Owen Hunt Novels & Stories

"He's carrying royal blood, and he's weak. You grab a pregnant royal Omega, you don't just get a hostage—you get total leverage over the crown. You can blackmail King Madina for half a sector, or sell the kid to the highest bidder on the dark web. It's a goldmine. Half the bounty hunters between here and the core are scrubbing these docks right now, looking for anyone hiding a fresh scent patch." Cold sweat broke out across the back of my neck. Four hundred thousand credits. Criminal syndicates. Bounty hunters. I wasn't just hiding from my father's royal guards anymore. Every cutthroat, mercenary, and syndicate runner on this planet was actively looking for an Omega hiding behind a patch. If

Diana countered. “Doesn’t matter. That has just painted a bigger target on me. I don’t want that Hunter in my home. He needs to go.” I shook my head. “Beyond that, the Hunter’s put himself on Toño’s radar. You said other hunters were hunting him. Plus, you heard him muttering about Bloodmoon. If Bloodmoon werewolves want him, he must get out of my house. Even Caleb doesn’t mess with that pack.” I rubbed my temples growing more frustrated by the second.

Owen turned to face Luke, their gazes clashing in a silent battle. The standoff continued until Owen finally looked down, his resolve crumbling under Luke's unyielding stare. “No, I'm just stating facts,” Owen Hales replied, his tone unwavering. “You better be.” Luke said, his voice low and even. Then he turned to me, his ice-gray eyes softened as he held out a hand. “Come here, little one.” I rolled my eyes inwardly, this wasn't the time or place for nicknames but I got up and went to him anyway after all he was Luke Hunters.

she frowned in disappointment. Owen was astounded to hear her target places and things to go and do. Except for the swimming spot, he knew the rest of where she wished to go and have fun. “Going hunting might consume all your weekend already,” Owen said. “It’s not like the wild animals you are going to hunt will be in a parade, and you can choose which one to shoot from a row in front of you. There are even times when the hunters still return home with an empty hand after a day or two,” he clarified.

A pack of feral wolves surrounded me, dozens of yellow eyes closing in as they prepared to tear me apart. Owen appeared at the last moment. He drove the wolves back and escorted me safely to the royal gates. He was the heir to the Bloodmoon Pack. Strong, confident, and already respected among the wolf clans. To a young princess, he seemed almost heroic. I fell in love with him before I even understood what love meant. From then on I followed him everywhere whenever he came to the capital. I told anyone who would listen that I would marry Owen when we grew up. The court treated it as an inevitable future.

"Hmm. You must know a lot then." "Lion, Owen. Come forward." Owen's heart skipped. He stood up from the bench he sat on and walked toward his boss. Alexa looked at him and remembered Leo telling her about his informant that is Owen. Could it be him? "I don't want you guys to take this the wrong way, but to be safe..." Mr. Hodge looked at Alexa. "The one at my left is Owen, the one at my right is Lion and Steve who brought you to me."

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

Phoenix quickly speaks while looking up at Ares and cuddles into his arms. “I had a brother?” Freya asks while looking up at Jonathan who gently nods with a sad guilty expression. “Yes, Owen was younger, Orin tolerated and helped raise him because he loved your mother, making him look past him not being his son. He was a scientist and worked for Orin for a time, until Orin discovered he was experimenting on his own people. Orin was a bastard and wanted to enslave the wolves while using humans as blood bags, but he did not approve of hurting his own people. Owen was banished about 20 years ago and died maybe three years ago, I thought her scent was a little familiar,” Jonathan answers while l

In the continent of Elysium, magic has dried up and monsters have descended. The only way to survive is to participate in a game called "Hide and Seek." Only the winning races receive rewards and a chance to live. The Werewolf Clan drew me—a twenty-two-year-old half-blood werewolf. I was painfully thin, having been locked in a dungeon for the past fifteen years. The live chat scrolling before my eyes was filled with despair: [What the hell? This is our clan’s representative?] [A girl a strong breeze could knock over? Is she even an adult?] [I bet she bursts into tears the second she sees a monster.] [It’s over. We’re so dead. I knew we’d lose this time. Are the werewolves really going to be

Austin turned when he heard his name, I took a deep breathe and turned with him. Owen Pratt stood before us, he looked very rich and powerful. He is tall, has dark hair and green eyes, wearing a fancy suit. He smiled and offered his hand. Austin shook it firmly. “Owen. Impressive event.” “Thank you for coming.” Owen said and nodded his head in appreciation. “I was thinking we could work on something together. I believe can accomplish great things together.” Austin nodded in agreement. “I would like to know more.” Then he turned to me.