The Hunter Novels & Stories

He unlocked the gun case and gestured inside. “Pick. Ladies first, gentlemen.” A shiver ran down my spine as his husky voice washed over me. I grabbed a rifle, not even caring which one it was in my hurry to get away from the tantalizing scent the man wore. I deposited my bag inside of the gun safe and walked out of the hall. I was determined to put as much distance between me and them as I could. We normally hunted in groups, but my father had taught me well enough that I could take down a deer by myself. Getting it back to town, on the other hand, would require the men. Fuck.

I gasped and I fell to my knees in the vision, holding my own chest. I felt the pain. The man finally took off his hoodie and he smiled. Mischievously. It was him. The Hunter.

she hissed, her amber eyes glowing, burning “You have nothing here. You’re a murderer.” The floor seemed to drop beneath me. My stomach twisted violently. “No,” I choked, shaking my head. “I-I didn’t know. They never told me who-” Hessa’s laugh was bitter, sharp. “You didn’t care to know. You’re an assassin of Cross. Don’t pretend you’re blind. You were trained to kill us. You are a Hunter. And hunters are what werewolves hate the most.” Hunter. The name I’d heard whispered in stories, savior of humankind, they said. Killers of supernaturals… My chest heaved.

He doesn’t stop, doesn’t even pause as with a few well placed bullets he neutralizes the targets before him to focus on the new enemies. Hunter is untouchable, moving at lightning speed. He’s not so much a soldier as he is a force of nature, a storm that has come to crash down the evil intentions of the men who stole his family away. It is both the most beautiful and terrifying thing I have ever seen in my life. As the last man falls, and the man I love stands victorious, blood dripping from his suit, part of me wants to rush to him, to hold him in my arms and cry.

A third hunter turned, raising his gun— I dodged just as he fired, the silver round missing me by inches. Before he could shoot again, I slammed my dagger into his chest. He gasped, eyes wide with shock before falling silent. Three down. But then, the last hunter stepped forward. He was different. Dressed in a long black coat, his eyes gleamed with something dangerous. He wasn’t afraid. Kael tensed beside me. "This one's not normal." The hunter smiled. "You're too late."

This is the second part of the Trilogy, which focuses on Hunter. Who's Hunter? Hunter is the firstborn son of the infamous Beast, a hybrid of an Undead and a werewolf. The rightful heir of both the Pack and the Deads. But he doesn't want to take over the packs yet. He wants to meet his mate first. He has been watching his parents' relationship all his life and at the age of 25 he's desperately craving a mate of his own. He yearns for what his parents have.

Hunter. Fifteen years ago, I lived in a quiet village near the mountains, secluded from other human villages, but we didn't care. There was a ravine close by with fish, and the soil was fertile enough to plant all manner of crops. My father, however, was one of the most important people there. He was a hunter, the best you'd ever see. He could kill three wild fowls with a single toss of his throwing knife. My mother was the resident healer, capable of curing any illness, a real wizard when it came to making potions and antidotes. My sister, well, she was the talk of the town, on every young man's lips. She was pretty and graceful, and all families wanted her as their daughter-in-law. I wante

"Why? So you can lose some more bolts trying to kill me?" He turns the crossbow over in his hands, already bored with it. Then the cocky smile disappears. "You want a monster, Hunter? You're about five kilometers from where you should be standing. People are going missing out of Tamarack. It isn't us doing it, and it isn't nothing either." He tosses me the crossbow and I catch it against my chest. The knife he drops at my feet instead of handing it over, and somehow that's the most insulting thing he's done all night.

The hunter leader’s eyes gleamed with fascination. “And when they do…” He raised his weapon slowly. “They become the most dangerous creature alive.” Adrian stepped fully in front of me. “You’re not killing her.” “Oh,” the hunter replied softly. “I told you.” His finger tightened on the trigger. “I’m not here to kill her.” The gun fired. Adrian moved instantly. The bullet struck his shoulder. Blood sprayed across the dirt. I screamed. “ADRIAN!” He staggered but didn’t fall. Instead, his wolf burst forward again with a roar of pure rage.

She said and then looked at Oscar. "There is another hunter out there; he seems to have the same vision as Giles and John Hunter. He is not working with them, but he is trying to make it seem like the attacks are from Giles. Our community isn't as large as it once was. If this hunter is allowed, he will wipe us out. Unlike the Hunters that had ties to the supernatural community, this one has no ties anywhere." She warned Oscar. "Do you know his name?" Oscar asked her, and she shook her head.