The Hunt For Red October Novel Novels & Stories

The blue light intensify right at his very eyes and my gaze couldn't take off and receive such blinding blue light, traced more than my mind can hold. Then a fantastic collision just clash before our very eyes. One is that of blue, and one is a strange white that is coming from inside of me. I thought while my heart is shaken, “I don't know what you mean by calling me your luna, Alarkin. But you understimated this curse huntress. How can I the one to forget this very night?” The moment he regain the clarity, I aready disappear without trace. That after I certain for the very important thing, and I can only sigh the conflicted beat in my heart.

It was time to see what the hell was going on. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I hope you have enjoyed chapter one of The Hunt for Knowledge. Newly mated Katalea and Dakari are about to go on an adventure that will take them to some unique places with some unique new friends. Of course, we won’t forget about Dalya and her troubles, and isn’t it about time we hear from Katalea’s Mom and Dad? Stay tuned!

An urge to be with him when he was going through that situation rose inside me even though that wasn't possible. "That red car never left my mind, Sandra. I knew something was wrong. So I started to look into it. And found out it was all a conspiracy. It wasn't just an accident, it was a murder. Vincenzo Zolvesky was the man who sent his man to do the job," he hissed. Rage etched across his features. "I knew I couldn't get my hands on him at that moment. I wasn't that capable yet, I was just a boy who crossed his teenage years recently. But I wanted his blood. I wanted to make him pay for everything he took from me." I gulped the thickness down my throat. "So, you threw yourself into this cr

"Hannah… you won… But it's over… cough, cough…" There was more hacking, the sound of lungs drowning from cyanide poisoning. "I… started recording… when you came in… It's uploaded… to the cloud… automatically…" My whole body went cold. That damned Mike. Even dying, he set a trap. He never trusted me!

His eyes were perfectly scanning the dark cave. But there was a sound coming from outside. Like a howl. He wasn’t scared, but he felt someone watching them although the cave was covered fully from outside and they made sure it could not be found. Swift sniffed the air and it reeked sex. And maybe that engaged someone to come here. He slightly pulled himself out of Blaze's grip. And carefully trotted to the mouth of the cave trying not to make any sound. Hiding perfectly he saw more than 5 pairs of red eyes.

Clarice O’Neil worked part-time at the shoe factory, and was twenty-three years old and married with three small children when she vanished. Staring out the bus window, watching the heavily wooded surroundings pass by, my mind is a blur of thoughts. Dwelling on Mr. O’Neil’s final words to me, I sink back into the memories of the past few years once again. Forgive them, even if they’re undeserving of it. Find a way to forgive them for your own peace and reconciliation. Have I forgiven Randy? Should I? In particular, after what I learned and all that happened during the following months after finding Randy and Katie in bed together. Would I come to regret my final decision and behavior later o

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

On the pink home page, all the other women's photos had disappeared. Only my photo remained, hanging alone in the center, locked onto by a huge, bloody red "Hunting" icon. Below it was a new line in bold black text. [Exclusive Hunting Mode activated.] The target of the new Quest was simple and crude. [At the public lecture three days from now, get Sinead soaked in front of everyone.] [Quest Reward, two thousand dollars.] The words "soaked" had been written in red, loaded with insult and innuendo.

"Let's get those damn trackers out of us." We waited an extra day, just in case more came. The mountain remained eerily quiet, the snow undisturbed except for the tracks we had left behind. By the time the sun began to dip behind the trees, casting long shadows across the frozen ground, we were packing up and heading down. The whole thing felt wrong. Orin. Jade. Werewolf hunters turning into what they hunted? All of it felt off. What was the point of it all? The truck came into view, buried under a layer of snow, and I couldn’t have been happier to see it.

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.