Queens Library Hunters Point Novels & Stories

Stuck in my own mind the laundry is finished before I know it and I take the basket back with me, leaving it just outside the door underneath the roof of the house before I head back inside. Whimpers and rustling bushes make me turn around in the doorway only to jump in fright when two huge dogs appear from the forest, both completely obsidian black. They are slowly walking towards me, whining and whimpering as I try to decide whether to stay or run before I’m turned into dog chow. After a painfilled whimper I sigh to myself. I’ve always been bad at ignoring people who’re suffering, despite the risks I might put myself in, and apparently I’m no different with animals.

"My name is Christopher Knight. One of the few Shadows in this world and their Beta." "Ramsey. What do you need from me?" He asked, finishing his drink then demanding another. "I need to remove a mark and kill the future Queen." "A mark? I don't think that can be done, but the Queen is already dead in my eyes. Once the old line is gone she and the other heirs are as good as dead." "Other heirs." "Tyler, Nate, and Damien. The witches want them all removed. We want Shadows removed as well, but maybe we can come to a new agreement."

“That is an old story, for another time. But my dear granddaughter was quite right when she said that all hunters know the way to our cottage. You see, I am the only healer within this part of the Forest.” Prince Archer nodded his head to the old woman. “I must admit that I have never been to this part. I have been to the Forest before, of course, but only by the edge. This was supposed to be a great adventure for me and Ernest.” “Well,” Old Maude said, standing up, “I am afraid that your great adventure must be postponed, lest it becomes a trip to the land beyond death. Now, I am quite famished. Aurora, my dear, come help me make some dinner. You, Theobald, stay here and guard your brother.

In the meeting room of the Quinn family's headquarters, a Capo stood up, "Don Quinn, two of my places were raided last night." Another person added, "The loan shark business in Queens is under investigation too. The evidence the prosecution has collected is alarmingly solid. Even our backup accounts have been frozen." Sebastian sat in the main seat, his fingers tapping on the table. "What about Manhattan?" The Underboss lowered his head. "It's also in trouble. Three warehouses at the port were raided by the FBI, and all the goods were seized."

Every conclusion built on that foundation suddenly felt unstable. Mara took the photograph again. Examined it beneath the light. Then examined it a second time. "The sign is real." Lucian nodded. "Very." Vivian crossed the room. "Where is it?" Lucian pointed toward the faded lettering. The answer emerged quietly. "Queens." The room fell silent again. Queens. Not Manhattan. Not the neighborhood surrounding Arthur's first house. Not anywhere near the storage building. Miles away. Far enough that coincidence became less convincing.

Once they walked into the office and closed the door I heard Elias bitching about what a busy man he was so I spun the chair around and let them all know that I was there. Jackson looked relieved before anything else, but then he quickly looked pissed. "Taylor. What's going on here?" Gladys asked. "Well, I found the Hunters headquarters." I announced looking pretty unimpressed about the whole thing. "That's doubtful. No one has ever been able to find their headquarters." Elias says. "That's because it's underground. At Sturgeon's Bay in Wisconsin." I say. And they all looked at me shocked. "You actually found them?" Jackson asked. "I found a lot more than I bargained for. Especially a surpri

’ ‘I’ll be there, gorgeous. I jumped to my feet and hurried back towards the town hall. Jamie stood out front. I walked up to him, smiling. “Jamie, hi. I have a question.” “What’s up, baby?” “Do we have any steaks left?” He sighed and shook his head. “No. We haven’t been hunting. We need to.” “Can I go hunt?” He threw an anxious glance at the forest. “I’m really not sure… what if Falcon.. fuck. Come on.”

I pulled on my leather pants and sports bra and headed downstairs. Today was for hunting. I had lost the first game to Gardenia. I walked downstairs nonchalantly and into the open field where the audience and spectators had gathered. Thane sat in his throne, Jairus on his left. The throne on the right was empty. The rules for the second game was stated out. Two hours to hunt. The one with the most kill wins the round. We entered the forest through separate routes.

Rogue reports. “Hunters.” I interrupt Rogue. “They are Rhett and Leneve’s pack, they are hunters.” “Well then, Milo has some of his hunters training with the hybrids and showing them the mechanics of the weapons.” Rogue finishes his report, standing next to Mike and eying the map. “What’s this place?” He questions, pointing to a spot I marked out a little northwest of where we anticipate the battle to take place. “That is none of your concern,” I say, hating that I have to keep that part secret from the two males I am closest to and trust with my life.

We walked into the conference room and found King Parker with the rest of the alliance sitting around the table. We all took our seats and King Parker started speaking, “Well, everyone, it’s looking like the hunters are moving faster than expected. Our gaming friend has informed us that they have already bought a warehouse in the human town of Canon City. That’s only an hour from here. He also found out that they are trying to find more supernaturals to be able to be a mole for them. We were able to verify that the gamers who he is friends with are humans who do not even believe we exist. He plays a game where there are supernaturals at war. That’s why they think the whole thing is just talk