Joseph Charles Hunt Novels & Stories

Justin explains to me. That makes more sense. There are times where in my pack’s games to hunt goes far away, we resort to buying meat to sustain ourselves for a while. Oliver and some pack members are in charge of getting the sustainable food for the pack from ranch or big farmland. “Arthur is into fantasy and fairytales stuff. That’s why he thinks everyone is into it too.” Justin is teasing me. No one teases me. I will not take offense, because she’s my mate.

“Only when he needs to be,” “Then tell me, why hasn't he ended that tradition of yours, the one where he found you? That thing you talked about where they hunt you girls down,” Did he hear that? How had he not been caught for this long? This was beyond weird, he should've been noticed. “The Hunt,” I said. He nodded and pointed. “That’s the one. Guess you don't mind that your sister will be participating,” I gritted my teeth. “She won’t,”

Once Patricia and Fannie had returned to their room, he spoke directly, "Mummy, there's something wrong with Hunter, you shouldn't be with him!" Patricia wasn't planning to accept Hunter, but his words piqued her curiosity, and she couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with him?" Charles replied truthfully, "I just hacked into their database to try and find all his information. But unexpectedly, I found nothing at all." Patricia grew even more perplexed, asking, "If there is nothing, why do you say there is a problem?" Charles sighed, at a loss for words, "He's the helmsman of the Miller Group, the famous Hunter! How could it be that only the most basic information is available, and no other

I could go for a witch hunt. With our marching orders given, I was sent along with Aunt Sarael and John to wait for Isis and Kurt. We are to reconvene at their house to review our options for dealing with Noya from a hunter’s perspective. I hope my Aunt has some of her hunter books and a well-stocked garden at her new home.

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

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.

Yet, at the same time, I can sense that Ash is clueless. Ash seems to notice the exchange, turning to his boss for an explanation. "You're sure it was him?" Jace asks me, ignoring Ash. I nod my head in response as I continue. "Yes. I met him when I was at Hunter's once." I confirm. "Anyone care to explain?" Ash looks between Jace and me in search of answers. "Without going into details, Tomás is Hunter's brother. Tomás has a severe seizure disorder which is why no one really knows about him. Hunter wanted to keep him safe." I explain as Jace takes over.