Pemburu Wanita Novels & Stories

What else is opposed when they have made a decision. Women were imbued with an instinct to avoid them, the alarm in their conscience would always give a warning that high-ranked Human Predator Beasts ranked *Amethyst and above, were dangerous creatures. These women are naturally equipped with knowledge. If they were someone who was mentally weak, they wouldn't be able to handle those men. Pairing up with those who have high ranks in the predator class is like a double-edged sword, full of risks from various aspects.

“In secret.” It was the most intriguing offer he had heard all evening. She must want more from the game than just the rush. In almost every city in the world, he had also run into people of her kind. Women who had the same evil yearning as him. Women who were aware of him and actively sought out such animals, pursuing peril and death as though they were the most accomplished of lovers.

“Thirty-five dollars! I just wanted to do something, just one thing that wasn’t yours!” She swung the bat again, glass crunching under her heels. “I am your wife!” she screamed, her voice breaking with every word. “Not your servant, not your toy, not some thing you can press against your desk and…” Her gaze snapped to the mahogany desk. Slowly, she walked toward it, tears streaking her face, rage shaking through her body. Knight’s eyes followed her, still silent, still unreadable. Genesis raised the bat, her voice low, shaking. “You pressed me against this table…” she said, choking out a laugh that sounded like a sob. “And said I came here to get fucked.”

Even his gaze spoke of sparks and heat, warm from the hues of gold within his irises. “It’s exactly what it sounds like. You’ll hate it, of course. It’s very brut-ish.” A sardonic smile came and went so quickly I almost missed it. “The males in attendance consist almost entirely of Alpha’s and Beta’s. They are the Hunters. As for the women, they come in a variety. From what I hear invitations are highly coveted. The women are called Does.” Another spin and I landed in Caius’s arms, my gown fluttering around my ankles. “At midnight the Does are released. They have a ten-minute head start before the Hunters go after them.”

Damien didn’t hesitate. "A long time ago a Vampire who had been alive for many, many, years, ran into a small girl. When he looked into her eyes he realized that she was his gifted mate. A gifted mate is a precious and rare gift from the gods. Something to be coveted as very few Vampires ever get to have one. The Vampire watched the girl as she grew up, making sure she was safe, just waiting for the right time to reveal the truth. The girl and the Vampire could never truly be together though, because she was a Hunter, like yourself, and he was a Vampire." Damien said. "What does it matter if they are different species, or if she's a Hunter and he's the prey? Love is love right?" I asked, but

Lukas was done when two people spoke “ I don't agree with her being our Luna” they said in unison “ What your reason” I can see he is trying to control his anger “She’s human.” They spoke in unison and people began t o murmur. “She’s a hunter.” “She’s weak.”

There was no human left in this wolf so there was no mind to connect to in the first place. It dove for me and as I rolled away, its claw caught my stomach and tore. The blinding pain was almost overwhelming in its intensity. I howled in pain and began panicking when I felt my hold on my wolf slipping. She wanted blood and I couldn’t stop her from breaking out. I usually kept a tight leash on my wolf because of what happened to the Luna of our pack, Esther, Alpha Roman’s mate. It was said that during a Grand Hunt, she lost control of her wolf and became feral. Her link to the pack was severed and she went rogue. After several attempts to get her back failed- although it had been a futile att

“Spill.” Marcus ran a hand down his face, exhaling heavily. “There are werewolf hunters near the territory. Too close.” My jaw tightened. “How close?” “Close enough to be a problem. With the pack run happening, I can’t leave to handle it myself. I need you to go, take some men—” “You want me to,” I said flatly, cutting him off. Marcus nodded, his tone grim. “Yes.” My hands curled into fists at my sides. The hunters were becoming a bigger problem again. Even after we’d destroyed LyRI months ago, they were rebuilding, finding new ways to hunt us, to capture wolves.

Damien brought the car to a stop, and both of us alighted. It was there that I saw the women. They stood in pairs, before me. They wore bum shorts and black crop tops. Tattoos went down their arms, around their necks, even along their thighs. Their eyes glared, as though they were daring me to get my breathing wrong. One of them stepped forward and said, "Protocol. You two have to be searched." I froze stiff. Damien smiled at me reassuringly. "It is fine, Serena, calm down. Let them be. They are going to get on with it."

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.