The Hunter Novels & Stories

"Your silver-tipped arrow bounced off it." He’s getting loud now, finally, nineteen hours of swallowed volume coming up all at once. "Silver bounced and you reloaded. You put another bolt on the string with the same arm it broke ten seconds later. Who does that?" "A hunter. It's the job." "The job." He laughs and there's nothing amused in it. "And when the job wins? What do I do then? What exactly am I supposed to do if something happens to-" I kiss him. To shut him up.

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.

The moment the witch left me alone. "Prideful hunters, branding their insignia on every damned thing they own." As she said that with clear disdain, it finally occurred to me with sinking dread that my gun carried the distinctive hunter insignia etched prominently into its side. When I'd aimed at the lizard lady earlier, I'd basically announced loudly who and what I was to everyone watching. How could I possibly make such a rookie mistake? I was better than this. "Fine. I'll go with you." "You didn't have much of a choice, hunter."

Racing towards my teams trap I didn’t notice when he appeared Infront of me, skidding to a stop I dropped down and narrowly avoided his clutches, I rolled to the side jumped up and got close enough to my team to know that he was surrounded. Our target Prince Dagon was a ruthless killer and thousands of years old, not that he showed it. I braced myself for his attack, but he paused and looked at me, confused. “Why do you run from me? You are my Bride.”

A man on foot had broken free of his hiding spot and was gunning it after us, running at an impossible speed. I didn't need to see the light sucking black surrounding his pupils, annihilating the whites of his eyes to know what he was. I could tell by the way his arms jerked as he bounded towards us, closing the gap between hunter and prey. I slipped my gun from the holster strapped to my thigh and let off three rounds the same instant the front tire ran a hole, jarring my shots and sending them wide. "Keep it steady!"

Everyone was dead, but me. Turning back, I finally put a face to the voice. Her skin was covered in freckles and her hair was a wild brown, like she had stuck her finger in a socket. She was carrying a gun in her hands, but what stood out to me was her outfit. I’d seen it once before, in school. It was the Hunter’s uniform. The patch on her arm confirming it. Hunter’s were mercenaries for hire. Killers for hire, really. The non-magical in the supernatural world. They once were on a death march against all supernaturals, but now they were just raised on how to kill them and were sold to the highest bidder.

He was older, with a short silvering beard and streaks of grey through his dark brown hair. “You know why” he chuckled. Yeh, I know why. Zelena. “Why do you want the Triple Goddess?” I roared. The hunter just smirked at me, staying silent. I stepped closer and threw my fist into the side of his face. Growls of excitement came from round me. “Answer me!” I growled. The hunter spat blood from his mouth and looked back at me with a grin. I lowered my head and growled a warning, if he isn’t going to answer he isn’t going to live.

We know their aim is to always find the chance, and when they get it, slaughter us. They have got the skill. In fact, a Hunter with no weapon whatsoever and whose hands are even tied together may kill a Vampire, if he's not being careful. Hunters are very advanced and more like us, supernatural, but it's just that their DNA is of a human, and they are solely made to protect Humans.

Hunter The day felt like an escape room, the final game, and it was between three teams; Team Hunter, Team Alpha Lewis, and Team Lara. I woke up to a text message from Dan informing me of Emma ‘his girlfriend’, is having breakfast then leaving them to go back to her pack, and with some confusing information about Fleur. Dan's text, ‘Good morning, Hunter. Listen, Emma is my girl now. We will see how things go since we are in different packs. Hope for the best, man, because I really like her. Also, she will have breakfast and ride her horse back to her pack.’

"The hunters killed children?" "Yes," Hunter said. His eyes were solid black now. "Without a second's hesitation. I transformed, took the others into the forest and ran, but I could hear—they were ruthless. I don't even think they're alive. There's nothing good in them." He grit his teeth. "I thought we had gotten away, but they were just setting a trap. Playing with us. They let me get almost close enough to reach my father before they shot me in the back with a wolfsbane dart."