Soul Hunter Book Novels & Stories

Zeke called down. I climbed back up. “There’s a chest and this weird book, I don’t know. But nothing is in the book.” “The cover says Ghost Stories.” Wyatt pointed out. I swear the cover was blank before. I sighed and handed it off to Hunter. “It must be enchanted or something.” Hunter opened the book. “Who is Captain Rowell ‘The Cruel” Swale?” “I don’t know,” I answered. “Why?” “There’s a story in here about him.”

she replied with a worried look on her face. “Shit, he must have hidden them, I did pick up the scent of lots of different wolves, but Azael said that it was a lingering scent of rogues that the hunters had hunted and then killed. I bet you he is building them up and training them to be his front line,” I said as I shook my head.

Moon Princess and the Second Chance BOOK TWO OF THE MOON PRINCESS TRILOGY Caleb has decided to return after over one hundred and seventy-four years. After leaving Kyra and the rest of the pack. Shortly after arriving he finds that Kyra is visiting her family and then an attack causes Hunter to lose his life. Because of Kyra's father, Hunter is sent to purgatory, where he will have to do everything in his power to get free and return to Kyra.

I was engaged with a book about hunters which I got from William's old book collection. Hunters were half human and half supernatural. They looked like humans but has speed of werewolves. They can detect any werewolves near by. Their violet eyes starts glowing. Unlike other supernatural creatures hunters did not have other supernatural powers other than their speed that they can only use if their prey is near them.

He starts to head off to his room but I get in his line of sight and stop him first. “Kade! What the hell happened to you? Why are you so grumpy?” “Huh?” he asks, finally registering that it’s me in front of him. “Oh, sorry. Nothing happened, I’m not grumpy. Saw the rogue, but there was already a hunter on him and they took him down before he crossed over. That’s it, end of story,” he says shortly. “Really? And it was the same spot that the human was found at, right?”

Curiosity pried at me. I sat, opening the book. It spoke of Hunters, descendants of wolves cursed to forget their true form. Wolves twisted into killers of their own kind. I frowned. “Rubbish,” I muttered under my breath. “Who believes this drivel?” Still, something in the words unsettled me. The drawings looked too detailed to be myth. I pushed it aside and reached for another book, something lighter, anything else. But fatigue dragged at me, and before long, my eyes grew heavy. I was waiting for Lucian to leave, to head to the swamps and leave me alone. I could map my own escape then.

Nate abruptly stopped reading, massaging his temples thinking that he was too mature to believe in such ridiculous tales; nevertheless he continued, hoping to find answers that could help shed some light on things he himself could not explain clearly. “It was said that all souls were set free to roam the earth on this holy night of the dead, returning to their eternal resting place at the crack of dawn, but a soul with a vengeance, a link or a chain bounding them to the land of the living may never find its way back into the gates of the afterlife…. Now what the hell does that mean? Are they saying a bunch of dead people usually wakes up on Peter Pak but if they have unfinished business they

HUNTER’s POV We all turned to Brock who stood and brought back a huge book with ancient markings on it. Where did he even get that from? Dropping the book on the table, everyone sitting around it either coughed or pinched their nose as dust blasted through the air around us. “Oops, sorry,” Brock uttered as he opened the book. He flips through the pages until he stopped and looked like he found what he was searching for. “Oh, here it is,” he says and points at a passage on the book.

Tommy immediately understood the flow of this strange conversation. "Listen, potato woman. In this organization, the entire Hunter is only thirty humans. And you're the 1456th who entered the organization. If only we didn't notice you as The Hunter in your coffee shop, sooner or later, you would be put into small pieces even though your bones can no longer be put together for an autopsy because of the devil's actions." Iris was silent with her mouth slightly open. She was a 1456th Hunter who entered the organization. A number that didn't matter to remember, and Iris immediately touched her forehead.

But to me, all his words belonged to a past life. Had he truly wished to be with me, he wouldn't have tied me up and discarded me in the middle of nowhere after my artificial kidney caused a rejection. He was only saying all this now because he had failed. Then, he produced a paring knife and stabbed it into his abdomen. Crimson blood stained his white coat, stark and vivid. He slowly collapsed, face down, and his grip on the knife gradually loosened. "I was wrong, Cassidy…" Blood trickled down the corners of his lips when he opened his mouth.