Milf Hunter In Another World Novels & Stories

But then I feel a warm reassuring hand on my shoulder. “It’s over now, Elena,” Hunter says and I open my eyes to see that Freya’s body has transformed into that of a brown-furred wolf. It is our true form and the form in which we will all leave this world in. I lean over and kiss Freya’s head. We will meet again, but unlike her words, I pray to the moon goddess that in another world, we will love each other truly as sisters and not have to go down this forsaken road of violence and death.

A pulsating warmth stirred within my dick, my desire growing increasingly evident beneath my clothing. Gently, I disentangled myself from her embrace, my eyes drawn to her face. She was truly breathtaking, a vision of beauty that captivated me. As my gaze lingered on her features, I invoked my 'fiery eyes' ability. In response, crimson, see-through marks materialized on her skin—one gracing her ear, another resting on her upper lip, and a third tucked away on the side of her neck, inviting my attention.

'No way! *** Flint and Kasper stayed for another day in the human world. It seems that the hunter already knows their identity but she still didn't make a move. They are observing and following her but she just continues to live her normal life. Both of them are puzzled about the things she will do. But most importantly, Kasper was confused. 'What am I feeling towards her? This only happens to a werewolf when they meet their mate... Is the hunter... my mate? That can't be!'

He said. I just sat there completely in shock. Then I grabbed my champagne and chugged the class before setting it back on the table. Damien just smiled at me, trying to hide his laughter. “I don’t see how any of this is funny… Do you realize who I am?” I hissed. “Snow, trust me, I know everything there is to know about you.” He said. “No, I don’t think you understand… I am a Hunter. A VAMPIRE HUNTER… You are a Vampire. I’m supposed to kill you. Why would the gods make me your gifted mate? It just doesn’t make sense.” I said.

“Killing you and owning Hilda are side quests to me. None of this is even really about you. You just happen to be in my way. Let me tell you how this all started.” I don’t respond and he doesn’t need me to. He loves the sound of his own voice and I’m a captive audience. “Milo found me in a bar,” he says, eyes distant like he’s reliving the memory. “Came in ranting about magic. How werewolves had no place meddling in that kind of thing. Honestly, we thought he was just some drunkard looking for attention.” Milo. That traitorous bastard. Why come to the human world looking for allies once Damon was gone? What could he possibly have been hoping to achieve.

he commented. What if Hunter has been killed by Malia and Alpha Callum?

Like I had no control over my body, and I could only see Hunter taking off his shirt, hanging it on to a branch giving me an exclusive view of his wonderful, broad, lick worthy chest and abs, and the next second there was no Hunter but a huge fricking wolf growling and ready to prance. WHAT IN THE PARALLEL WORL- Wait a minute. This wolf looks kinda familiar, almost like I have seen him before. OMG HE WAS MEGI!!!! The traitor wolf who ran away after I played with him and gave him my precious food. WHAT THE- so the wolf was Hunter. All along. This bitch was a werewolf from the fucking beginning. From the day he met me. And I'm getting to know about this NOW. How crazy is this? Omg, my suspicio

I love all my readers and I want to do better for all of you. But hey, I have another book coming up. It's a YA/ Teen Romance this time, only you'll find werewolves running the school campus in this new world I created. You can search it up on Goodnovel and just type in "ALPHA HUNTER". Oh, it's a world where only a few hybrids are found too. Let me know your thoughts in the comments, and don't hesitate to leave gems, if you'd like. ;) See you on my next adventure with Ava and Hunter!

To the other side of the earth if possible. “Miss Puhvel is a witch -” I saw Char shoot me a look, but remained quiet as she continued to watch the entire scene avidly- “but Charlotte Woods and RuPaul Carrington are humans. They can’t know about our world. It’s the rules,” the slim hunter explained from behind Nicholae. And when I say behind, I meant like thirty feet and four weapon toting hunters separated them. But somehow, he showed up on the camera, or whatever means through which we were seeing them on a wall that was not a wall.