Life Hunter Novels & Stories

He touched Damien's hand and gently pulled mine so that his little hands rested right above ours. "All of us." Demiana glanced at Hunter's lifeless body with pain evident in her eyes. "What about Hunter?" She directed that question to Lilith. My eyes darted to Lilith who dropped her head rught after I caught the sadness and sorrow in her eyes. Hunter had been her good friend, other than Charlie. "A soul can only be revived once. I'm sorry" she whispered regretfully. All of us fell into silence. We suddenly heard the footsteps of two men walking forward towards us. I jolted my head where the two men were and instantly knew they were humans, wearing the same lab coats of the people from underg

I owe him my life and my eternal loyalty. One thing I know about Hunter is that there is nothing more precious and important than family. Even when his parents rejected him, treating him like a pariah and casting him in the mold of the family’s lost cause, he still defended them, and when the time came, avenged them. When his sister died and Livy was in danger, he moved Heaven and Hell to find his niece and bring her home, taking on the parental role without a second thought.

This is the second part of the Trilogy, which focuses on Hunter. Who's Hunter? Hunter is the firstborn son of the infamous Beast, a hybrid of an Undead and a werewolf. The rightful heir of both the Pack and the Deads. But he doesn't want to take over the packs yet. He wants to meet his mate first. He has been watching his parents' relationship all his life and at the age of 25 he's desperately craving a mate of his own. He yearns for what his parents have.

His fingers were smoothly gliding around his keyboard which I nodded to. "You should know that Hunter is smart but he has a weakness: the arrogant nature he has can be exploited. He has access to Lucas' mansion as he streams everything there. We couldn't find those cameras , so we tried to locate the source of any outgoing bandwidth". I said as I leaned over his shoulder.

“Are you a vampire, too?” I snorted, though my lips curled in disgust. “No, I’m not. I’m a hunter, Ver. I hunt supernatural creatures, monsters, anything that goes bump in the night, to keep humans safe.” “Monsters like me, you mean,” she whispered, fixing her eyes on the muddy ground.

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”

This sentiment is quite understandable, as their lineage lacks werewolf genes, unlike the Valentines and the other retired families known as true-blood hunters. These true-blood hunters possess the coveted werewolf genes that set them apart. In contrast, families like The McKnights and the current hunters within the bureau fall into the category of Lesser Hunters. These Lesser Hunters were once fully human but have acquired supernatural abilities, somewhat akin to those of the true-bloods, through the use of Talismans. While they may not match the true-bloods in strength, they still manage to get the job done.

- Yes, Red, I found my true one, - the man smiled, imagining the face of a girl with incredible emerald eyes. - I have no words, because for the Hunter to find Liara... well, I don't even know... It's almost impossible to survive the explosion of an atomic bomb, while being at the very epicenter of the explosion. After all, Liara can give birth to a true Hunter, who does not need to go through a rite to receive the Gift, he will already be born with him. Such a Hunter will be different from all those who, unlike him, have passed this very rite. Strength, dexterity, hearing, sight and even magic, which the Elders who have lived for many centuries use to learn how to use it and completely subj

“None of your business.” “But did you have to kill him?” Hunter turned around. Ludo could see the hideous face she was scared of. The beards made him look even more horrifying. Ludo moved back trying to hide her face. “Welcome to our world young girl. BLOOD LIVES HERE,” Hunter started the engine.

But cold sweat started to creep down the back of his neck slowly as he clicked on the website address and waited for the web window to open. And Hunter's heart sank. The first page of the web is filled with his enormous photo and the most gruesomely written headings; HUNTER LOUISE THE HEIR OF LOUISE CORP. HAS FAKED HIS DEATH. Hunter's lips thinned reading the headline of the news. He scrolled down the screen quickly, looking at more photos of him in some of the most disgusting poses. The bitch was beside him, holding him possessively. He looks pretty stoned in that photo. He hugged the bitch back and kissed her bare shoulder. One of his hands was on the bitch's shoulder, and his other hand w