Milf Hunter In Another World Novels & Stories

TEN YEARS LATER Liam came with a grunt, softly kissing my cheek he hovered over me for a moment; holding himself up with his arms. After a few moments, when he knew he was completely spent, he pulled out and headed toward my shower. I wrinkled my nose, this was not my favorite time of the month, and I hated the mess of his fluids dripping out of me and down my thigh. Ten years had passed since I had first become a Hunter, and one of the few women ones at that. Liam and I both had entered at the same time, and were around the same age. We got along well enough and were in the same unit; so when the decree for procreation came to be, I had propositioned him for my own safety.

He walked over to the seat next to the hood girl while grinning widely with his eyes fixed at the girl. "What with him, why is he looking at me that way," she asked herself as she shift slightly on her sit. "Don't mind him, Lily. Guys like him are lowlife just like Ian Grayson who are only after innocent nerd like you chastity, that the only reason why they act nice and warm-hearted around you when they are Demon in making", she sent a mental note to herself nodding her head in approval before covering her face more with the hood and concentrating on the textbook in front of her.

His fingers trail over my skin, down between my breasts and towards my pussy as his lips found my neck. Everything about me wanted this. I wanted to bathe in his scent. I wanted his cock to fill me. I wanted him, I needed him. Before his fingers go any further, he stops and tells me that someone is coming. I was mortified, it was just like when he had teased me in his bedroom. “It’s time to go back, Lana!” A female with tight blonde curls and carrying a torch makes her way into the dark dungeon. She looked to be my age, I reckon I could take her. I was about to call my wolf forward when Logan grabs my arm, his voice entering my head “Don’t Lana, she isn’t what she says she is!”

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.

I ask, deep in thought. We hear an audible groan in the background, and if could picture Hunter now, he was probably palming his face at the moment in annoyance. "You're getting off topic." Hunter practically grits through his teeth. "I don't care if your assassin is a girl, guy, trans, non-conforming, personal, eunuch, intersex, or a bloody tree for that matter." He begins, pure annoyance radiating from his tone. "We'll we can rule out the Huntress being a tree. It wouldn't..." I begin, however, Hunter cuts me off.

"I'm sorry, OK? I just love teasing you. You know that you are hot, and your scent is a serious turn-on to at least ninety percent of the creatures living in the Dark Realm, and yet you're so adorably innocent…" I groaned in frustration and got into the black van. Hunter closed the door and rushed to sit beside me from the other side. He gave me a pleading look while barely managing to resist a smile. The driver started the engine, and I spent a few minutes calming myself and trying not to kill my bodyguard. Fortunately, looking at the forest stretching along the road turned out to be soothing enough. I exhaled slowly. "So what? Are you trying to say that most guys living in the Dark Realm w

“I don’t know what you think I am, but I’m not…” “I am the High Priestess of the White Coven,” she interrupted. “And you are a witch, Mira.” I shook my head violently. “No. I don’t believe you. Witches are not real.” “And the master of this house isn't a werewolf,” she said casually. A bitter laugh slipped out of my mouth. “This is all a hallucination. It's not real.” “It is your reality,” she snapped, and the air around me seemed to thicken with her anger. “You were brought here for a reason. Have you found the demon energy?”

She whispered to herself as sleep took over. “HUNTER DO YOU HEAR ME TALKING TO YOU! I JUST TOLD YOU THAT ME AND YOUR PUP ALMOST DIE AND YOU'RE JUST NOW CHECKING ON US! IT'S LIKE WE'RE ALWAYS AN AFTERTHOUGHT TO YOU!” Ahnyla yelled as she paced the floor. Her pup was crying, probably hungry but not wanting her breast milk. “Did you hear that?” Hunter asked frowning. “Of course I heard what I said, what is wrong with you.” Ahnyla said clearly annoyed. “No, someone was calling me, pleading for me to help, oh my Goddess it's Oceana she's connecting with me again. I need to go and tell the alpha I made contact with her again.” Hunter said as the bee lined it to the door. Ahnyla blocked his path ho

"When I was living in the human world, I met my best friend. She was like a twin sister to me sent from above. We had great memories together, but..." "But?" he asked, his brows furrowing as he stared at me. "Her name is Hazel. It turns out that she's the daughter of Mr. Calderon, the leader of all the hunters who were killing half of the population of the wolves. They became wealthy because of selling the wolves to the black market, chopping their bodies up for their personal desires." "How did you know that she's the daughter of that hunter?"

She should've had her guard up, but she was too freaked out from reading about Garin's mom. The younger shifters had told scary stories around the campfires about a blue-eyed demon who killed unwary wolves in a very particular way. They named her The Huntress. To this day, that name sent spikes of ice down Willow's spine. The Huntress was said to kill her victims slowly, using blades instead of bullets or arrows.