The Hunter's Gonna Lay Low Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

"You all had it planned out, you all never wanted him to be the alpha and now he's gone you can suit yourself, but I'll never let that happen on my watch I'll make you pay even if I have to murder you with my own hands" Suddenly I begin to feel dizzy, a splitting headache accompanies the dizziness, my knees become week and my body aches badly , not able to fight it off finally I give in catching my breathes slowly,I feel my weight kift off the ground as I let go of all worries and anger closing my eyes shut, ************** Rolling around I feel my skin brush against something warm, opening my eyes slowly I see the room barely lit, it's all dark but thanks to my perfect eyesight from my hunte

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?’

It was like the world was wobbling . I tried to stand strong. I tried to remember that Sel needed me. That I told her she would not die today. That I would not lose her. But the Hunter didn’t care about my promises. He hit me again. And again. Fast. Hard. Sharp. Like he was enjoying every bit of it. My legs gave out. My whole body dropped to the floor with a loud thud. Dust rose around me. My back hit the cold ground and a heavy ache took over everything. Every breath burned. Every bone felt like it was shaking.

And I almost heard a champagne bottle pop. This is it! A full throttle retaliation would be served—. But nothing happened. “You!” Charlie exclaimed in surprise and fury. My curious eyes flew open. And I found myself staring at Hunter’s back. Or his black jacket. That broad, muscular stature was covering me entirely so I wouldn’t be seen. I felt relieved. But I was also furious. Hunter Black is the last wolf in the realm I want here. How will I ever be rid of him when he keeps doing this?

Thank you all for reading Dawn of the Hunters! As always Include a bonus chapter for the next book. If you could please leave me a review letting me and others know how much you have enjoyed the book I would greatly appreciate it. Below is the first chapter of: All Queens Kings - book 8 the final book in the series. Are you ready for it? To be honest, I'm not sure if I am. Chapter 1 – Through New Eyes LAMIA The night of the blood moon

Too many people fighting all around us for me to know who was even ok. The moment Lyra’s jaw had come away from her face, I had looked down on her wishing the fight would end there. She had felt like my true enemy, but truth is, she was actually just their follower, they had been here long before she got involved. I left her lying there and jumped up to my feet. Three hunters raised their guns to fire another round of bullets, I flashed over to them and grabbed the gun of one man smacking it around the heads of the other two before they could fire, then brought it down hard to the other man’s face, knocking him out cold.

Thankfully Khalia stayed where he’d left her, giving him one less thing to worry about. At last he reached the bottom of the first staircase. The air here was clearer than at the top. He drew in a full breath, stifled a cough as his lungs attempted to expel more smoke. The minimal sound that emerged triggered an immediate response. A burst of bullets smacked into the wall below him and pinged off the metal railing. Hunter swore and readied himself, bracing for the attack he knew was coming. He heard the shuffle of feet, caught sight of the muzzle end of the rifle as it appeared around the corner. The second the man’s head came into view, Hunter opened fire. His shot hit the guy in the side o

Anthony's POV I opened my eyes to the sound of rustling leaves. My instincts told me that something was not right. I slowly got up and brushed off the dirt from my pants. As I scanned the area, I saw a group of hunters circling a girl. She was huddled up in a corner, terrified and in pain. I could see the fear in her eyes as she stared at them. Without a second thought, I ran towards the group of hunters, my adrenaline pumping. As I approached them, they turned their attention towards me. I could see the confusion on their faces. They weren't expecting me to intervene.

Her eyes fell on a book with a black cover, the gold letters reading: “The Art of Breaking Chains.” She pulled it free, curiosity winning, and curled into his leather chair. The chair was far too big for her, swallowing her small frame, but she felt oddly safe in it. Before she realized, her eyelids grew heavy. The book slipped onto her lap as she drifted into sleep. Hunter returned late, his mood thunderous after the ring, after Geret. His mind was sharp, his body burning with violence he hadn’t been able to unleash fully. But the instant he stepped into the quiet house, he sought her.

he asked softly, his voice filled with concern. “Yes, Hunter,” I breathed, my body aching for him. “Please, take me. I want you. Enter me.” He studied me for a moment, then nodded. Standing up, he slowly pulled down his pants, revealing his manhood. My eyes widened at the sight. He was huge, and the sight of him sent a thrill of anticipation through me. I lay back, spreading my legs, inviting him in. Hunter knelt between my thighs, his hand gently stroking my wet center. “You’re so ready for me,” he groaned, positioning himself at my entrance. The moment he slid the tip of his manhood against me, I gasped, pulling him closer.