Mission: Save The Hunter Novel Novels & Stories

I mutter, shaking his warm hand “Are they going to follow us?” “Not if they know what’s good for them.” I mutter. He doesn’t say anything, just nods his head. “You don’t like wolves?” He shakes his head at me. “That’s why I carry a gun.” “But you took my word?” “That could be a shitty move on my part. But my mom always said I should help a woman in need. You looked like you needed it.” When we are out of the trees. I felt relieved. The wolves wouldn’t be able to follow me now. Blake wouldn’t be able to send them after me. Not in wolf form anyway.

"Neither I need that monster to save me, nor I am afraid of you and your huge army that you are so proud of. So don't even think that by saying all these you are going to succeed in changing my mind." "Oh, shit! I totally forgot that you are still weeping because of your mate's supposed betrayal," He laughed, seemingly unaffected by anything I had said, "I have to admit, Hunter Rodriguez really tried to save his mate and his pack, but he made only one mistake—He failed to understand my main target and because of that you are here; Under my captive." Did Hunter try to save me? What was he talking about? "What do you mean?" I asked, unknown dismay shrouding my insides.

Later on, Aleister attacked a werewolf and dragged him to a dark alley. “Who are you?! Let me go!” “Relax, calm down. I’m not here to hurt you. I’m not going to hurt you, only if you tell me where Louve is headed.” “Why would I tell you?!” Aleister pushed the werewolf to Hunter. “Hold him tight! Tell me where is Louve headed! I have to save Madison!” “No! Besides, why would a vampire save the luna?! Are you insane?!” “Yes, he is insane! Insane for betraying his family just to save a girl! Now tell us where that guardian, whatever, is headed!” Hunter said as he holds the guy tighter which caused him pain.

‘I am weak, but I can try,’ she says and I nod. I walked up to the arena and jumped inside the ring, making the entire crowd gasp and roar in anger but I didn’t care. I shifted into my beautiful, big white wolf. Her fur shone brightly just like the moonlight in a cold, dark night. Right now, Hunter is in the darkness. And I want to be the light that guides him out of it. He needs me, and I’m going to bring him back. HUNTER’s POV Darkness. Cold, bottomless darkness. I couldn’t remember how I got here or why, but I remember that I was fighting my father… or should I even call him that?

What kind of man was it who would leave his own child to fend for himself all his life and not even bother to say a few good words? When he was back in Australia, he had returned home and he had claimed the name Hunter. It was his by birthright and he had changed his surname by a deed-poll. That was the only thing he had taken from his father, just like he had promised. But whatever that package might contain from Bolivia, he was already dreading the effect that it might have on his life. He could not deal with this now under any circumstances. He was in his office and he had brought these things along with him. As if they held a magnetic power on him, he could not deny the fact that he was

A woman with a lower will might surrender after 3-5 encounters, while a strong-willed individual, such as a CEO or president, may require significantly more effort, potentially 10-15 encounters before she considers surrendering. As he read through the details, he noticed a roadmap outlining different milestones: 10, 25, 50, 100, 200, 500, and 1000. Each milestone indicated a reward for making 10 women surrender, with progressively greater rewards for each subsequent level—25, 50, 100, 200, and so on. The system seemed to promise increasing challenges and rewards as he advanced.

The tension in the air was filled with rage, and Marissa shivered. More whirring sounds. Marissa grabbed the nearest hunter, shoving him in front of her. His eyes widened as an arrow plunged into his chest, his eyes wide. Marissa used him as a shield as more arrows came flying from high in the trees. Shouts could be heard as hunters attempted to run while others foolishly tried to shoot, unable to see where the attackers were. Marissa breathed heavily, turning in circles, protecting herself from the flying arrows as they whirred all around her. Hunters dropped like flies, clutching at their chests, and others were hit in the back as they tried to run away. It seemed like a lifetime before it

I rolled my eyes at him, and he gave another shout of laughter. The ride continued in silence until we got to the main highway. I could see a dark shadow of a vehicle parked off to the side and realized it was Nellie and the other warrior. They flashed their lights at us and followed us up on to the highway. I sat back in my seat and closed my eyes. “Is it true you were a werewolf hunter?” Bob asked. I opened my eyes to see him looking at me earnestly. “Yeah,” I acknowledged.

Edna couldn't believe what she had just heard. Her mother, a hunter, had saved werewolves? It went against everything she had been taught growing up. The code of hunters was clear - to hunt those who hunted them, to eliminate the threat to their kind. Saving the very creatures, they were supposed to be fighting against was unthinkable. "My mother saved werewolves?" Edna asked incredulously. "I can't believe it. But she was a hunter and I know that hunters follow a code, and that code is to hunt those who hunt us. But saving those who hunt us, isn't it going against the code?"

I pick up where I left off “Hunter is holding Quinn’s grandchild hostage. A six-month-old baby. He killed her mother and he’s using her to make Quinn work for him.” The anger seeping into Roman’s veins leaks into mine too and his jawline protrudes as he grits his teeth. “Hunter killed the baby’s mother?” I swallow and nod. Roman clenches his hands into fists and his eyes turn stormy. They have to be saved. “My plan involves a party of sorts, right here in the Ironclaw packhouse. You can invite him and we both know he’ll come, it’ll draw him away from the packhouse where I can go in to save Quinn.”