Shadow Hunter Novels & Stories

But I never realized that the journey was just about getting started. Suddenly the palace door broke down revealing a huge and hefty creature called the shadows. He was faster than the wind and in a jiffy, he attacked Hunter who couldn't see as he tumbled off the chair he was in. "No! Hunter!" I screamed.

Claire interrupted, “What exactly is a Hunter?” He took a deep breath, steadying himself. “A hunter is a type of human who was or is a Mythical bounty hunter. They have enhanced skills; fighting abilities, enhanced senses. I think one or both of your parents were Hunters. Especially after seeing you in action. Haven’t you ever wondered how you could fight and keep up with the wolves and vampires in your coven and pack? Love, you ARE A HUNTER.”

He sends the last body hurling toward another group as they charge toward him, scattering them in different directions. Hector, with the fury of the storm and the swiftness of a thunderclap, slit the throats of every rogue as he progresses forward with carefully deliberated steps. Blood spills form crimson arcs in the air, like raindrops in the wilderness, a view of satisfaction and pain. He goes for the throat of a rogue after knocking down the sword from his grip and strangling him in a minute, thanks to his lupine strength. Hunter is dangerous, but weak, owing to the endless search for the artefact, his lack of sufficient food and water, his pupils twinkling, alternating between two colou

“Tough guy, are you? Sure, I’ll beat you where your girl can’t see you. Then I’ll come back for her.” “I won’t let you lay a finger on her.” Cyrrus’ voice was soft… but for some reason, something about it triggered Aria’s senses. She frowned despite herself. She was standing behind him, so she couldn’t read his expression. Even so, for a split second, she thought she sensed… a flash of killing intent. It was a bloodthirstiness she knew too well as a hired killer herself. But did it really come from this cushy pushover of a rich kid?

Many innocent young boys had lost their lives to the ambitions of tycoons who couldn’t get enough of wealth. My heart vibrated with joy every time I heard a boy say that his area was free. I advanced to the luxury cabin of the ship and Frank walked to the top deck. It was far too quiet. I was hoping to find the two wounded and not dead. I wanted to see Kevin and his clan’s crime-filled era finally come to an end. I walked into the booth to find only Luke and a half-naked lady. The woman was tucked into a corner, shaking like a wart, and Luke was lying on the ground. The rest of the room appeared to be clean.

The blue light intensify right at his very eyes and my gaze couldn't take off and receive such blinding blue light, traced more than my mind can hold. Then a fantastic collision just clash before our very eyes. One is that of blue, and one is a strange white that is coming from inside of me. I thought while my heart is shaken, “I don't know what you mean by calling me your luna, Alarkin. But you understimated this curse huntress. How can I the one to forget this very night?” The moment he regain the clarity, I aready disappear without trace. That after I certain for the very important thing, and I can only sigh the conflicted beat in my heart.

I demanded, my knuckles white as I shoved him harder against a rusted support beam. "The Hunters!" he sobbed, his head lolling back against the metal with a dull thud. "The ones with the black cars and the tactical gear. They've been watching you for weeks, Shadow. They know you've been hovering around that construction site. They figured out that Silas is your brother. They aren't trying to catch you anymore, they know they can't. They want to use him to pull your leash!"

He is standing with his back turned against me, his eyes trained on the other person. I focus on him instead. He looks stunned, his eyes widened, and his lips parted. “That is impossible,” he mutters, shaking his head. “That veil hasn’t been breached in years. Who could have…” “Only one breed,” he drawls. “Hunters.” “Shit!” I didn’t think they were going to figure it out so fast. My breath hitches in my throat when he angles his head a fraction, when everything suddenly stops, as if he can sense me.

From the delirium of pain that was inside his skull, Poe felt himself grabbed by a force he could not resist and lifted from the rubble and scree of rock that was his tomb. His shield failed him and he was the mercy of Hunter, who he saw Hunter as a specter within shadow standing atop a pile of blasted stone, arms akimbo and a writing sheath of darkness surrounding him with a thin filament of light at the outer edges of the darkness and a slim band of light surrounding him within the darkness.

I hollered as I shifted to hunt down the bastards. Carson quickly caught the first two and eliminated them. The stupid assholes had thought coming back together half a mile from the clearing was going to help them. We crept through the forest silently, searching for the last rogue. We scouted the forest for hours and had just picked up its scent when a frantic call echoed through the forest. We froze misstep, trying to pick it up again if it was uttered again. Moments later a low-pitched bird call followed by a rapid, stressful one. Fuck. We looked around anxiously. ‘Falcon, hunters are here. What do we do?’