The Ebook Hunter Novels & Stories

'it wasn't. Eleanor sat down and pulled out the book she'd gotten from Gabby. What better way to divert her racing mind? She flipped pages randomly till she came across a page, which wasn't a page. It was cut into, with a smaller book hidden within that took up the rest of the page space underneath. She carefully pulled it out. It was an old brown leather cover with brownish pages. A pretty old book. She gently set down Bigfoot and opened the book, instantly getting sucked in.

“Relax, Kyra, you’re too tense.” “Of course, our target is far away,” said Kyra. “What can you do if he is the incubus? You have nothing against him,” said Tyler. “I can fight him. I’m not an ordinary college student, you know,” said Kyra. Tyler nodded while smiling. “Sounds mysterious. Who are you, Kyra? “ Kyra turned to Tyler. “I’m a hunter. And I hunt people like Sir Carl.” Kyra said, “Incubus?” Tyler asked.

His eyes scanned the room, his gaze lingering on me before shifting to Steven and the others. The room erupted into an uproar. Luke was an unknown presence to them, but his assistant, Ethan Kohl was a bombshell. He had a reputation for buying up struggling companies. The Hunter group was a new company but so far had influence in every industry from food to mechanics. Seeing him here, it was clear that his boss had his sights set on Hales Enterprises. Steven's face turned pale.

“I’m not. Once we finish cutting an episode, I sit to watch it and take voice notes about it, and then send them to our paid writers. That’s how I wrote the one book I published.” “The one with tips for newbies trying to be proper paranormal investigators?” “Yeah, that one. Have you read it?” My frown made him chuckle. “Of course you didn’t. Too low for the English Literature Bachelor.” “Fuck you.” I decided to change the subject, because that was exactly why I’d never even considered reading the Haunter Supreme’s book. “One day, I’m gonna make you record all you just told me, and I’m gonna help you work on the transcription to turn it into a proper text. And when we have enough of them, you

He did not want to do anything with them at all. Oberon Hunter was a man who was clear about his choices and he knew that he wanted Rhonda Curtin as his wife. And he was going to be what she wanted her man to be. He did not believe in love and fairy tales since he had been in for a rude shock since his very childhood that he did not even want to think about that sappy nonsense. He was logical and he knew that Rhonda was too. So he was going to give her a business proposal wrapped in the package of a fairy tale. And that was the only way that this might work. He needed a wife and a child and he knew that she was the only woman from whom he wanted a child.

The imbalance that would be caused and the consequences of what was going to happen would be massive. "Make sure no one enters till I am done with my hunt." Alpha Ryker continued to list his instructions as they now made their way inside the forest where several humans were scattered awaiting to catch the werewolves change to their wolf forms unbeknownst to them that they were the ones going to experience the long-awaited change. At the same time inside the forest walked Thyra in search of her family. Her brows were knitted in a frown at what had occurred earlier. Her mind was still occupied with the thoughts of what she had done that could have warranted that ferocious glare from the Alpha

There’s even someone there, lying on their back on a sofa—I can’t tell if it’s a man or a woman. Whoever it is, they have a book in their hands, and I almost stop dead to stare at them. I’m looking at someone who not only knows how to read, but has also preserved a book instead of using it for kindling the way most people did early in the Lunar Reversal. I’ve seen books plenty of times, of course—my mother had some, and if Cassian is to be believed, there’s still a library full of them out there somewhere. But this wasn’t what I expected to see in a coven. I don’t know what I did expect. Moon Casters holding hands and chanting, maybe.

Ruth ended the call and left Alex and Lee with an astounded expression. “Oh God.” Their minds were about to melt down. Werewolves, vampires, witches—were all real. Alex was reminded of a book he read at Books and Artifact where he works. “Lee, I found a book at Books and Artifact that was about supernatural creatures. I think the name of the book was, um, Wars, Wood Battles, um, I can’t remember.” “You mean The Wood War by Kayla Nicky Chadson?” Ha! The boy jolted in shock as he heard the voice of Abigail behind them. They stared at each other, confused about what to say.

"I can't. I want to, believe me, but I can't." "Did they tell you the cargo we're suppose to retrieve is a Taken?" He dropped his eyes back to his food and nodded. "And you're not bothered by that?" "It's not my place to question it," he said, raising the bowl to his chin to shovel it in faster. "It's my brother Burney. It's Nick." He lowered his bowl to his lap. "How do you know?" "Aaron." "He shouldn't have told you." "I know." "Does Lillith know?"

But I manage to keep my shit together, and I helped him to get up, and I manage to put him in a bed over the ER room. It didn't take too much to see people noticing him very easily. He is Liam Hunter, the youngest and the biggest billionaire in America. He has his name on brands and any tv stations or magazine covers. He has a private jet and tons of money and women. It's easy to notice somebody like him. And I know from my experience. The bad part of this is people noticing me as well. I hated that so much. I hated so much to be in the spotlights. I left him on the bed, and I rush back to close the door and the curtains in that room. People become noisy, and quite frankly both of us needed