The Huntress Novel Novels & Stories

Stepping forward, I shuddered as I felt a presence behind me. Turning, my eyes widened as I saw The Huntress walking towards me. Both of her swords in her hands. She looked at me with her golden eyes and cocked her head to the side. I moved out of her way, my head bent down, neck bared to her. Taking off, she started to run as another howl erupted in the air. I stood there, trembling, as the power of her presences dissipated. Taking a deep breath, I ran back to Leo and the same direction she had gone.

Wolves and Lycans had never gotten along with bears, and I suspected this was a trap. Send the beautiful woman to catch my attention, so her hunting party can ambush me. My lip curled at the thought, and I stood over my kill with a roar that everyone would surely hear within a mile. That had to be it. I had never had a woman as beautiful and poised as her wander into my woods. Never before had they ever had any interest in me either. Yet, she wouldn't leave me alone. The huntress's eyes widened at my change, and I watched as she dropped her hands to the ground as if to push herself up. The action was confusing and made me growl. She was foolish. She should have grabbed her weapon. Even the s

It wept for her. “God, I’ve missed you…” she took my face between her hands and stared deeply into my eyes. “Make me scream for you, Magnus. Take me hard.” “You don’t know what you’re asking for, Huntress,” I hardly recognized my voice, so thick with lust. “I will ruin you.” “Haven’t you already?” she laughed, a low, seductive sound. Her hands reached between us for my fully erect and eager shaft. “I want to taste you,” she said with a devilish grin and pushed me back onto the bed.

Maddie slid down the wall, the impact wound on her head, leaving a crimson trail, laid still. I knew she was fine, that even if part of her skull had been crushed by the impact, it would not be enough to end her unlife. Even so, the sight of her lying there as pathetic as a discarded toy filled me with rage. I redoubled my efforts but was still woefully unable to turn the tide of the battle. Before I could even react, I found myself prone on the hard floor of my once safe brownstone. The huntress straddled me, holding her hand-axes in a crossed formation, reminding me somehow of a Jolly Roger in a children's pirate book.

...Hunter POV... I felt like pulling out my hair. For what seemed like the twentieth time now, the Huntress, whoever she was, had managed to foil my plans. I didn't know who this Huntress was, but she was driving me insane. No matter what I did, she always seemed to be one step ahead of me. Earlier on, I sent my men out to capture another lead. We had been tailing him for a week and found an opportunity to grab him discreetly. He was a minister of the government and was known for taking handouts. Making him an easy target for Silvio.

At one table, Nick saw a huge woman sitting alone and texting on her phone. He sat down next to her, “Hey. Are you the huntress?” Nick asked with the tone he used when interrogating criminals. “Excuse me? What are you talking about?” The woman asked. “You're the one who has been doing the lycanthropes in, aren't you?” Nick asked, undettered. “Is this a pick-up line? Because if it is, you need practice.” The woman said and walked away, but not before calling Nick a weirdo.

Lukas asked, his eyes widening with curiosity. “Not exactly. More like a bounty hunter.” Lukas grinned, and my cheeks flushed. “A huntress. I like that. No wonder you were able to give me a hard time last night,” he said. “You can’t let big guys like me get the best of you.”

For the first time, it’s not dread I feel, but anticipation. “Ready to train?” I ask, and my voice is stronger than I expect—a strength in it that is not just mine. Edward bows dramatically, sweeping his arm. “Lead the way, Huntress.” After an hour, my muscles burn in the best possible way. The Orion swords are different from anything I’ve practiced with. I can wield them individually, but when I connect them again they lock into place with a satisfying magnetic snap and become a single, slightly curved, double-edged weapon.

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

She recognized the signs. Kael’s voice came first, not the high-pitched squeak of a boy, but steady and low: “The Huntress carries fire in her belly.” Liora’s little hand lifted, pointing at nothing. Her tone was soft, sing-song, but the words were sharp as knives: “But the fire is chased by shadows. One without scent. One without name. She walks with ruin… or salvation.” The laughter in the room died. Even the air seemed to bow in silence.