The Hunt Is Possessive Of Percy Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“You’re one of them, aren’t you?” Cyrus sighed. “Yes. In a sense. I’m not – I’m not like Alice.” Harper turned to me. “And what, exactly, are you? I deserve to know, Cals.” “You do.” My voice was hoarse with unspent emotion. “I hunt things like Alice.” “What about things like him?” He jerked a thumb towards Cyrus. “Or do you just fuck them instead?” My breath caught in my throat. I felt more than saw Cyrus rise up beside me, his face hard and unyielding as steel. Cold flames flickered in his eyes, and I was glad I was not on the receiving end of that stare.

“I’ve known you all my life. You can fool Rehan with your games, but not me.” His eyes darkened with something that made her blood run cold. “I’m Ekansh,” he continued, his voice steady but laced with menace. “Rehan’s most loyal friend. And I’ve been waiting for the day you’d finally go too far.” Shama’s heart pounded in her chest. *Ekansh...* She remembered the character from the comic—Rehan’s closest friend and fiercest protector. In the story, Ekansh had always despised Shanaya for the harm she caused Naina, and now that hatred burned in his gaze.

I’m the only one allowed to have such power over her. The little hunter’s actions were a bit unexpected to be honest. According to reports, his interest lay somewhere else. Specifically, in a little delicate flower called Anna Braille. Yet, he’d been all over my wildcat. It was almost as if the hunter was trying to stake a claim on Joanne and warn me off. Judging by how she had lapped up every possessive action, it was obvious my wildcat would love nothing more. However, the hunter’s actions failed to ring true. There was a little too much force on his part. He was like a green actor rushing through the lines he’d crammed before he could forget.

He was growing up so fast, he was a teenager now, looking at him reminded me of Micheal. My eyes drifted to the stamp on his hand, an Orchid. Only one person possessed that mark, he loved to label those he claimed. Cedric followed my gaze, his eyes landing on the stamp on his arm. He sneered at it in disgust. "When are you planning to kill him?" he demanded, his voice dark. I looked at him in shock, and he laughed mockingly. "I know, Luke Hunters," he said. "Your intentions have always been clear." He looked up at Rachael, who was still watching us from the balcony. "They all know. She is your handler, right?" he asked.

His thumb pressed firmly against my clit, circling in time with the thrusts of his fingers, each movement a deliberate stoking of the fire he'd ignited. Asterion's grip on my hip tightened, his other hand coming up to tilt my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his. His pale eyes were molten, the ice burned away by a fierce possessiveness. "She's ours, Faolan," he stated, his voice a low growl that vibrated through my chest. "Every piece." He punctuated the claim by sucking hard on the mark at my neck, a sharp, possessive pull that sent a jolt straight to my core, making me clench around Faolan's fingers.

“A deal is a deal. You gave your story, so it’s only fair. The clan wants to turn me into their Ductus because I’m here to kill him.” “I guess that makes sense. Though why do you want to kill the Ductus? Looking to become Ductus in his place? Sent by another clan’s Ductus? A price on his head? Or is this a personal situation?” Kh…The Hunter questioned. “I don’t want to be a Ductus, certainly not of this clan. No offense Diana, but this clan can burn in hell.” I scoffed. “And while I’m sure many would pay a hefty sum for his head, this is personal.” I explained.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You can't just go and ruin all his hard work and dreams! This is ridiculous!" "If he will run after my woman, then this is what he will get. Or even worse, I will destroy him even if he dares to think of you again," he hissed, his thumb roughly swept over my lower lip. "Because you, cuore mio, belong to me, Duncan De Sylvano." Gasping, I stared at him. This man was insane! "You won't do such a thing! Or I will shove your possessiveness up your ass…"

He hesitated. And that hesitation cost him. Another hunter struck from behind, energy slicing across his back. He grunted, stumbling midair. Something inside me snapped. Not hunger. Not rage. Something deeper. Love sharpened into fury. I didn’t think. I moved. I tore through the elegant hunter’s mental grip and launched toward Kai, intercepting the next strike with a surge of merged power so bright it split the dark portal wider. The hunters recoiled slightly. Good. I grabbed Kai’s face with both hands midair.

“Do you know how much trouble you’ve been giving me? You killed my small human army of hunters who would do my future bidding. I had a chance at a surprise attack on the Harringtons, but you blew it! You were unsuccessful at making more of yourself and serving me. Why shouldn’t I just snap your pretty neck and be done with it? All my troubles would die along with you.” My hands instinctively circled his forearm to remove some of the pressure. When I saw black spots everywhere, my grip on him lessened. I couldn’t break free, and I thought this was the end. Surprisingly, Ventura let go and grabbed the front of my vest, dragging me on my back to where Lukas and Jace were. “Pathetic girl,” Ventu

No way was he ushering me out of here without a single explanation. “Oh,” Her smile fell, but I knew it was all an act. The chattering around us quieted once more. “You don’t know what the Hunt is?” Marjorie Windsor, as beautiful and cunning as she was, had begun to grate on my fucking nerves. Even with her strange scent, which I still couldn’t get enough of, I had already begun to hate the woman. “Goddess, it must have slipped my mind! Oh, that’s so embarrassing.” I lifted my hand and pressed my fingers against my forehead, chuckling softly at myself. “Of course I’ll be attending the Hunt. Wouldn’t miss it for the world, actually.”