The Hunter Novels & Stories

The young woman trembled, her whole body shaking from fear. “Why don’t you let her go and deal with me instead?” Hunter said, his voice calm but with an edge. As he spoke, he subtly signaled to one of his teammates, silently instructing him to rescue the reporter. “We can work this out,” Hunter continued, taking a step forward. “You don’t need to drag an innocent person into this.” His left hand was tucked behind his back, hiding the knife he gripped tightly. The man smirked, shaking his head. “Don’t even try it. I’m not falling for your tricks!”

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."

Ronan asked. The man flinched, just slightly, but it was enough. I saw it in his eyes—the moment he knew we’d caught on. I bent down, grabbing his hand and turning it to the side, exposing the faint mark etched into his skin. My growl rumbled in my throat. "He's a hunter." "Fuck," he hissed, the rope snapping as his claws swiped through the air where I’d just been. He bolted, but he wasn’t fast enough.

Still, I had my reasons for keeping my new prisoner where she was. Hunter put the rabbit in the cage. We scanned the area, waiting for our next target. It took us a while before we spotted another prey—a small deer, moving cautiously through the underbrush. Hunter raised his rifle, sighting along the barrel, but the shot rang out wide, startling the animal. He missed. I threw my head back and laughed. That was all it took. “Do you fuck that weak too?” Hunter exploded. He tossed his gun aside, and in an instant, he was all claws, rippling muscles, and snapping teeth. We were rolling through the woods, fists flying, leaves and twigs crunching beneath us.

GALEN’S POV “Galen.” Olivia called out to me, as she broke down. I walked slowly. Putting my hands up in surrender, as my eyes connected to the assailant’s. “Whatever is going on, we can talk about it.” I stated, slowly approaching him. I could tell that he was a white man, medium build, a little shorter than me but with a perfect grip of the pistol in his hands. He kept it steadily aimed at my wife who was now and was close to losing her mind.

Hunter closed his eyes with a lopsided grin on his lips as he swore to himself, “After I take care of his brother, I am going to personally kill Zayn Cardinal and tear his limbs apart...Ouch! What is that for, Mother?!” “What an insolent brat.” The old woman hit him a few more times, making sure to aim his wounds as he flinched in pain before she finished healing him. “Do you still think you are living in the past where you used to get everything done your way? Do not provoke those men if you still want to keep your life, Hunter.” Hunter gritted his teeth, enduring the healing process until she was finished. “You know how much I love a challenge, Mother. This time, I am going to teach those

RHETT Down one tunnel that leads to another, opening up into a cavern of stalagmites. It was a maze down here, but I kept chasing the light, just when I thought I had caught up to Leneve, the light would disappear down another dark turn. “Hunter!” Oliver yelled as I ran towards the soft glow once again. “Hunter!” He called louder, finally making me stop and turn to him. “What?” I asked abruptly, angered that he was holding me up from finding her.

Late that night, wrapped in Hunter’s arms, my mind kept drifting back to that rogue. He knew I was a white wolf. What I hadn't told anyone was what he kept shouting as he pursued me through the pitch-black woods: “I’m coming for you next, beautiful!” What he didn't realize was that I was coming for his life first.

Eyes cold as the ice. "I've seen bears throw wolves," the hunter said, looking at Sebastian. "Never seen a man do it." Harper aimed her rifle at him. "Who are you?" The hunter ignored the gun. He pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket. It was a "Wanted" poster. [ SEBASTIAN STERLING. DEAD OR ALIVE. $100,000,000 ] "Name's Jack," the hunter spat tobacco juice into the snow. "And you folks are the most expensive game I've ever tracked."

said Cael. “There is just a misunderstanding ...” the man said. The hunters did not speak, but the man admitted to the three. “I’m the one who kills.” It says. His companions listened to him. “I meant killing.” “Stop it..” the woman said. “I’m curious about who the hunters are and what they can do ...” he said. ‘What are you doing?’ ‘Let me do this. It is our chance to kill the meddler. ‘ ‘Are you crazy?’