Luke Bryan Hunting Novels & Stories

Beta Ryan had already changed to his Lycan waiting for Luke. The sound of bone cracking filled the air and a black Lycan was seen standing on his two feet, his eyes were red with rage and claws elongated. Luke’s Lycan Theo stood in front of Ryan’s Lycan. “Take him down” Luke whispered to Theo. “Let the duel begin” Channel rung the bell. Ryan ran as fast as he could towards Fenrir but he dodged his attack. He sprinted towards him the second time and he still dodged it. Feeling angry Ryan pounced on him hitting his paws on his chest.

Jake reached for my back and patted me slowly as I tried to maintain a solid standing position, “ I am not telling you this to remind you of what happened that day. I just want to let you know that, no matter what happens, I will always be here to protect you. Even you Abby. I am strong enough to keep you both from the evil out there, so don’t hesitate to rest on me. I will do everything within my power to protect you.” As Abby and I approached Jake for a long hug, my heart squeezed some more. I found myself replaying moments where Adonis kept reminding me of the fact that he would always protect me. He has indeed protected me but he is nowhere to be seen. As we dissolved our hug, Abby took

“This is adorable, really, but I’m not an interested in whatsoever is going on so maybe we can dial back the testosterone before someone rips their shirt off?” Neither of them laughed. In fact, Luka’s hold on me pulsed hotter, almost buzzing. His pupils were still huge, showing the blue flecks in his eyes, and it wasn’t just adrenaline. It was that same current I had felt when I touched him. And Bryan—god. His eyes burned like wildfire, scorching and cutting, but underneath was something I hadn’t seen before. Need. “Bryan” I tried again, because one of us had to be sane. “It’s fine. Rookie has just got boundary issues.”

Everyone was focused on the task at hand, and I had no doubt that we would all keep that focus. Brynn held her hand up to get us all to stop. She moved over to a bush on the side of the path and knelt down in front of it. I followed her and waited for her to explain what she found. Tracking was one of the many things that Mike taught her. I should not be surprised any longer whenever I find out new skills that she possessed. She took her phone out of her pocket and snapped a couple of pictures and maximized them for me. There was a set of footprints in front of the bush and blood on its branches. It was not much to go on, but it was our first clue thus far.

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.

My retaliation was a public humiliation in front of the entire university that Gary could not simply ignore. The game of humiliation he had carefully planned had turned into a public judgment of him and his lackeys. It broke the last of his restraint and made him go mad. He dropped the civility and stopped testing the waters. That night, the app posted an unprecedented "Ultimate Hunting" Quest. The title was crimson red. [Ultimate Hunting Quest. Capture Sinead alive and take her to the abandoned classroom building in the north.]

One of the hunters said, and some of them agreed. "I doubt if that will be a good idea, judging by his reputation and the fact that his father might be involved." Marco said, and some hunter's disagreed. "Those people were guilty and the Hunter's did their job. This is a different case here. We have a copycat, aiming for his or her personal goal using the Hunter's method. Unless the Wilde pack, the McCain pack, Linus' Family and the Forestwood coven is guilty of crimes against humans, it is impossible that Giles will come after them." Another hunter pointed out, and Gavin and I had achieved our purpose.

But there had been reports from Storm, our friend from the secret organization, that Bennett flew to Vegas a week ago. That rattled me up, prompting me to request a huge favor from Noah. That is taking over the CEOship of Hunter Hotel in Vegas. “We should have cornered Bennett last time if Noah had not interfered.” Flint lamented. He was rubbing his face in frustration. It had been years, but getting the justice we sought had been elusive. The old Bennett is slippery as f*ck! Yeah, he was Luke’s father. Luke is the man we agreed to match with Briana. His family had been under our radar for a while because his family was responsible for our parents’ deaths.

His laughter, low and cold, carried on the wind before the battle had even begun. "So," Bryan sneered, stepping into the moonlight. His frame was larger than most wolves, scarred from battles long past. "The fathers come to fight in place of their children. Tell me, Lyod — has your daughter run out of courage that she sends you instead? Are Kimberly and Gabriel afraid that they will lose against me again?" Lyod’s lips curled back in a snarl. "Careful with your tongue. Kimberly is worth a thousand traitors like you. Tonight, you face judgment, Bryan. You will pay for all your sins."

In the story, Ekansh had always despised Shanaya for the harm she caused Naina, and now that hatred burned in his gaze. “Do you know what I think, Shanaya?” Ekansh murmured, leaning closer. “I think you finally got what you wanted. Rehan’s attention. Unfortunately for you…” He smiled, a slow, dangerous curve of his lips. “It’s the last thing you’ll ever have.” He drew a dagger from his belt, the blade glinting ominously in the dim light. Shama’s breath hitched. Her mind screamed for her to do something—anything—but terror rooted her in place. *I’m going to die here... in a world that isn’t even mine.* Ekansh raised the dagger, his expression cold and determined.