The Hunted One Novels & Stories

Anna Harris Hunter is a mafia! He isn't just in it, he runs one of the most infamous mafia organization. He told me about it so calmly like it was a piece article on environmental issues in a newspaper. I had spent the whole afternoon and most of the evening thinking about the shit that have been running around me. My Dad, my ex-boyfriend and Hunter, they're all a part of this swamp, a nightmarish thought for me.

I can see the panic flicker in Hazel's wide eyes as she desperately tries to stay silent, her body tense with fear. I notice the faint sound of footsteps and the distant echo of a hunter's voice, searching diligently for us. If we remain perfectly still and silent, there's a chance he might overlook our hiding spot. Hunters were one of the mysterious creatures that inhabited these woods. They were incredibly fast, their piercing red eyes glowing ominously in the dark, yet they possessed a human-like appearance that made them even more unsettling. Their faces were gaunt, with sharp fangs visible when they snarled, and claws that gleamed dangerously beneath the moonlight. Their skin was extrem

Reina’s Point Of View The plan had worked perfectly just as I had suspected. Jax and Reese are in the same room. What wasn’t planned was that they possessed the stupidity to let the main target, Leonardo, escape but that just let me establish my power as the black hunter everywhere and anywhere. A pretty graphical killing of a sharp point bullet in the middle of his eyebrows and knives everywhere on his body stabbed. By the time the elevator dings down to the bottom floor, his body would be drained of all of the blood. I could just imagine the horror on Jax’s face when he realizes that I’m the black hunter. I messed around with all of his shipment and was the one that killed in his club rele

An exhaustion far too old for such a young girl. "It was like needles inside my head," she continued. "A torture each year, ever since I can remember. And he never stopped. Never." Before I could answer, one of the hooded men stepped forward. With a quick motion, he pulled back his hood. And my blood froze. Arkan. I recognized him instantly. The scar crossing his face. The clear, merciless eyes. The same man who had hunted me. Who had tried to kill my friends. Who had nearly killed me.

With my arms and hands stretched out in front of me, I darted into him and grabbed his neck and twisted it in one quick motion. I heard a deep roar and as I was taking down another hunter, I looked over to see Talon fighting with the leader and several other hunters. My first instinct was to help him, when I then saw at the corner of my eye, Kiko on her knees with her arms held out either side of her by four hunters as another stood in front of her raising his gun. He brought the gun up to his eyeline and his finger went to the trigger. I dropped the hunter who was limp in my hands and darted over as quickly as I could.

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.)

Noa whispered, his fingers gripping the back of Alessio’s jacket. “I don’t stay low,” Alessio said flatly. “I hunt.” He rose fast, smooth, and animalistic. The next bullet grazed his sleeve. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t even breathe wrong. Two figures broke through the fog masked, armed, stupid. Alessio fired. One went down before he could scream. The other lunged, and Alessio met him halfway, the impact sending both crashing into the dirt.

"What about your husband that needs to be kept confidential? "My father asks. "By coincidence, he worked for Jonathan for a long time... And before him, for his father, Jon Maxwell. Hunter fled Turkey for being one of the children who were kidnapped a long time ago, and even though he was a witness to much of what happened, he is an accomplice. One of his parents is American, we don't know which one, but I think they are still alive, considering that Jonathan's men used this information for an ambush... Maybe Jonathan talks too much when he's arrested... You have to make sure you can avoid this.”

she whispered, “but you have to show me that you have control.” He was coming toward her. Stalking her. Seemingly uncaring now of the burns on his throat. “D-Damon?” He kept coming toward her. Hellen was afraid that “control” might not be part of his vocabulary anymore. ************** ***************** ******************* Footsteps thundered behind him. “Freeze, Hunt!” Freeze. The order was so familiar. So was the voice shouting it. Patrick. But Damon didn’t freeze. He kept stalking toward Hellen. She was the only thing that mattered to him.

Aurora. The sound of crunching snow under heavy boots echoed through the trees, and hunters slowly began to emerge from the trees. They encircled the beast, trapping it in. Two figures stepped forward and I recognised the both of them immediately. One was an officer, I don’t know his name, but I heard them call him the General. He was a regular at my lessons. He never participated, but he came to watch all the time. The General would stand there and shout orders and yell at the men, he was one of the higher ups in the organisation. The other man was a younger and stronger looking Hank, Zee’s father from the basement. What would he be doing out here with hunters. As the two men stood side by