The Huntress Novel 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."

My voice isn’t loud, but the ground beneath my feet hisses. Race looks up slowly. Annoyed. “Saved her.” I’m in front of him before I realize I’ve moved. Heat roars off me, steam pouring from my shoulders. “You were supposed to watch her.” “And I did.” He said through his teeth. My gaze drops to her face. Pale. Too still. Her chest rises—but shallow. She’s weak. Is she even trained to fight like this? Guilt claws up my spine. “She fought hunters,” Race continues evenly. “Three of them.” That stops me cold, hunters ?All the way out here? That can only mean one thing. My hands curl into fists.

It’s knowing exactly how predators think because you hunt them for a living. This isn’t Anastasia, the woman who is my brother's mate. This isn’t a family dinner, Anastasia, or sharp-tongued banter, Anastasia. This is Chief Huntress Anastasia, and the difference is written all over her body. The way she distributes her weight, the way she angles her shoulders. Nothing wasted. Nothing extra. She’s in Aurora's room for a reason. She doesn't do anything without a purpose Every step she takes has a purpose, even when she looks casual, even when she smiles. Especially then. If she’s here, something tipped the scale somewhere else first.

I just let out a laugh, bending down to take a closer look at his terrified face. Everyone watching were either standing up in surprise or leaving their mouths to hang open. The so called members of the council were all on their feet, looking on in either fury or disbelief. I also glanced at a much angrier Benard...uh oh! I really don't understand what else they were expecting from a tagged ' huntress '. Was it because I was missing an arm? "Ahem! Looks like we've got a winner." A female elder announced to the silent crowd. Cheers erupted from somewhere behind me and I turned to see Cara and Athena doing a little victory dance. I smiled at their antics.

“Letting go does take time. I just hope the one you’ll eventually choose would be available when you’re ready. No rush, though, Greg. Wounds take time to heal.” “I won’t pursue a huntress, my queen.” As much as he wanted to. “Their kind brings more trouble than it’s worth.” “Do you really think that?” Lucy questioned, planting a seed of doubt in his mind. “The woman who posed a danger to our family has never been the epitome of a huntress, never even possessed the fundamental qualities that profession represents, almost as if she only qualified because of the mark on her nape. Not every huntress is like her. You’ve met many of them by now. Are all of them like her? Is anyone like her at all?

I did a little twirl in the middle of the room and started combing the bookshelves to see what treasures I could find. I was just too excited to have found this place. I came across a smaller leather-bound book that had a weird symbol on the front and when I opened it, I realized that it was a history of the Hunter's. I decided to keep that book just in case I needed it. I was totally in my own world when I felt someone’s arms go around me and breath in my ear. "I see you found my favorite place in the house." My body shivered at the contact. I thought that I was going to melt into a puddle right then and there.

After spending some time there, with him sharing some bits of his childhood with his brother; how he was the total opposite of him in nature, how he was rebellious and would have gotten along with me, we decided to get to his mansion. He hadn't gotten well yet, there was weakness in him. I could see it. So I didn't want him to roam outside much instead of resting. But I didn't know we had another surprise waiting there. As soon as we entered his mansion, we were greeted with Her Highness' precious presence. But what instantly drained my mood to the gutter was the woman beside her. Her very favorite, Roxanne Blackwood. Was the whole world after my man? First that bitch, Arianna, whose plans w

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.

he whispered, and I turned to look at him with tear-filled eyes. It was everything, all at once. I’d betrayed him, and in doing so I’d lost myself. Hunting had always meant that I’d gone home to him with innocent little lies, white lies, and I’d always managed to tell myself that they were honest, in their own way – not in truth, but in intention. But hunting was no longer what it had been to me, and I no longer felt like the same powerful huntress who could take a knife to the face and not think twice about it. The thunder roared outside, and instantly the room was lit with a flash of forked lightening. It crackled, purple and white, blooming across the sky like blood.

They seemed to have ignored her presence as they went on. Huntress was an agility-type hunter who also had some mind control powers. She was proficient in using both of them. He immediately rushed toward Uma with great speed. yet Uma remained in her position to move. Just as Huntress was about to make contact, Uma slightly tilted her body sideways and escaped the range of attack. Mia stood shocked at the scene in front of her. Huntress maintained her balance as she rushed in once again while trying to activate her mental powers. This time Uma jumped sideways and kicked the floor, which immediately cracked open. A few shards of rock flew into the air, and Uma revolved around her legs to kick