The Dark Hunter Series Novels & Stories

The air was heavy, choked with the scent of blood, shadows, and burning desperation. Lucas thrashed against the hunter’s bindings, golden sparks erupting from his wolf but fading before they could pierce the darkness. Damon stood in front of me, broad shoulders squared despite the blood trailing down his side. And me—my entire body was locked between them, paralyzed by the impossible choice that loomed like an executioner’s blade. The hunter’s voice slithered through the tension, smooth and poisonous. “Time is slipping through your fingers, little wolf. The shadows do not wait. Neither do hearts.”

he finally mumbled quietly to me. I looked over at him with a tilt of my head. What did that have to do with Rem’s bed preferences? He looked at me uneasily for a moment and then said, “Hunters aren’t fully human either. We’re not supernatural beings like werewolves, but we’re different from average humans. That’s how we’re able to do what we do. Some come from witch and wizard bloodlines, others heroes of old lore… but there’s always something about our bloodlines that gives us a stronger edge.”

LOVING THE GAMMA - Gamma Aaron & Janna (PAPERBACK available in A****n) IN THE ARMS OF MY ALPHA - Alpha Caspian & Andrea THROUGH THE EYES OF MY ALPHA - Alpha Riley & Nadia STEALING THE HEART OF MY ALPHA - Alpha Aeon & Alexa I also have another serie/saga that is built on the same world but has a different set of characters (Demon x Werewolves x Witches) INTO THE DARKNESS SAGA: Beneath Her Darkness: The Alpha's Little Demon Braving The Darkness: One Night With the Demon King (attached to Beneath Her Darkness Book) Beyond The Darkness: The Alpha's Little Witch (ongoing) And lastly, the series for the next generation of the Black Shadow Pack (Alpha Circle) - ALPHA BLOOD CIRCLE SERIES: SHE'S THE

The darkness within me smiled at the thought, and I couldn’t wait to see what happened next. As I stood in the auction house, a chill ran down my spine as I realized how much I was becoming like my brother, the very man I had killed to escape this life. I had shot him in cold blood to stop him from exploiting women, yet here I was, ready to bid on one like she was nothing more than an object to own. I used to see myself as different, as someone who would never fall into the same traps he had. I thought I was above his twisted choices, that I could distance myself from the darkness he embraced.

, she said looking at him with a different kind of emotion in her eyes which Samrat is failed to read for the first time. She is saying thank you for being on her side when she has no one around and sorry for not having the potential in her to love him back. Even she wants to give him a chance but she can't. She is not that matured to forgive him . The things he did to gain her are forgivable. Now also she can't predict that how moch extent he can go for her . The love which is turned out to be very dark for both of them . "HIS DARK LOVE ".

"The Dark Hunters sent us here to capture her." What Dark Hunters? What the hell are those supposed to be? Are they real hunters that are always after mystical creatures like us? Why are they deliberately targeting me, and how did they even know I moved here? I've been in my pack for a long time and they didn't come after me — why now? "I don't think I've done anything wrong for hunters to be after me. I've never hurt a human or done anything against the rules, so what is the problem?" Damien tortured him again. "What's the reason?"

Werewolves are a bit more acceptable than Shadow Hunters. XXX

The whole city spreads down beneath us, dozens of cars speeding by. If I am to drop the guy, he’s getting squashed and I have every intention of letting my hand go. “Looking at our wives like that means you are inviting death to your door.” Hunter says darkly, the dark look in his eyes exposes his other side- the dark and dangerous side that no one dares cross. “I am sorry!” The man yells painfully as I slam him harder, the night breeze tousles his dark hair and the satisfaction of watching him feels so fucking good.

The thought of me going into labor alone was apparently unacceptable to them. So, we’ve decided to turn this into something fun. Today, they’re stepping into the roles of my characters—Jackson, the ruthless mafia Don; Dolton, the unhinged serial killer; and Hunter, the possessive stalker. Demitri is Jackson, looking sharp and dangerous in his tailored suit. Lucas, as Dolton, wears tactical gear with a black army vest, exuding a menacing energy. And Blake, of course, is Hunter, dressed in dark, almost camouflaging clothes, as if he’s ready to disappear into the shadows at any moment. As I settle in, a young woman steps forward, her eyes lighting up when she sees me. She looks between the book

A loud neigh came from a brown horse as the dagger sank into his back leg. Martin dropped his bow. “That’s my horse,” Martin said and ran, leaving the protection of the magic shield. “Stop!” Rhobart said, but the hunter kept running. A dagger made from smoke and dark magic appeared in the Seeker’s right hand, and threw it in Martin’s direction. Martin ducked, and the dagger got lost between the trees. “Get back here!” Rhobart yelled at Martin, but the hunter appeared deaf as he reached the horses. Another dark dagger flew in Marin’s direction. The hunter, who had his back to the Seeker while he was inspecting his horse, did not see it. The dark blade buried deep in his back, Darkness spreadi