Owen Hunt Novels & Stories

“It’s best to come with us before the others find you.” Others? “Listen, I think you have the wrong girl. I’m just a bounty hunter.” I pushed Lukas a little, and I took in the men in front of us. They were all wearing the same clothing style as the men who had met us in the bar close to the industrial sector, but what stood out was a small pin they all had on their left breast—an owl in flight. They were Noctua. Another man came forward and flashed me a picture. My picture.

“I will get you the book that mentions soul gifts. There is a way to filter the glow. But you’ll need to choose your hunt weapon first before you can practice doing that. We will make it a priority.” Ok, that makes me feel better. At least I won’t be a hinderance to anyone I’m assigned to hunt with. I haven’t been assigned to a leader or team yet since I just turned 18. I can tell all the hunt leaders are relieved at hearing that. Alpha Avery clears his throat, shifting the group’s attention back to him. “Raven, can you tell us what you saw with your gift?” I tell them about how I could see what his intention was, how it looked like his soul was split in two and conflicted. The way that it w

Kai hissed. He shoved me back, his arm a bar of iron across my chest. We froze. At the far end of the corridor, where the shadows pooled thickest, a drone drifted into view. It wasn’t one of the friendly campus delivery bots. This was a Hunter model, sleek, black chrome, shaped like a teardrop, with a single, glowing red eye scanning the floor. It hovered, the hum of its anti-grav engine vibrating in my teeth. It turned. The red eye swept toward us.

The sun was shining, my wounds were healing perfectly, Vincent had solved the five million dollar problem without breaking a sweat, and Hunt Classics would be operational in a month. For the first time in months, I felt genuine hope about the future. Not the desperate grasping hope of someone drowning, but actual optimism based on concrete progress and realistic plans.

With everyone watching, Hellen, Paul, John, and a young man came across the crowd and arrived at the stage. Aurora immediately recognized that young man as the Ravenwood’s middle son, Owen. Owen was a large and sturdy man with his bulging muscles and bushy mustache. He seemed like one of those people who would pick up a random fight on the street. And as the matter of fact, Owen was exactly like that: hot-tempered, aggressive, and abusive.

He didn't appear to be upset to be joining his mate at all. Of the more than 3,000 omegas that had started The Hunt, only 243 were still unclaimed. That night, 243 Hunters returned to the castle and planned the next phase of their attack. Because, at this point in the game, their animalistic nature could do nothing less than attack.

He first had the window cracked, face tilting toward the moonlight. “I was thinking—maybe you should find him, and say thank you.” “It did cross my mind,” Nevena murmured, weariness in her tone. “But I’m not sure he’d agree to meet me.” “You know where he stays?” “Of course—, Mr Hunt took me to his house one time”. “Antonio Hunt—is that him?” Junior rolled to face her. “Yeah… how do you know him?” she asked, brow raised. “Everyone knows him.” He grabbed his phone and typed. “Mr. Hunt is the leading casino conglomerate in New Mexico—look.”

All he knew was that he did not wish to lose his Alpha protector and the mere fact that Porter could give him what he craved most in the world had made Owen's heartache all the more agonizing. Sadly due to his upbringing and the drugs, the sexualized omega Owen had never experienced the mating ritual nor had Conway until this recent occurrence with Porter Fulton, a surefire indication that Owen's greatest fear had been yet to be realized. He tried his best to hurry after Porter but had lost sight of him once he descended into a mad dash in a direction that had been covered from his view by way of the other numerous looming trees that made up the woods, but none had been as prominent and old

Dizzy romantic love was a much better topic of thought than gunshots and corpses. “So, what does Mr. Wonderful do?” "He's a veterinarian. I met him when I took my niece to the zoo a few weeks ago. He works with big exotics.” Owen winked at me. “I won't tell you what he looks like. Let's see if you can figure it out for yourself when he comes." Usually I didn't mind this game, but not today. "Owen, the last few days have been tough. Can we do without mystery?" He stopped smiling esya, having heard my words. "Did something else happen?"

When she was done, she stepped aside and Owen took her place beside me. “How long have I been out?” I asked. “A little over a day. I have to leave here in a little while to go detain someone,” Owen told me. I looked at him with a sour expression on my face, then asked, “Why? What’s going on?” “Do you know Mallory Ray?” he asked me. “Yeah, that’s Danny’s mate that rejected him.” “Well, she hired rogue mercenaries to kill you and the pups. I’m going with them to arrest her and bring her to justice.”