Luz And Hunter Novels & Stories

the female hunter taunted. Rose and Lily exchanged a quick glance, a silent agreement passing between them. Then, their silver eyes began to glow, casting luminous light across their skin. They moved in perfect sync, raising their free hands to the same height, their fingers splayed. A sudden, invisible force rippled outward, sending the female hunter stumbling back as if she’d slammed into an unseen wall.

A loud thunderclap awakened me in the middle of the night. I tried to open my eyes even though my eyelids were heavy, and my body ached as if it was about to separate the joints. After struggling for a while, I finally became a little more awake. Since I joined the werewolf hunter organization, this is the first time I've fallen into this predicament. As a hunter, my eyes also have a few advantages over an average human. Like now, even though I'm just in a closed, dark space, it's still enough for me to see everything thanks to the faint light emitted from the round lamp hanging above my head.

The hunters knew that they were getting close. They crept forward, their weapons at the ready, until they caught sight of Tate standing in a clearing, his massive form silhouetted against the moonlit sky. Without hesitation, the hunters opened fire, their silver bullets ripping through the air and striking Tate with deadly force. Tate came to realize at that moment that he had been on a bad path for so long and barely escaped from the hunters. He went back home to his brother, and Marcus gladly allowed him take back his place knowing that he really had changed.

The fresh breeze and the view at night were absolutely worth the peace he always searched for. Luca sat beside him holding his own beer as they took a sip. The wind softly twirls with their hair strands giving them a softer look. "You didn't have to go so hard on her," Luca said. It was always like this. Luca would be there when Hunter needed him and Hunter would be there when Luca needed him. Hunter didn't have to ask him who he was talking about. He already knows. "She's lying," Hunter gritted. "How are you so sure?" He questioned.

Ash and Hunter sat on the floor of the back building. It was getting dark outside but they didn't turn the lights on. Turning the lights on might have called attention to them, so they chose to sit in the semi-darkness. They kept the door ajar, letting in just enough light for them to see each other's faces. "You and I, we're werewolves," he said simply. Hunter's face was serious. He didn't smile like he usually did, which made his face seem unfamiliar to Ash. She was used to seeing Hunter as a friendly guy. Even as he seemed out of reach for her, he always had a happy air about him.

Her heart raced, pounding in her ears, the world fading around her. Just when she thought she might lose consciousness entirely, a brilliant light erupted from the locket resting against her chest. It surged forth with blinding intensity, enveloping her in a warm, radiant glow. Ekansh recoiled in agony as an electric shock coursed through his arm, where it made contact with her body. The light shot through Shama, illuminating her features and sending ripples of power radiating outward. The force of it was staggering, knocking Ekansh back and loosening his grip just enough for her to draw a desperate breath.

Lucia "W-welcome home, Hunter." I stammered, my mind still trying to wrap around this discovery. The last time I had seen Hunter was the night he had held a gun to my husband's head. Back then, he had been a thin, scrawny boy with acne. He had always been quiet, and steered clear from me. The step son I remembered was a shy, nervous kid who wore clothes that were two sizes too big and always had headphones on. This large man in front of me was the complete opposite of that boy.

"His name is Alessandro De Luca. And he has agreed to invest in the company in exchange for your hand in marriage." The world stopped.

A design made not by a god but of a god, in fact—an accomplice of the dark, maybe even darkness himself. No one told me darkness looks so beautiful. I notice now that he doesn’t have his eye patch on. He seems different without it, but no better. Eye patch or not, Hunter will always reserve the elegance of a waterfall. Luivanne once succeeded in distracting me. But only for a moment. Now, being a little close to Hunter, his eyes are becoming quite clear to me. I move my head back to rest it on Luivanne’s chest before whispering, “Tell me what lady won’t go berserk when their eyes behold that.”

Luz opened her mouth, feeling the same desire, resting her chin on his shoulder, feeling his hands massaging her back and going down to her ass. With his eyes closed, he didn't notice his father approaching. Anthony felt such fury seeing Luz clinging to Atlas, even more so reading her expression. He saw them from afar in the room, finding it strange because of the delay, and having seen Alyssa talking to Lorenzo. Anthony, unable to bear the scene, put the gun to the back of the blonde's head. Luz opened her eyes and became desperate. Atlas continued to hold her in his arms and whispered “Everything will be fine, don’t say anything, think about our baby”