The Huntress And Her Love Prey Novels & Stories

Covering up the hole with some moss, she dusted off her dress and hurried home, her thoughts of the Hunters exposing her long gone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "They're here! The Hunters have arrived!" The cries of the young boys ran through the whole village, many men and women coming out to see the sight. Liam riding in front, followed by nine other men, all on horseback. On the back of Liam's horse was the dead carcass of a mountain lion, and his quiver held an unusual number of arrows. Instead of the standard twelve like the rest of the men in his party, it held 15, two from the archer who had shot the beast earlier, as well as the arrow aimed to warn him.

But the huntress, instead of killing the prisoner, cut her hand and held out her hand. Taken aback, astonished mother barely had time to cover the child's open mouth. - What? the girl asked angrily, grabbing the wound with her hand. The prisoner shook her head. - He is a boy. He needs male blood... – and she wept softly, realizing that the miracle that could happen before her eyes would not happen. “Enough howling already,” the huntress snapped angrily. - Open your mouth. And keep in mind, just rypneshsya, cut down, without looking.

"She belongs under my shadow. No one touches her, no one questions her, and no one takes her from me. I will hunt her to the absolute edge of the earth, and when I lock my hands around her waist again, she will finally learn what happens when a prey tries to run from its master." He marched out into the gray, bleak dawn, leaving his pack house in an absolute panic. Outside, thunder rolled heavily across the dark horizon, mirroring the feral storm trapped beneath his skin. He could still smell her lingering scent of rain and sweet lavender on the wind, a faint trail leading straight into the treacherous southern valley. He would find her before the moon reached its peak, completely unaware th

She should've had her guard up, but she was too freaked out from reading about Garin's mom. The younger shifters had told scary stories around the campfires about a blue-eyed demon who killed unwary wolves in a very particular way. They named her The Huntress. To this day, that name sent spikes of ice down Willow's spine. The Huntress was said to kill her victims slowly, using blades instead of bullets or arrows.

I still believe him when he says he doesn’t want it, but if she will have me, then I will make her our Queen. The run and hunt were perfect, and having Misty lead the hunt was even better. Annalise is one hell of a huntress, especially after being suppressed for so long. She was fast; she was cunning, and she led the hunt with precision. Now Raoul and Arthur held back, allowing her to get the first kill. Therefore, she got the first chance to eat. Once she had finished, she jumped up and laid down on a downed tree; she lay there and licked her paws, and I didn't think such a simple thing could look so beautiful and sexy.

Best part, he’s going to pay me $10 million to capture him as a tribute to the loss. Taking care to make my steps completely silent, I stepped behind a dumpster that smelled like a mix of rotten fish and other seafood. Why a vamp with a high sense of smell would want to be anywhere near this thing is anyone’s guess. As I rounded around the dumpster I began to hear soft moaning noises and I hoped I wasn’t about to witness anyone in a compromising position. The alley was only barely visible by the two red security lights and I was having trouble making out what was what. The ground was still wet from rain and it helped reflect some of the red light around. I passed a stack of wooden crates and

A song of the sword, twirling on the breeze. And then the voice, dry and entertained. “Didn’t expect to see you lot still alive.” Serena stood up too fast. There was one hard smack to her chest. A figure stepped out from among the trees. With her hood up, two long blades crisscrossing her back, and a silver clasp at her collar shaped like a falling star. The Huntress. “ Huntress." Lucian breathed. Serena didn’t know if she felt shocked or relieved.

Her eyes went up his neck and finally caught his face. He had opened his eyes now and found hers to look at hungrily. The fireflies in the summer twilight shone with full force. She plunged in and let herself be carried away, enchanted by the colors and impressions that she could recognize in them. The sincerity that resonated in it took her breath away and she wondered how he got out of the torture of the hegeduns, which had as its goal to break this proud man in front of her, how Phoenix had risen from the ashes and even this tender, soft one Had kept the page that he was now showing her again. She thought of her own fate and doggedly realized that she herself had not been as strong as Par

The hunt was fierce. Twenty consorts scattered through the thick forest, and among them the outsider…. Serena. Twenty-one women, weapons drawn, hearts pounding, every eye set on a single prize. The forest itself seemed alive. Shadows stretched long, branches tangled overhead, and every rustle in the leaves made their blood quicken. Serena gripped her bow so tight her knuckles whitened. Every whisper of leaves had her arrow cocked and ready. “Come out, deer,” she hissed under her breath, eyes sharp.

How could I possibly survive the Hunt? the females were quiet and bothered the males were happy and cheering sick.... Damien stepped forward then, his golden eyes gleaming with authority. “The Hunt is where leaders are born. Where strength rises, and weakness is cut away. I expect every warrior to fight with everything they have.” His gaze swept across the crowd. And for the briefest second, it landed on me. Not with concern. Not with recognition. But with cold expectation. Serena’s smirk widened as whispers swirled around us. I could almost hear their thoughts. She’ll never survive. She’ll fail, just like she always does.