Joseph Charles Hunt Novels & Stories

Hunt by his business partners and business associates, his acquaintances and to the outside world, but to the members of his family, he was known as Grand father. Mr. Colin Hunt was a seventy seven year old business tycoon, his oddly still youthful and never smiling face would give one the impression that he was wicked perhaps, and strict and it was not entirely made up as Mr. Hunt was very strict. Strict to the core. His aura was one of such that if he entered a room, there would be immediate silence and in as much as Mr. Hunt took pride in the fact that people feared him, he had always admired the ones that would speak to him boldly and without any sort of tremble in their voices, one of s

Hunter takes off in the direction the young man pointed in, sniffing the area to catch her delectable honeysuckle scent. Frustration courses through us at the multiple scents that invade our senses, drowning out any traces of her scent that should be lingering in the area. ‘We should split up.’ Charles says after some time has passed and we still haven’t found my mate. With a nod of agreement, I take off in the opposite direction of where Charles was headed.

Callum tried to be precise and accurate this time. For the fucking 5th time. And he couldn’t catch a hamster. Seriously. With the power he now had being a vampire and a wolf. Jeez. He took his mark. And focused. He blocked everything in his mind. The buzz from the pack. The encouragement from Dad, even when he wasn’t Swift. He could hear them. He blocked all teases from Max and the Betas in the pack. He zoomed out everything except for the little white creature who was grazing and nibbling on the grass.

I asked, and Hunter shook his head. “We did not ask her, as she is human, stirring her is not going to do us any good. Plus, we don’t even know where they were killed.” He said, and I glared at him as I walked up the stairs. Hunter followed me up the steps, still talking. “We’re increasing the patrols. No rogue scent was found, but…”

The vampire that killed Ethan blurted out but his calm expression was broken into one of fear. “You are the vampire that hunts vampires!” This realization forced him to immediately try and retreat but that was not possible because the only thing that left that position was his body, not his head. The difference in their ability was that vast as he had been decapitated before he even realized that he was without a head. “Vampire hunter? That’s vulgar. Please, call me Liam,” The man said to the head in his hand.

However, unbeknownst to Hunter, we managed to uncover some resources that Silvio counted on to help keep him hidden. In an attempt to see how Hunter was doing, I used the hack that Kevin had set up to spy on Hunter, which is when I uncovered Hunter's plans. While it didn't seem as though he was doing anything to find Silvio, he was actually spending his time uncovering a secret network that Silvio had developed to keep himself hidden.

The police chief faced the cameras, cleared his throat and began to address the journalists he'd assembled for a press release, “As you all know, there's been a spate of killings. Hundreds of people lost their lives. One of our own, Detective Nick Law found out who the culprit was, and he died trying to prevent the killer from killing more people. He found the killer, one Jonathan Crane, at an abandoned house, which we suspect was his hideout. We think they engaged in a scuffle, and the killer blew himself up.

Off we go, your highness,“ Archer mumbled, full of sarcasm. Vivienne let out a smile for she made the huntsman obey her for the first time. Though the sarcasm on Archer's tone is visible, atleast he agreed to her request. The huntsman led the way to the tailor's house and as they arrived there, he signed the princess to get off from her horse. ”Make it fast because I certainly hate to waste my time,“ Archer marveled, looking at the palace guard lingering around as if they're searching for someone. Vivienne stared at the stone and tried to read the word carved on it. Madame Mimosa Latuere was uniquely inscribed on the marble stone. ”That Madame Mimosa must be the owner,“ Vivienne thought.

Even though she had slept all night, the vividness of the dreams caused her to wake up tired and horny. Her eldest brother Joseph had reached out to her through email. He had gone off to college early, and been back less than a handful of times. He was the exact opposite of what their father had wanted in a son, kind and compassionate. He played three instruments, sang like an angel, but never once took up the Tahtib sticks.

It could even put her in his good graces to offer up the new information; it may even push her even closer to the elites. So why couldn’t she tell him? What was this heavy feeling in her chest at the thought of outing him to her boss? Francis Wells was well known for his hatred of every supernatural creature, but the creatures he despised the most were the vampires. He was merciless and often cruel in his ways with them, making them suffer the way they made their victims suffers. That was something she had always idolised him for, the way he brought justice to these creatures. So why did the thought of him being anywhere near Cassius tie her stomach up in knots?