Joseph Charles Hunt Novels & Stories

I pushed myself off of Joshua, who was gurgling as his life faded from his eyes but I didn’t make it far. James still had a hold of my wrist and he pulled me back to the bed straight into his chest. “You’re a Hunter… I should have known!” He growled, and his grip on my wrist increased until I thought he may break it. I bit back the pain and looked him deep in the eyes.

SILAS The piece of shit died before I made it out of town. I threw the door open and slammed it shut, my hand gripping the edge until my knuckles turned white. “Fuck!” The roar echoed into the night, my voice raw and frayed. I kicked the front tire hard enough to send a jolt straight up my leg, but the pain wasn’t enough. Not even close. Riley was gone. Taken. By him. Orin didn’t just hunt werewolves. He made a sport of it—stalking them, breaking them, killing them. And he’d gotten Riley. My gut twisted at the thought. I squeezed my eyes shut, fingers digging into my scalp as I yanked at my hair.

"You find anything valuable?" Silence. Charles glanced up at Halesbert, since he didn't get a word from him. He raised his brows in curiosity. "Did you find anything about Lucy Martinez?" Halesbert frowned, biting his lips in hesitation. "I don't think you're going like what I have found, Sir," he said, extending his hand with a folded paper in it. "Let me be the judge of that." He took it from his hand dubiously. Charleston exhaled heavily, and felt his hands sweating. He wondered why, because usually his hands would get sweaty whenever he was nervous. Perhaps the paper he's holding is the cause of it, he thought.

His input had her equally curious about him, it sounded as though he knew Lord Hunt personally. "You sound so well versed on the subject," Charlotte said and offered a smile. "I am Charlotte Barnes, historian. I was just doing some research." "Kaleb Mosey, I work with the agency here in town," the man replied and gave a nod to her in acknowledgement. "That would explain why you know so much about Lord Hunt then. Am I right to assume that the agency you mean is for vampire contracting?" Charlotte questioned. "Yes, that's correct. I work closely with Lord Hunt on his contracts. He's particular about what kind of assignments we offer him," Mr. Mosey said.

I was quick to hire the best investigators money could buy to find him. It took them three days to find him. Might have been less if I had found the patched letter on the floor earlier. Matteo Leone. Pretty boy had a pretty name. He was twenty three years old. There was nothing much on him, except his family and his hidden hobbies. He was bisexual. The folder contained rumors that suggested he was living under his father's thumb. I couldn't fathom how any father could treat their own child like hazardous dirt. So, I had searched for more.

Charles said, calm yet commanding. “Who the heck are you?” Jonathan asked, his confusion evident as he took in the newcomer. “I’m Officer Charles Cordero with the Astral Guardians. Alpha Hunter’s mentee and personal aide,” Charles replied coolly. “Charles…” Aleah whispered, relief washing over her voice. Charles yanked the paddle from Jonathan’s grasp and shot a look at the group of men who had attacked Hunter. As his eyes shifted to an intense, glowing blue, fear spread like wildfire, and the men scattered.

As Brian lounged in the dining room, he inquired, “Aren't you going to join us for a meal, Elise?” With a slight smile, I replied, “It's quite alright. I will find something to eat on my way out, thank you.” Just as I prepared to make my exit, I noticed Mr. Hart, Mr. Alarcon’s father, marching purposefully towards me after stepping out of his car. Offering a friendly greeting, he strolled into the house with a warm presence.

I didn’t think he would have wanted to share this information with the congregation. “This also comes with another piece of information I was hesitant to discuss because of the lack of evidence I got. You all know my beloved wife was killed by hunters years ago. Since then, it has been my life’s work to find this group of heretics and kill them. I thought I had, but I believe the location where the dead bodies were found to be a Noctua compound created to conduct experiments. I vote we send men there to investigate. Whatever escaped from their laboratories is why those people turned up dead,” Father finished.

"Are you sure about that, leader Matilda? The hunter is tricky. She always changes her appearance, therefore, it's a bit hard to find her. I also heard from her victims that she use something to hide her real scent." Kasper looks at his mom and she just nods. Kasper's mother gave him a look to just follow her command. "My son is not the leader of the alpha pack for nothing. He just needs to observe the hunter and find out who's her informant because I guess that there is a spy here in our village... Don't let your guard down, my son. And if you found an opportunity, kill the hunter!" "Yes, mother," Kasper said and bow to her. "I will accompany the alpha leader." Every one of them look at Fli