Legendary Hunter Novels & Stories

He is – “The nail in your coffin,” the man says and pulls the trigger, blasting Zion’s once-loyal follower to smithereens. Alec Winters, the Hunter. He is a legend among all packs for never having lost a fight with an incubus or succubus before. Is he here for Alisa? He stretches out his hand and I decide to take it, allowing him to pull me up. If he’s not against me, then I can assume that he is with me.

Either way it would definitely end up with her getting arrested. "Aren't you happy?" he asked. Happy? Was this guy serious? Why the fuck would she be happy? None of this made sense and it was messing with her head. She couldn't be his beloved. She just couldn't. Fate wouldn't be that cruel to her. Not that it would matter much when she drove the dagger into his heart, but still it was like an insult to her very existence. She was a vampire hunter, not a vampire fucking lover. "I take it that it's a no then," he said after a few moments of her intense silence, "I'm sure you will come around."

Nicole shot him a glance and replied, "The Holder family is well-known among the Hunters." Lloyd was taken aback. "You're... a Hunter?" 'The Hunters, were something of a guild for hackers!' he thought. 'Only professionals could crack the URL to enter the website and create an account! Nicole's a Hunter?' "I'm Lucifer." Nicole swirled her glass of wine, her eyes wild. Lloyd suddenly trembled as his eyes began darting. "You're... Lucifer?!"

I squealed in mock terror. “You’ve awakened a hungry monster, Luna. It needs to be fed.” Hunter pinned me to the bed, straddling me. “Oh? And what does the hungry monster want?” I laughed up at him, teasingly slicking my tongue over my lips. “To eat this…” he said as he dove between my legs, tearing at my panties with his teeth. ***

Warning: Reference of Rape ahead. Continue at your discretion. Gunner Hunter and I decided to head into the United States territories and scan the packs from afar to see if we can find my mate. I’ve been gone from the pack for almost a week and I know I am going to have to return soon, but I don’t want return empty handed. Thankfully for me, lycan’s can hide their scent. ‘Do you hear that,’ says Hunter through the mind link. ‘Sounds like a football game,’ I reply.

He knitted his brows watching Mason walk out of the bookshop knowing where the hunter was headed. Up the hill to haunt down the Lycan who murdered his daughter Matilda his brother, Lucifer who he presumed at the moment was still asleep. Mason Salvador was one of the best Lycan hunters in existence with an astonishing over two hundred kill count to his name. He had witnessed firsthand how crafty the Lycan hunter was in their previous encounters. At the moment getting to Lucifer before Mason was his priority.

The Hunter, clenching his teeth together in an attempt to stave off the pain of having his leg crushed beneath the boulder, as wells as possibly the agitation of their encounter. The Lycan saw the man make a desperate assessment of the damage to his leg, before glancing back at his sword pensively. Knowing too well the look of trapped animal that would stop at nothing to escape, Luther began to formulate an idea of his own as he addressed the Hunter again. ‘Adrian, isn’t it?’ said the lycanthrope with a degree of impartiality, ‘Looks like you might be in a bit of a bind there.’ The unhelpful remark, meriting a glower from the man. He growled back, “What does that matter to you, Lycan?”

Miriam said, greeting her teeth "Stop it," Jayer warned her. He knew how much she hated Mrs. Hunter. "Okay," Miriam quieted down, but it could be shown on her face. "Hello, everyone. Tonight we are hunting down two creatures. Wolves and infernos. But our priority for tonight is the Inferno. It's a very dangerous creature and can burn you alive. It doesn't die easily except with a special remedy and hit directly to its core at the chest. Don't expect to survive if you don't hit the target. You at least have one chance of killing it. The bullets have been dipped into the poisonous remedy and makes it easier for you to kill it. As for wolves tonight, we will have to shoot one when we see one an

Everyone was dead, but me. Turning back, I finally put a face to the voice. Her skin was covered in freckles and her hair was a wild brown, like she had stuck her finger in a socket. She was carrying a gun in her hands, but what stood out to me was her outfit. I’d seen it once before, in school. It was the Hunter’s uniform. The patch on her arm confirming it. Hunter’s were mercenaries for hire. Killers for hire, really. The non-magical in the supernatural world. They once were on a death march against all supernaturals, but now they were just raised on how to kill them and were sold to the highest bidder.

There was a Hunter in his hotel. The stench of death that clung to Hunters was hard to hide. The darkness, the evil in their souls, always gave them away. Hunters were human, but they committed so many heinous acts in their mission to eradicate all werewolves that he could never sense any humanity in them. Just death and darkness. He heard Layla’s elevated heartbeat behind him and turned to look at her. Her grip was so tight on the rail that he could see the metal bending between her fingers. He turned back to Britney quickly and gave her a tight smile.