Sherrilyn Kenyon Dark Hunter Series In Order Novels & Stories

The heart leapt before my fingers even closed. Black-red light tore upward through my arm and struck the sovereign seat like a spear. At the same instant, witness-light roared down from Ty’s place in the chamber above. The two forces collided inside the bond and for one catastrophic moment I thought we had misjudged everything. Pain stopped being pain and became translation. Theft. Vivisection of the soul. Men arguing over whether mercy made a woman less useful. The first Luna screaming as the black heart was set inside her. Ty’s horror hit mine; my fury hit his. Neither of us had room left to lie to the other now.

I was squinting too because eight headlights were flashing right at us—a beacon of bright light from a fucking lighthouse, as intense as a police interrogation. And the silhouette in the middle, as glaring as the confrontational spotlight put on us, was none other than the angel of Ethan’s new hell: my father’s sharpest blade. Hunter Black. In all his silver-white perfection and casual darkness. And he looked extremely pissed. “Do you know them?” Asked Ethan. It was then I saw the others—half of the clan—all Hunter’s men—equally guarding, equally pissed, standing behind him, ready for an attack. And my own anger skyrocketed.

Anytime that one quill goes into a book, the others want to follow it. I let my brothers go in first. However, they have failed time and time again to get her to give the quill back. When I came into this book with them, I never realized the genre of the book would help me get the quill back. I plan to show her what dark romance is. Luckily during my training, I got well-versed in every genre.

“You don’t understand. Doing what he says won’t end well. It will be tempting, but it will shatter you. It… It could even kill you.” Without showing her my true emotions, I held her gaze. Seconds later, I whispered, “Take me to the Lycan.” “Fuck this,” she muttered for me to hear. “You’ve dug your grave, Annatoria. Sleeping with the Lycan was the first mistake. This will be the second one.”

He kept me pinned against the door, his gaze burning into mine, his grip firm. And then, he led me. Not with force, but with a silent, terrifying demand in his eyes. My legs felt like jelly, but they moved. He led me to the center of the room, to a soft rug, away from the door. Every part of me resisted, but every part of me also obeyed. He said nothing, his eyes never leaving mine, and in the terrifying silence, he brought me down with him. The world tilted. His hand moved, a calculated, unhurried invasion, parting me, exploring. My breath hitched, a strangled sound in my throat, half protest, half something I didn’t want to name. His head descended, and a sharp, unfamiliar sensation pierce

she said, voice steady. Kael crossed the room in a blur, cupped her face, and kissed her hard. “You’re mine. And we fight together.” --- But in the darkness of the northern woods, across mountains and frozen rivers, another Alpha heard the call. He stood over a burning body, eyes cold and cruel. “The Lunari lives again,” he whispered. And his fangs lengthened in hunger. “Then she will die by my hand.” ---

"I know you're in there. Fight it." For just a moment, recognition flickered in her eyes. The fiery red pushing back against the purple. Our link, though broken, was still strong enough to reach her. "Ronan," she whispered, her voice strained. "She's coming. The ritual—" Before she could finish, the first wave of shadow wolves crashed against Kieran's pack. The forest erupted into chaos—snarls, howls, and the metallic smell of blood filling the air. The Midnight Queen floated above it all, her long black hair whipping around her like snakes. Beside her, Zeke stood unnaturally still, watching the fight with empty eyes.

The Hunt's about to begin. At the edge of the forest, I find myself surrounded by Lucian, Peter and Draven. The three vampire brothers. I would never have thought they'd ask me to come along with them. I mean, it is a rather personal occupation. Their way of entering the forest is almost like a ritual, which they master to perfection. They look proud, advancing silently in the midst of the trees, listening out for the slightest noise. I barely dare to breathe. Lucian still hasn't let go of my hand. Despite his attention focused on the surrounding wood, I feel that there's a real connection between us - it's almost electrifying.

The phone he was holding in a death grip fell out of his hand, an outward reflection of his stunned state. The sound interrupted Claire and Kent's hug. They looked up to the side and froze in bewilderment. Hunter was standing ruthlessly stiff, his hands suspended to his sides, clad in all black except for the white shirt, and his dark eyes promising of impending bloody consequences and intention of tasting warm blood on his hands. Blood of Kent. What happened next drained life out of Claire's body. Tbc... If you like the story, follow me for more on I* @author.chantinglove138

For those who are new to my series, here is the complete breakdown of the completed and ongoing stories as of December 2023: For those that are new to my books, here is the complete list of the Black Shadow Pack Series: HE'S MY ALPHA - Jake (Jacob) & Clair THE BETA IS MINE - Beta Gavin & Alia LOVING THE GAMMA - Gamma Aaron & Janna IN THE ARMS OF MY ALPHA - Caspian & Andrea THROUGH THE EYES OF MY ALPHA - Riley & Nadia STEALING THE HEART OF MY ALPHA - Aeon & Alexa Into The Darkness Series: 10 years after STHOMA Beneath Her Darkness: The Alpha's Little Witch Braving The Darkness: One Night With the Demon King (attached to Beneath Her Darkness Book) And lastly, the series for the next generation