The Dark Hunter Series Novels & Stories

The werewolf's eyes widened in surprise, fur rising from his forehead, creating a line of eyebrows. What the hell is this creature doing here? Alud hadn't seen anything like it in over two hundred years, but he immediately recognized the creature that stepped out of the mist before him. White-faced Hunter: No concept of honor, valor or feelings, their existence has only one goal to kill whoever his masters say, and then disappear into oblivion. A kind of professional assassin of the dark world. Only a few dark ones are not afraid of these accursed creatures. Called with the help of complex ancient rituals, they are full of power received through a special conductor in the material world. A t

"Turn? What are you saying?" "Ah, so that boyfriend you are with tonight is keeping you in the dark. Figures, since you are not marked. He must not be serious about you. Born wolf shifters may not continue forever, but science will ensure that they do." A small box in his hand revealed a syringe, filled with a glowing, blue liquid. "Now, let us not make this difficult," he said, voice soft but his eyes were reflective, the eyes of a wolf. They lunged at the same time; her towards the box and he towards her. She screamed when he grazed her arm, just out of reach. Using an old desk as a barrier, she managed to get behind it and hold an old candleholder out in front of her.

There was a Hunter in his hotel. The stench of death that clung to Hunters was hard to hide. The darkness, the evil in their souls, always gave them away. Hunters were human, but they committed so many heinous acts in their mission to eradicate all werewolves that he could never sense any humanity in them. Just death and darkness. He heard Layla’s elevated heartbeat behind him and turned to look at her. Her grip was so tight on the rail that he could see the metal bending between her fingers. He turned back to Britney quickly and gave her a tight smile.

Whoever it was, they were badly hurt. The forest was darker than usual, the moonlight barely breaking through the thick canopy. Every step forward was cautious. My instincts screamed at me to turn back, to leave it alone. After all, I had no obligation to help. But I didn’t listen. Something about the pull of that blood, it was familiar yet dark. Not humanly. And then I saw him. Lucian. I know him from a thousand years ago, the legendary prince of the dark who went against his father for love and saved the world against his father's annihilation plan.

I shook my head as this wasn’t making any sense. “The kills, they weren’t all vampires. Most of them were other hunters. I think this one is on the run from his own. But the fact he’s gotten this deep into the territory has Ductus Toño on edge, sending his men looking for him.” Diana explained. A hunter being hunted by his own? Well, shit, what could he have done to cross his people? Mistake one of a supernatural creature? It’s still not adding up. And honestly, beyond adding avoid the hunter to my list, I don’t see a reason to care.

‘I am weak, but I can try,’ she says and I nod. I walked up to the arena and jumped inside the ring, making the entire crowd gasp and roar in anger but I didn’t care. I shifted into my beautiful, big white wolf. Her fur shone brightly just like the moonlight in a cold, dark night. Right now, Hunter is in the darkness. And I want to be the light that guides him out of it. He needs me, and I’m going to bring him back. HUNTER’s POV Darkness. Cold, bottomless darkness. I couldn’t remember how I got here or why, but I remember that I was fighting my father… or should I even call him that?

Even in anger her beauty was hypnotizing. However, as well as being my mate she was also a Hunter. Their was nothing I hated more than Hunter’s. That side of her lineage was in conflict with my sense of right and wrong. The Order of Orion was responsible for my mother’s death. It was thanks to Hunters that I had grown up without a mother. I have been an infant when they had murdered her. Not only was my Mate a Hunter but apparently her pack welcomed them! This told me she wasn’t ashamed or embarrassed about her that side of her bloodline.

My goal was to follow the pulsing bond that would take me to Avalon. Lysander followed to my right, he too cut down all that entered his path. Moving with powerful strikes as he brought his sword down onto the hunters. His aim was not to kill, unlike myself, purely to maim enough that they couldn’t continue the fight. I guess it was part of his new out look on life. He had been given the moniker “Dark Angel” because of the mercy he showed to his enemies. He killed only those who deserved to be ended. The bond pulled me towards a group of grey cheerless, one-story buildings. Small, barred windows lined the grey breezeblock walls. I look at the building with disapproval, it certainly seemed li

Drake connects another attack but I react faster. I leap upwards and dive downwards with numerous claw slash to his skin. His two legged beat screams and stagger backwards as the slashes heal. We take another stance for another attack but nearby painful screams and growl from werewolves earn our attention. "We're under attack from hunter's!" Numerous werewolves scream and rush towards our direction. I look forward and not so far from us are hunter's attired in all black and we'll equipped with silver bows, guns, swords and arrows.

I closed the door behind me, steadying my pulse, not letting Denise suspect that something was up. “Are you okay?” she asked. “Was he being rude?” “No,” I replied, shaking my head. “I just bumped into him. The corridor was dark, I couldn’t find the switch.” “Hunter prefers the dark sometimes so he turns off all the lights in the hall when he retreats to his room for the night. He’s very efficient in the dark. It was as if he could see. He could walk around the house in complete darkness and he won’t fall down the stairs or bump into any furniture. I think he got every corner of this house memorized at the back of his mind. Sometimes, I wanted to rearrange the furniture when he’s out late jus