Killua Hunter Hunter Novels & Stories

Lucinda had always been a bit of a rogue element, constantly getting involved in secret plots and conspiracies. In the letter, Lucinda revealed that she was fine but had been hiding in this house for weeks, trying to gather evidence about a nefarious group of werewolf hunters who were planning an attack. She had uncovered some crucial information and needed Arystyn's help to stop the hunters before it was too late. How did they find a house that of all people Lucinda was hiding out in? And on top of everything that was going on in their lives now they had to worry about hunters! Could her life get any more complicated?

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.

Blake sat at his desk, staring intently at the hunter standing in front of him. The hunter's face was stoic, but Blake could sense the unease radiating from him. "What did you find?" Blake asked, his voice low and serious. "It's not a werewolf, sir," the hunter replied. "The creature looked exactly like Megan, even though we know she's dead." Blake's eyes widened at the mention of Megan's name. He had thought that he had taken care of her for good, but apparently, he was wrong.

I glanced at him, my eyes wide with curiosity and confusion, and he swiftly enlightened me. “As a symbol of my being a hunter, I offer each member of the family a weapon they are better accustomed to wielding. Even though you may not consider yourself a hunter ‘officially’, you undoubtedly are one to others. Because being a Cadwell will instantly label you as one.” He added as I continued to stare at the gun in front of me. Although I feel confident using this weapon, I still find it hard to accept that Grandpa will ever hand one to me. So I’m a hunter, huh? I am not an official member, but since I am also a Cadwell, I am still considered as one.

The life of a hunter is cruel and short…there was never any room for kindness. Taking a deep breath, I launch into the attack. My kicks and punches coming so quickly, I catch a moment of surprise in his eyes and I feel a trill of excitement. Today, ol’ man. I am going to win today. I press forward as he scrambles to block each attack I throw at him; barely holding his ground. He moves away from me and I smile in triumph as I swing with my right fist. His eyes narrow and he dips below my swing, his own punches landing right in the middle of my stomach. I gasp at the pain ballooning through my body as his leg sweeps under my feet and I land hard on my back.

An icy grip encircled her heart and it cried, mourned with her teammate for the lost purity of her body. But her colleague was a warrior. She had learned to survive under the most adverse conditions and Aurelia knew that what she had experienced would not destroy her. As women, they had been prepared in their training that something like this could happen, and that it wasn't even a rarity. Perhaps that is why there were few female members among the hunters. The whole story would only fuel Row's anger and dogged determination to crack down on the Hegeduns. Just as it would have been the case with Aurelia herself, although she knew that something irreversible had changed, no one could relieve

In the brief moment before I finally slipped into the void, I faintly heard him speak. “Stubborn little Hunter.” ELIAS’ POV I watched the Hunter slumber, tracking the steady rise and fall of her chest with each soft breath. In sleep, she looked peaceful. There was no sign of the defiant female who had stared me down, or the sharp-tongued warrior who had riled Alistair into a frenzy. It still alarmed me how confidently she had provoked the idiot, despite having no means to defend herself. She’d even looked ready to fight me before her body finally gave out.

They were ready and willing to die with no further information. Kael stepped closer. “Where is your main territory?” They chorused that they didn't know. “Really?” I tilted my head. “ I know that you all are hiding your base.” A tense silence filled the air. Kael’s voice dropped to a lethal whisper. “Where is it?” The hunters didn't utter a word. And then— One of them ran. He must have healed better than the others. The moment the hunter bolted, I was on him. He crashed through the hideout’s entrance, shifting mid-air into his wolf form—a massive gray beast with gleaming yellow eyes.

In Aqualeara, the choices made held profound consequences, and the guardian's judgment served as a stark reminder of the delicate balance between right and wrong. As Hunter's limp form sinks into the waiting arms of his companions, they check him with deep concern. He is unconscious, his eyes red and puffy in response to the venom, but he's alive. The guardian, satisfied with his retribution, releases them, allowing the merfolk to swim free from his coils.

“Relax, Kyra, you’re too tense.” “Of course, our target is far away,” said Kyra. “What can you do if he is the incubus? You have nothing against him,” said Tyler. “I can fight him. I’m not an ordinary college student, you know,” said Kyra. Tyler nodded while smiling. “Sounds mysterious. Who are you, Kyra? “ Kyra turned to Tyler. “I’m a hunter. And I hunt people like Sir Carl.” Kyra said, “Incubus?” Tyler asked.