Owen Hunt Novels & Stories

Her mind was fully present now and her intuition slipped through the next few seconds, but she didn't seem to want to prevent her from entering. Aurelia kicked open the brown wooden door and stuck her gun into the room. After a few turns, she found that he was deserted. First relief, then dismay. There weren't any hegeduns here, but Row and Aiden were nowhere to be seen. Now her heart slipped into her pants, she fell into a deep hole. The two were gone! Killed or abducted, she didn't know. She took a step on the carpet and it crunched under her soles. They were small splinters of an injection arrow with a blue tip. The fine needle was bent and the flattened front part had broken off. After t

The Hunter Organization. A mysterious entity that Mr. Aikens, Mane’s teacher back at the Wielder Academy, had refused to speak on. Although they had built and nurtured Wielder Academies all over the planet of Zandor, very little was known about those who were the true backbone of this institution. All that the commonfolk knew was that it was comprised of individuals called hunters who farmed and killed dangerous creatures and sold them to wealthy merchants for processing. There were rumours that they were also in charge of protecting the world, but when Zandor had been invaded, they disappeared. This made people realize that it was this was a baseless rumour.

He was the first creature to ever, in her entire decade of slaying, to escape her. Since that night she had been completely thrown off her game, and it was all his fault. Now she was crouched here, trapped in a building with a hungry and murderous rogue werewolf because of her sloppy and poorly executed plan. She pulled out her phone but hesitated with it. It was on silent, it would be a total rookie mistake to not have it on silent whilst out hunting. What made her hesitate was how dark the warehouse was. Once she unlocked it, even though her brightness was turned down, it would still be bright enough to draw attention.

On the pink home page, all the other women's photos had disappeared. Only my photo remained, hanging alone in the center, locked onto by a huge, bloody red "Hunting" icon. Below it was a new line in bold black text. [Exclusive Hunting Mode activated.] The target of the new Quest was simple and crude. [At the public lecture three days from now, get Sinead soaked in front of everyone.] [Quest Reward, two thousand dollars.] The words "soaked" had been written in red, loaded with insult and innuendo.

“I’ve seen Hunter try to get close to Jonea a few times. And it seems like Jonea’s still willing to meet him. If there’s no mutual interest, that wouldn’t happen, right? Why are you so slow to catch on?” “What? Hey, who do you think you are, calling me slow?” I even glared at Owen Rivers, the guy every girl on the planet adores. I’m probably the only one who would dare do that. “Owen, I don’t know how you know my friend, but honestly, you’re the one who’s slow!” I said firmly. “I’m 100% sure it’s not Hunter—he’s not the guy Jonea likes!” Owen looked at me coldly, tilting his head slightly. “If it’s not Hunter Abraham, then who is it? As her friend, you must know Hunter’s got a bad reputation

"And a werewolf." Owen nodded to Meira and then to Charlotte before focusing on me again. Funny, he was the younger, but seemed to be their leader. "I'm Owen, in case you hadn't figured that out." His smile was a sunny day, a refreshing walk in a warm rain. I adored him immediately. "And that is my sister, Trillia." "Trill," she grumbled. Owen flashed his very white teeth. "Trill. Zornov." Sassy hissed softly at the name, but didn't comment and Owen must have missed it because he went on. "It seems we're in your debt."

His pursuits were fierce and intense, and he never failed. Owen looked hurt. "Little Kitten, how could you?" Helma glanced at him and said in a cold voice, "Mr. Pearce, a hare doesn't eat the grass near its burrow..." "Well, if I don't eat the grass around my burrow, should I leave it for other hares instead?" Owen's words were thorny, but his face was handsome. The bad boy persona was one of the reasons women fell for him. "Kitten, my manor has a nice view. Do you want me to take you to see it?"

I say before I zoom in on the figure approaching us. “Cometh thou Juliet, Romeo,” Owen says in our old english teacher’s tone. I am pretty sure that he has no idea what he just said, but I don’t bother responding to that because we have bigger problems now. “Fuck! That’s not her!” I can’t help but panic. I don’t know Hunter much, but I know that he is too compulsively obsessive. He is definitely not the type that would just change plans without communicating before hand. “Are you sure? It looks like her and everything has been to the tee so far,” Owen says.

Hunt struggling started to run towards them but then Milan dropped the cage and it stopped him. "This can't hold him off. We need to hide" Milan said to them. And soon Hunt lifted the cage off him growling. That was when Olivia walked in. Adrian had gone to call her that something was wrong with Hunt. Olivia, who still didn't know that Jeremy and Hunt are the same person, rushed down. Hunt was racing towards where Milan and Jeremy's parents were hiding when Olivia called his name. "Hunt!" She called. The wolf gave a half that made the place shake a little. Olivia moved closer to it.

He replied as he sulked and I was tempted to ruffle his hair and tell him how cute he looked. “Your cousin? You both do look alike though.” Which was true. They both had similarities in their facial features. “Do you feel better?” He asked and I nodded, not wanting to cause him anymore trouble. “So, husband. Tell me more about yourself.” His face lit up the moment I called him husband and she moved to sit on the chair in front of me. “My name is Owen Walker. I'm the owner of The W’s and-” “The W’s? Like- THE W’S?? The biggest networking industry in the whole of Michigan? You're the owner? Man, you're a billionaire!” I exclaimed and he finally had a proud expression on his face. I'm a great a