Joseph Charles Hunt Novels & Stories

Luca chuckled at the speed of Beecher’s thoughts. “I was thinking about the prophecy on the drive over. Last time we were looking for where the sun met the earth. It sounded crazy to us at the time, but after discovering Salar de Uyuni, it all made sense. This time we are to hunt down the Hall of the Slain.” “But that’s a mythical place,” Aquina reasoned, “How do you go about finding that?” “That was my first thought,” Luca agreed, winking at Katalea as she picked up her phone. “But everything is on G****e.” Katalea was busy swiping and tapping at her phone.

Besides, I would never want to bullshit him. “I got a flash of you kissing someone at a Luna ceremony. All I saw was her white hair,” I said. “On a stage or not?” I held up one finger. His eyebrows shot straight up. I did not even know how old he was, but I knew that he was the Alpha heir. Dominic walked in and made sure to lock the door behind him. He grabbed the charm out of the safe and set it out to make everything soundproof. Dante had already scanned for devices.

*** Abraham Van Helsing, the Dutch vampire hunter, had once had an apprentice whom he admired and held in high regard, long before he even considered the holy order as a potential calling. Helsing betrayed his apprentice and thought he had disposed of him. However, the tales surrounding this event were shrouded in insufficient recounting and relied solely on rumors. Higgins, renowned for his extraordinary ability to communicate with the dead, was known as the Necromancer Hunter. His expertise lay in influencing the living through the use of the deceased as conduits. His discarded body had washed up on the shores of a massive island housing several packs of werewolves, one of which belonged t

said Elizabeth with her white teeth on display. While some of the models smiled at me warmly, some sent looks of disinterest. One even threw a glare. Charlotte. The second cousin of Elizabeth. This bitch! How could I forget her? Of course she would be here too. After all her cousin was a designer here. Not wanting to make a scene, I ignored her hostile looks and turned to the curly haired man who beamed at me. "Hey, welcome to the team! I'm Tony. One of the photographers." I nodded. "Thank you. And nice to meet you! Can't wait to work with you!"

Before she could even reply, I heard his voice calling out from behind. “Oy!” He blatantly shouted as he ran towards us, “Hey, how come you’re here? You are not supposed to be roaming around, are you?” He curiously asked after recognizing me. His warm breath created vapor in the air. I just realized how cold the morning was, questioning myself why am I not that much alert right now. “How is the investigation, Henry?” I questioned instead of replying to his query. “You wouldn’t believe it. Those sneaky intruders were adept at leaving no traces.” He blurted out, “But we managed to find a single piece of paper.” He proudly informed.

I ran in as well, only to get stopped by Hunter as he got in front of me and dad. My eyes travelled around the room and I locked eyes with the man who would soon become the man of my dreams and the man in my nightmares. Austin Dechart.

"You're one of us, right?" We heard footsteps approaching the bathroom and she immediately released me. We were standing in front of the mirror when the door opened and a blonde guy walked in. He was Aaron. He stared at us strangely and said, ``I thought i heard something, Miss Wilson." I looked at Cathy who turned to the other side. "Nothing. Get out of here. This isn't the male's bathroom." I yelled and he walked out. I turned and saw Cathy seething in anger. Her eyes had turned light blue and I went into her thoughts. 'Hunters.'

I heard someone say. "I repeat myself, Karen is not a Hunter." Oscar barked at them. "She is the legitimate daughter of Giles' only son, John Hunter," someone explained. "Then she is of no use to you. A child that was dumped and forgotten does not count." Oscar said with confidence. "Not when she is the last descendant. If we kill her, we will succeed at eradicating Hunter's bloodline," he said, trying to convince Oscar to hand me over. "And John Hunter?" Oscar asked.

Within a year, Charles Lynch would stand in a courtroom wondering how an innocent man could be surrounded by so much convincing proof. And somewhere in the shadows of the ballroom they had all already forgotten, Robert Holt watched Charles leave and quietly congratulated himself. The first trap had worked perfectly. Charles had noticed the hunter. He still had not seen the snare beneath his own feet.

"He is Roland Hunt. CEO Lucius Hunt's uncle." Emily explained. Alura frowned. "If he's his uncle, then why does he look so angry?" Emily scoffed in disdain. "That's because he really hates his nephew," Emily replied. "When I was newly employed, I heard rumors that Mr Roland was supposed to take over as the CEO of the entire Hunt Group when Mr. Hunt's late father passed away. It was practically promised to him. But the CEO position went to Mr. Lucius Hunt instead, even though everyone thought he was way too young at that time, He proved them wrong with the experience of someone who had been in business for a very long time, do his grandmother the monarch of the Hunt family, willed the company