Mike Hunt Novels & Stories

Timothy unlocked the safe and I immediately reached past him to grab my rifle. I slowly met each one of their eyes. “Count to ten and come find me.” I dashed towards the woods and after glancing behind me to make sure they weren't there, I darted to the left. I ran all the way to the deer field and scaled a tree. I made sure that I was completely concealed. I kept my breathing light and shallow. I waited until I heard them moving through the woods. I scouted the area until I found them, walking carefully through the woods. Timothy lifted his hand and pointed to the left, before pointing to the right. I almost giggled, barely catching myself as I watched them really try to hunt me down. I mad

Maybe he believed Freya, maybe he thought I was the one who had killed Sam and now he was keeping his distance. Through the window, I could see him. He was making his way towards the gates. For a moment, I wanted to go out there, but everyone hated me now. Everyone was blaming me for Sam’s death. A few minutes later, I see Logan walking back towards the packhouse. He wasn’t alone. A big man stood next to him. His dark hair cut into a mohawk. He was littered in piercings too. Giant ones in his ears that stretched them out. As they moved closer to the house, I could see tattoos poking out from under his shirt. He was laughing about something, Logan was too. It was like they were good friends.

Now, that he knew what he needed, he was on the hunt — the hunt for true love. **************************************************** It was November in New York. Charles Michelson had just purchased a townhouse on the Upper East Side. For the past ten months, Charles has been on the search for love in France, London, and Italy. He found plenty of sex — great sex, actually — but no love. He decided to come back to New York to hunt for what he needed, for what he craved.

He said, and I looked at him. "Were you guilty?" I asked. I couldn't help myself. "Of course not. Marco told me that Giles is back, I think he is trying to finish up what he started twenty six years ago." McCain said, looking directly at me, and I smiled at him because I understood what he meant by the look he was giving me. "How are we sure it is Giles Hunter. No one has seen this man in twenty years. He had become a myth when I started hunting." Gavin pointed out, and Marco shook his head.

I couldn't sleep; I kept tossing, turning and thinking about the events of the previous day and the fact that I had to marry a Capo, whatever that meant I remembered when I came across a post on Mace Hunter. It was actually the first time I heard about him; the media described him as one of the most sought-after bachelors in New York and the Heir to Hunter's global company. If only they knew the real Mace Hunter like I have known him these few days. Maybe they will stop reporting lies.

Or preserve my legal standing and watch Hunt Capital die. Michael Hale Sr. has been planning this for thirty-three years. And I have three hours to break a trap that was designed to be unbreakable.

I can’t take my eyes away as he approaches me then rub his head against mine, making me whimper. “What’s wrong?” He questions through the link as he stands beside me. “I’m just not used to affection when in this from. My mother was distant. How are we able to communicate?” I explain through the link and he nods. “Well, you can start getting used to it. You being a hybrid makes your link easier to find and access, it’s your vampire side,” he whispers then licks the side of my face before rubbing his side against mine. “What do you usually hunt?” Hanzo questions, he looks up and starts to take in the scent of the air to locate prey. “I usually hunt deer or whatever I can find if I have to,” I

I wondered myself, how she would be received by them and Mike knew if they held any animosity toward my mate, he would not be bringing his new love interest back to New Moon. “Alright, so we leave for the port in the morning. Another two frickin’ day drive in this goddess awful heat! Hunji you are staying here to go hunt for some bear shifters witch sister?” Mike looked at the reserved and stoic wolf with a raised eyebrow. Hunji nodded back to him “I will stay here for a few days, in case I am needed. Then I will go to Andora and see if I can find where she is being held. I would like to speak with our prisoner before you leave, if I may?”

Hunter’s POV I watched as he smirked seeing me all tied up just like it happened six years ago, Mike was wide awake, he looked confused he is probably not sure how he got here. Fucking asshole. “Never thought I would see you like this again Hunter.” He said in a dominating voice. I didn’t say a word, I have to think. I need to get us out of here. Mike is already hurt because of me and now I have to protect Luke and Lucas.

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and laughed at Nate's smile. The Hunt was on, and the Kreil thought about how thrilled they were with how it had turned out so far. It couldn't have gone better if they planned it themselves. The Hunt had just begun, but the promise of a future with a feisty mate was the best motivation they could have used at that moment. It drove them on as they searched for a footprint on the beach, convinced they would find their mates before the day ended.