The Huntress Dbd Novels & Stories

The huntress stood at the center, her dagger drawn. I walked into the circle, Zenard at my side. The pack tightened around us. "The truce moon demands blood if a challenge is refused," the huntress said. "You carry the relic. You are a pretender to the Phantom's throne." "I am the Queen of Steel," I said. "And I am here to surrender my crown." Zenard stepped forward. "I unmask her. It is my right as her mate." The huntress smiled. "Then you condemn your pack to war. We will not let the relic be destroyed."

I did not rush to shut down the "Goddess Hunter" server. Instead, through a backdoor I had left behind when I analyzed the code earlier, I quietly prepared a brand new module I had already written. I named it "Scumbag Hunter." I sorted all the evidence of his academic fraud, along with the videos and photos of his cheating, into categories and packaged everything together. Then, I turned it all into "Hunting Quests." - After I finished everything, I checked the time.

Lukas was done when two people spoke “ I don't agree with her being our Luna” they said in unison “ What your reason” I can see he is trying to control his anger “She’s human.” They spoke in unison and people began t o murmur. “She’s a hunter.” “She’s weak.”

The first hunter lunged. Fast. Too fast. Kai intercepted him midair, their collision sending a shockwave through suspended space. I gasped as their powers clashed, silver light against something darker and older. The other silhouettes began emerging from the portal. Three. Four. More. The Moon Goddess growled, shifting into full wolf form and leaping toward one of them. “You cannot win this confrontation,” the elegant hunter said calmly as she advanced toward me. “Watch me,” I breathed. She struck first.

The last thing Callum saw in his consciousness was an angry Stephen leaping on him, he wrapped him inside his arms and his canines punctured the pulsating vein in his neck. And everything black out. *********** Tabby

"She thinks... she thinks he wants her. The broken... the freak. He will never want her. He will hunt her. He promised me! The Hunt! She... she will die at the Hunt! I will wear her skin." The rest was cut off by a heavy, wooden thud, like her door was yanked open, and her voice faded as she was presumably dragged into the hall. ​I slid down the wall, my legs giving out again, and landed hard on the floor. My blood had turned to ice. That... that was the real Luna Quinn. Not the grieving, perfect wife. But a raving, murderous, unstable... thing. She will die at the Hunt. I will wear her skin.

The hunter hissed—not in pain, but in irritation, as though a child had interrupted his game. His hood turned toward her. “Old witch,” he said, voice dripping venom, “you meddle where you should not.” And before I could blink, a tendril of shadow shot forward, piercing Mirella’s chest. Her chant cut off with a gasp. The glow around us flickered. “No!” I lurched forward, but Damon’s wolf body shielded me, his massive frame vibrating with rage. Lucas tore free of the broken wall, blood dripping down his jaw. Both brothers locked eyes across the chaos, for once united in one single, murderous thought—

My body buzzed with tension, every instinct screaming that something wasn’t right. And then, the gunshot. It was too close. I twisted, moving out of the way just in time as the bullet sliced through the air where I’d been standing. A growl ripped from my throat, my body surging forward as I shifted midair. The transformation sharpened everything—the scents, the sounds, the movement in the shadows. My eyes locked onto one of the hunters pressed against a tree, his rifle raised. I didn’t give him the chance to fire again.

And what the fuck was she thinking being out here alone? I started after her—trotting carefully, so she wouldn’t hear me—until I reached the place where she’d stopped and sought the scent. I sniffed the ground there and stopped trotting, my entire body on alert, and hackles high. To my nose, her scent had mingled with that thing’s trail. Cara, the shy and unassuming librarian, was out in the woods in the middle of the night, following the thing that had attacked her. She was fucking hunting.

Don’t even get her started on the ongoing bagel purchase. So between her and him, they clearly weren’t enemies. But did that make them friends? Allies? Maybe something… more? No. The bottom line was he was a duke and she was a huntress. The last time a pairing like this happened, the huntress ended up dead - not that Sush disagreed with the outcome - and the duke ended up angry, betrayed and heartbroken. There was no way he’d let it happen again. And there was no way she’d choose him over executing the plan she’d kept to herself for years.