Key Hunter Novels & Stories

Hunter got up and walked to the small window that overlooked the backyard. "You know, since we're being honest... I think there's a few things I should get off my chest too." He felt his palms get moist as he turned to face Walker. "Uhm... I didn't know when I did this, I mean, he mentioned being related to you but I didn't know you were my father too at that— of course nothing makes it right, I know. It doesn't matter whether I knew or not— it's still..." Hunter took a deep breath, shut his eyes tight and then breathed out. "I killed Marcus Grayman, your half-brother." When Hunter opened his eyes, George was watching him. George then got up from the bed and walked up to Hunter slowly.

“Did you come all this way to question me or do you have something to tell me?” His constant bickering and the voices in my head were giving me a fucking headache. Ryan wasn’t one to be intimidated by my actions, in this kingdom and possibly around, he was the only person who could stand and smile unaffected while I blew hot on people. He and Cory. Well, Cory has no idea yet. But that was a factor I wasn’t sure I wanted to be explored. Ryan looked at me with a soft smile on his face. He was a dog with a fucking bone, chewing and chasing. “Nothing, Hunter has been killed and now, black cage pack, they want to claim his land,”

“But you don’t.” Keila laughed again, louder and louder until she doubled over, supporting herself with her hands clasping her knees. “Oh, this is perfect! The look on your faces!” Leif pursed his lips. “Keila, keep talking. If that’s not Alpha Colin, then who the hell is he?” Keila swallowed down her laughter and eyed Leif with a rare sort of clarity and sincerity. “That’s Alpha Hunter of the Storm pack,” she said, and my world pin-wheeled.

"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

Maybe she's looking for me? I'm not sure what a hunter is but Addie is my hope for rescue. If Rainn is the guy from the bar, then she's with the other gorgeous male that made my heartbeat. I now have a way to drown out all the pain and suffering and this will be my new happy place. "I told you that I would help you and I intend on doing so. Having the hunters dead is going to be beneficial to all our business. We just can't do anything rash that would get the attention of the council.

JAMES POV We burst through the front door and were confronted. I skidded to a stop. “Jacob Sawyer,” I acknowledged the Hunter in front of me. He looked surprised to see me. “James Adler. I didn’t know you consorted with this sort.” He stood in front of me, looking relaxed, but I knew better. This Hunter has been credited with thousands of kills of my kind. He was strong and ruthless, and he had a serious hatred for anything supernatural, though he wasn’t above using them if they would help meet his needs.

"What about your husband that needs to be kept confidential? "My father asks. "By coincidence, he worked for Jonathan for a long time... And before him, for his father, Jon Maxwell. Hunter fled Turkey for being one of the children who were kidnapped a long time ago, and even though he was a witness to much of what happened, he is an accomplice. One of his parents is American, we don't know which one, but I think they are still alive, considering that Jonathan's men used this information for an ambush... Maybe Jonathan talks too much when he's arrested... You have to make sure you can avoid this.”

Everyone blinked rapidly. "You little shits," I said around a smile. "What the fuck are you riding bitch on this for?" Hunter ‘Tank' Matthews was a former Navy SEAL. Short cropped light brown hair, a long wiry body, and pale blue eyes, I'd helped recruit him for personal protection for Penn and Willow. He was a master marksman and a deadly weapon in his own right.

He had enough money to last ten lifetimes. So why did he feel like he was standing on the edge of a cliff, staring into the unknown? His fists clenched. He had spent his life being the strongest, the deadliest. But this... this craving for something permanent? This desire for something deeper, something true? It terrified him. And Kane Shawn had never been afraid of anything.

he says loud enough that anyone can hear him. “Hi to you too,” I say awkwardly. “This is my team. Alice, an assistant columnist and Emanuel, a photographer.” Hunter offers a smile capable of warming the French winter. “Are you going to parade like this?” I gesture to the worn jeans and black leather jacket with a white shirt underneath. He smiles again. “Actually, I came like this. But this outfit could easily enter the catwalk. So, how should I be useful?” He deflects my thoughts once more.