Owen Hunt Novels & Stories

Then he walked in and darkened the glass wall. Fuck! Aside from my family, there was another person I had to get rid of so I could be at peace with Quinn. He was Owen Willow Drew, Alpha and heir to the Drew Law & Firm. He's a demon disguised as a helper of people. He's more dangerous than he looks from the outside.

COLE I sat with a couple of high-ranking members of the brotherhood as we waited for the food to be served. We had already begun to discuss a couple of things; business and of course, rivals that arose from it. At a point, Owen decided to introduce another topic. "I told him I was going to buy the field, but he kept refusing. I ended his life a week ago. His daughter is automatically an orphan, so I took her in." Owen had a filthy look in his eyes as he let us in on his new 'prize-less' possession.

The guard saluted, his face a mixture of confusion and excitement, “But what about you, sir?” “I’m going to see who comes when they think no one is home.” Owen scanned the area, picking out his perfect hiding place. He wanted to watch and see what the enemy plan was. If his hunch was right, Natalia Reacher’s silent bodyguard would be behind this. There was little information about the male, but what Raphe had uncovered and shared with Callum and Owen was enough. Technically a rogue, but aligned with the Forest Run Clan; enough murders attributed to him that other rumors of mysterious deaths or kidnappings were also considered his work.

"We have a problem. Owen is missing." The warmth from Noah's words evaporated instantly. "What do you mean missing?" "He left the safe house we arranged in San Diego two days ago and hasn't been heard from since. His contact number is disconnected." Rebecca's expression was tight with worry. "He's fifteen and newly awakened and completely alone." "Could he have just left? Decided to go back to Portland?" "Possibly. But the timing is bad. There have been hunter movements in the San Diego area. Not official ones. Off the books."

I whispered as fidgeted with my fingers "Well don't look so glum I'm here to give you a second chance if your willing to take it, it's your choice" "What do you mean" "I mean you have a choice if you wanna become a hunter, here we are at the hunter institute where we recruit and train people to become hunters to defend threats to the supernatural and human community " I just stared at him as he continued "There are also hunters that are part of an elite group called assassin hunters, they are few but they are the strongest and most powerful of all the hunters , chris here is part of that group", he glanced at chris then back to me "he's a vampire with special abilities one of them being he c

As if bleeding before giving birth was an everyday thing for me. A new year has arrived, but old commitments remain: Hunter, with the second nomination for the Best Player award, wins more sponsors and consequently more parties, photoshoots and commercials, not that I don’t like to see him looking all hot in the photos showing the six-pack, but I feel terrible around him for not having the little perfect body that I had before.

The beating of wings, large wings and the stench of sulphur. “Odin, do you smell it? I smell the scent of that werecat prisoner.” It was Julian’s voice. Both Dakari and Lainey recognized it. He was the most cheerful of the weredragons but not nice by any stretch. Lainey’s eyes filled with dread and tears began to mass. “I smell something. I heard Lord Hassan killed the werecat. Maybe he did it here.” Odin answered. “I heard that too. All during that battle though, he kept swearing he hadn’t touched the prisoner.” Julian sniffed the air again.

I messed up bad this time. However, my breath catches in throat with his next few words. “Why can’t you be like Owen? He has found his mate and is currently going through the mating process. He is also still in the race for the Beta position.” What? Owen has found his mate. Is that why I haven’t seen him or been able to contact him for the last few days? Ugh… My life sucks.

He added as he seriously stared at us with his coal eyes. “Man, you’re so cheeky,” the browned-haired woman from before replied as she crossed her hands and legs. Another man just beside Black-haired, repulsively spat, “Two versus five? You serious?” He sneered, “Well, that’s better than one versus five though.” This guy is wearing a black hood, failing me to take a glimpse of his exteriors. He’s also wearing some leather hunting boots, concluding that he’s indeed a primitive hunter. Another guy standing beside Black-haired possessed the biggest build among the four and is also the quietest one. An ax in his hand and a horned armor on his head. His skin was leathered, sun-bitten.

I was quick to hire the best investigators money could buy to find him. It took them three days to find him. Might have been less if I had found the patched letter on the floor earlier. Matteo Leone. Pretty boy had a pretty name. He was twenty three years old. There was nothing much on him, except his family and his hidden hobbies. He was bisexual. The folder contained rumors that suggested he was living under his father's thumb. I couldn't fathom how any father could treat their own child like hazardous dirt. So, I had searched for more.