Luz And Hunter Novels & Stories

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.

He knows nothing. Luca crouched down near him. Hunter reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. His hair and beard have outgrown. He had lost weight and looked wasted. "Do you think you'll find her like this?" Luca said curtly. Hunter raised his red-shot eyes meeting his silver gaze causing Luca to flinch. He had never seen so much pain in his eyes before. He looked completely broken. Destiny was the biggest twisted curveball and a web of absolute deceit. Luca hated fate so much that he couldn't explain it in words and now Hunter was going through the same thing. The person he hurt so much turned out to be his mate.

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.”

He was giving nothing away. "You will find, my love, that sometimes it is better to live with the anticipation than to find out the truth too early and ruin the excitement of The Hunt," Richard said conspiratorially to Izzy. Her eyes twinkled as she glanced up at her dad with a smile. "Oh, Daddy, I don't really think there is anything in the entire world that could ruin the excitement of my Hunt," she said, laughing as she surveyed the room. She was looking for someone who might catch her eye the way a mate might. She was not making any headway; each face looked the same as the last, and the hall was filled with crowds of people, too many to see at one time. No one stood out to her. She woul

“A human?” “Not just a human.” I stepped forward, keeping the knife between us. “A hunter.” His lips curled into a sneer as he took a step toward me, his movements slow and deliberate. “You must be Riley’s pet.” His eyes raked over me, his grin widening. “I can smell him all over you. Leave it to Riley to fuck up this bad. A human? And not just any human—a hunter?” He barked a laugh. “Call it off.” My voice was steady, though every muscle in my body was coiled tight. “Whatever you’re planning to do to him, end it. I heard you, Liam. You killed Marcus, not Riley.”