Hopkins, Makayla and Lilac’s two year old little whirlwind, had the strategic focus of a general. They were crouched beneath the linens, giggling with their faces sticky and their hands sneakier than a feral kitten with a string.

I asked, and Ned took a deep breath before pulling out a pendant, what we called The Phoenix Eye. “The huntress is the phoenix, and she last connection to the Eye and Pendant…”

Silas said, and he had a calm and cold look on his face that made me want to hit him before he even finished his sentence. "The Huntress is a hybrid with a death wish, and she’s already proven that she can take on twenty men at once without breaking a sweat, so we should send her out the north gate as a distraction to draw Kaine’s main force away from the weak point in our wall." "You want to send her out there alone against an entire army? That’s not a distraction, Silas, that’s a suicide mission and you know it," I replied, while I felt the anger that had been building up in me since I left the library finally start to boil over.

won't he scoffs ' fine then' I say. I wrap my right arm to his neck in a tight neck hold causing both of us to fall on the ground, I punch his stomach from the side he lets go of me and I quickly roll away from him to get up he grabs my shoulder trying to pull me back I grab his arm and flip him over my shoulder towards the ground and I go on top of him 'don't under estimate the power of THE Venom Vixen sweet heart' I say, I get off of him and put my hand out to help him get up. We continue walking and we get to JC's car. He droves off and we head towards Saratoga which was about a 45 minute drive 'so you really aren't going to tell me where we are going?' I ask 'you'll see when we get ther

is my best friend, my brother, a very sexy brother, that I may or may not have had very dirty dreams about. Every Huntress is paired with a male guardian from the bloodlines. They are our anchor, our only genuine connection to our humanity. “The council want to see you, debrief you on the shi*show that used to be a Mall.” “It’s not like we blew it up, is it? And the explosion covered up the attack, right? So they should be happy.” The current head elder is my grandfather. Not that he carries any interest in me other than as a Huntress. He is a di*k, and I find it very hard to remain loyal to him and his a**hole council. “Okay, let’s get this over with. I am not getting any younger.” Chuckli

The witches picked me to be the one who would be able to bring down the werewolf prince, and that is my job and the reason I'm here. I had been taught by Lake Huran since I was a child in all combat skills as well as how to murder and assassinate a werewolf specifically for this job. I had also participated in conflicts between werewolves and vampires, and was dubbed "The Alpha Slayer" by my fellow werewolves since I was responsible for the deaths of hundreds of werewolf Alphas, who were notoriously tough to kill. So I was a werewolf hunter trained by a Vampire princess, and I was on a mission to assassinate the werewolf prince.

"No. For security purposes, the assassin is anonymous. It's the only way for them to achieve their goal. If we knew who they were, it could risk the goal." "Well, you're going to have to figure out a way to uncover who this person is. We know they're highly skilled. Dad said that only he and Sienna had the knowledge of how to hack Night Hawk. So if someone else managed to figure it out, it poses a great risk to the company as a whole." "What do you mean?" Kieran asks. "If this Huntress was able to hack into Night Hawk, then what's stopping her from going after something else? Like Brio or Evanish? Or perhaps the company funds?"

Were they back together? "Dominic brought you here because he wanted to get you as far away as possible from any place your trashy ex could target. He asked for my help to trace your location," Lorjeon said, dragging me back to reality. I looked at his face, noting his sudden serious expression. "I managed to find your coordinates once, but then a few days later, you completely vanished from the grid," he explained. The memory came rushing back, the exact moment Archie’s henchman burst into the room to announce that their location had been compromised, right before everything went black.