Huntress Nightwing Novels & Stories

​The guest wing was no longer a sanctuary of silence; it was a kill zone, a narrow marble corridor transformed into a theater of visceral retribution. The air was thick and heavy, saturated with the acrid, metallic tang of spent gunpowder and the sharp ozone of the flickering red alarm lights that pulsed like a dying sun. Silas had vanished into the shadows of the corridor with the cowardice of a man who only knows how to lead from behind a wall of human shields, leaving his high-priced mercenaries to do the bleeding and the dying for him. But those men didn't realize they weren't just fighting a vengeful girl and a confused amnesiac—they were fighting the Beast and the Huntress, two souls f

Feels black eagles female Huntress's are inches pretty as red blood she wolves. "One wrong. Kara's ex best friend". "She chose your goody two shoes brother over me" she explains. "Regardless that am lunacious as your perspective" she grins. "Oops….". "Hurt dosent it?. Loosing something or someone rightfully yours?". "Lost to an unworthy and undeserving opponent" I leap up a tree. "Certainly it does,I'll attain lengths to earn my rightful possession and position!" She morph her fist. What badass she is. Devious as ever. She's obviously my female version.

Pauline is my only hope to compel the Stavros to side with me—but it won’t be possible with Silvanus getting in my way. “Hello,” I answer immediately, getting up in the middle of my dinner with Alayna in her room and moving toward the window. “Mr. Lucien.” It’s the voice of a female. “I am the Huntress. My boss is asking if you are happy with the men we sent to your home.” “Yes.” “Very well. The Wolf is ready to meet you. He has heard what happened to Mr. Katrakis, and he’s very sorry. Please, come to the Underground at seven. He will be expecting you.”

Like I wasn’t going to get him a birthday present. He unwrapped it slowly, and was shocked when he saw the leather wrist cuffs. I saved for four months to have Colleen spell them to expand when he shifts. I had a pack member carve an image of Ansel into one and Callie in the other. It was also the first night that we’ve done anything more than just kiss. It wasn’t much more, but my hunter gift had gotten stronger, more easy to use. And it’s always easier to use with Jax.