Phinx Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

Covering up the hole with some moss, she dusted off her dress and hurried home, her thoughts of the Hunters exposing her long gone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "They're here! The Hunters have arrived!" The cries of the young boys ran through the whole village, many men and women coming out to see the sight. Liam riding in front, followed by nine other men, all on horseback. On the back of Liam's horse was the dead carcass of a mountain lion, and his quiver held an unusual number of arrows. Instead of the standard twelve like the rest of the men in his party, it held 15, two from the archer who had shot the beast earlier, as well as the arrow aimed to warn him.

I had only seen Mildred and Garren shift, so this was new. Hunter wasn’t nearly as big as Garren, but he was bigger than Mildred. His scales looked rougher, and he had spikes lining his back along his spine. His talons were longer than the others, and his wings looked like they were tipped with ice shards. “Hunter is the last of his kind,” Mildred said low enough for only me to hear. “He’s beautiful. He looks like he is covered in pieces of ice.” I said in awe. She let out a laugh.

* Scar exclaims in my head, purring in satisfaction. *What is wrong with you, Scarlett, our mate is about to die and you're being horny?* *He's gonna handle it just fine!* Was her only reply before I shut her out. Xander is holding two guys by their necks and is using them as shield... Using them to block any bullet or arrow that is coming his way. My heart is beating fast, I'm scared that a bullet or arrow will actually hit him. The hunters aren't slowing down in their attacks, they keep firing their guns and bows in a rapid speed.

Hunter replied smoothly, not even looking at the ring but at me. I leaned toward Xavier and whispered, “You have competition.” “I can see that,” Xavier muttered, clearly in a bad mood. “Seven,” Xavier said. “Eight,” Hunter said, slow and deliberate. I couldn’t help glancing at him, and when our eyes met he tipped his head slightly, like we shared a private joke. I frowned. Why was he looking at me like that? “Don’t look at him,” Xavier warned quietly, irritated. “I’m not,” I lied, my eyes finding Hunter’s once again.

Xari rolled her pretty eyes and crossed her arms over her corset-covered chest. Xari was a little badass, fae halfling, with a skill set most immortals didn't have in their arsenal of tricks. But that's not surprising since she's Xavier's daughter. He's the man that started the hunter organization, and he had over- seen her training. Xari has been hunting since puberty, and her old man trained her to kill without hesitation. I'd met her with my entrails hanging out, and she hadn't balked as she shoved them back into my stomach, sewing them up, then complained that I was whining like a bitch the entire time.

What followed would be the inevitable days of sex and closing feasts before they took their mates home for their tribes to welcome. The second group of hunters was searching more slowly for a scent that would knock them over. They needed to find the one scent that would tell them which prey was their mate. They were taking their time, searching the grass and brush. When one of those hunters found the scent, he would take off at a dead sprint, a cheer going up around him as he found a trail to chase. Every hunter knew they had a prey in the Hunt due to the new rules, but not every hunter had seen their prey in the starting line. Some hunters had to work to get a scent of the trail they would

He leaned in closer in order to make a giant hickey on the collar bone. "You have to plead with me to let you cum, to allow you the pleasure of a climax." My eyes widened. "Don't you dare come without my permission darling," he warned. His dark eyes shone with desire. "If you do, I'll punish you in ways that you may or may never come to regret." The words echoed in my ears. Before I could process what was happening right there, he was lowering his head. To my cock. "Fuck... Alessandro," I ground out as he flicked his tongue over the head, licking away the precum leaking out of it.

"We hunt." ​

Xavier came as well, gesturing to their men to stand alert at the moment while contemplating the destructive sight. Zayne’s head snapped toward them, a predatory stare enough to make Kieran slow his steps, feeling the bloodlust emitting from him. The man who cared about business deals, flower arrangements, and date nights had been scrubbed away, replaced by the Hunter, a machine designed for nothing but termination. “It’s not over,” Zayne rasped in a low, infuriated tone, “It can never be over. I was foolish to think it would be.” “She’s not here,” Xavier added.

A loud thunderclap awakened me in the middle of the night. I tried to open my eyes even though my eyelids were heavy, and my body ached as if it was about to separate the joints. After struggling for a while, I finally became a little more awake. Since I joined the werewolf hunter organization, this is the first time I've fallen into this predicament. As a hunter, my eyes also have a few advantages over an average human. Like now, even though I'm just in a closed, dark space, it's still enough for me to see everything thanks to the faint light emitted from the round lamp hanging above my head.