The Hunt Is Possessive Of Percy Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I nodded to Xavier, he had every right to hate me, and if that made him feel better, then I would take it. I closed my eyes as he raised the knife and waited for him to plunge it deep into my chest. To be continued… (This book is a Duet, the Hunter and The Hunted. The Hunted i still being written, please see my website for more information. It is on my to be written list after I finish my final revisions of my main series and the spin off completion.)

Her head drops when she speaks his name. “Hallen? I’ve never heard of a Hallen!” “Shh! Don’t be so disrespectful.” She glances around again, like she was expecting someone to jump out at her. “I will go with you, if you tell me what he wants.” “He wants Lana!” The idea of someone else wanting her was making my blood boil. She was mine and no one else's and I would make it clear to this Hallen guy. “What is Hallen? A wolf, shifter or something else?

Either way it would definitely end up with her getting arrested. "Aren't you happy?" he asked. Happy? Was this guy serious? Why the fuck would she be happy? None of this made sense and it was messing with her head. She couldn't be his beloved. She just couldn't. Fate wouldn't be that cruel to her. Not that it would matter much when she drove the dagger into his heart, but still it was like an insult to her very existence. She was a vampire hunter, not a vampire fucking lover. "I take it that it's a no then," he said after a few moments of her intense silence, "I'm sure you will come around."

Damn that dragon mage and damn my ignorance. He is too smart for me to even manipulate. If I won’t take her back, the Underworld’s most notorious hunters and mercenaries will surely come for her, but that Zephyr, he does not care a bit. I call him Zephyr; he is the wind mage, after all. Even though I have nothing to do with her, but damn, I hate this wandering mind of mine. If I can’t get a good talk with him, I will take a bet on her.

With a burning sensation around her neck, and a looming dread over her, she ran out of her home and made her way to the town guards. The damn fools! Did they not realize what they were doing? Perseus was seething inside upon realizing the actions of the others. The act of starting unnecessary conflict against humans is highly frowned upon by Lucian and the elders back in Crescent Peak. So, whoever led these morons surely went against his wishes. He sniffed at the air, and went towards the place where the smell of blood and guts was the strongest. He sprinted on the roofs of the houses, nimbly keeping his clawed feet from destroying everything on his path.

She confides. “Rambunctious seems too kind of a word to describe him.” I snark. “You needn’t worry. He will not be traveling with you.” She says. “Oh? I just assumed he would be joining.” I say. I had assumed that Horus would be joining. I was pleasantly surprised to hear he would not. “He is needed to help prepare for the hunt with the Alpha.” “I had forgotten about the hunt.” I say more to myself than Mari. The hunt takes place in the days leading up to the hunter’s moon. Only pack members who have shifted participate. “Please watch out for Dmitry.”

He doesn't want to share his favorite things and Krysie is part of that. He doesn't know where his attraction started with his brat. He just finds himself imagining her even he's banging someone's hole. He can even picture her, writhing and moaning his name beneath him. He wants her so much that his body will tremble just by the thoughts of her. "I'm hunting Yohan Cole now," Hunter said while they are walking along the hallway going back to the pool area. Carson nodded. "That's good." As soon as they entered back the party, girls are trying to get their attention. Either showing her cleavage or looking at them seductively. Hell, they looked stupid!

"She belongs under my shadow. No one touches her, no one questions her, and no one takes her from me. I will hunt her to the absolute edge of the earth, and when I lock my hands around her waist again, she will finally learn what happens when a prey tries to run from its master." He marched out into the gray, bleak dawn, leaving his pack house in an absolute panic. Outside, thunder rolled heavily across the dark horizon, mirroring the feral storm trapped beneath his skin. He could still smell her lingering scent of rain and sweet lavender on the wind, a faint trail leading straight into the treacherous southern valley. He would find her before the moon reached its peak, completely unaware th

The memory of his words slithered through me, his voice still echoing from that night when he marked me. "Run, little boy, run, because when we find you, we will hunt." "Promised? I have no idea what you’re talking about! I was running from my pack when you found me—they were going to kill me, I swear," he pleaded, but I didn't buy it. Couldn't. I knew his kind too well, knew what they lived for. They loved the thrill of the hunt, and I was just one more piece of prey.

"Her name is Aaliyah." "She's mine because she chose me," he stammers, facing Hector. "You only want her for your own selfish satisfaction." Hector bared his teeth, his eyes glowing with a fierce hunger. "She belongs to me, all of her. Hence, I can have her whenever I please.” “Shut the fuck up!" Hunter is furious. "and you two know I mean it." One by one, his fingers are pointing toward them. "This stunt you're both pulling will kill you if you even touch a strand of her hair,"