The Huntress Novel Novels & Stories

I say in a low breath but he says nothing. He places warm, open-mouthed kisses on my neck causing my body to scream with pleasure, “You are saying no but your body is saying yes me venatrix.” he lets out a low growl as his hands untie the front of my crop top exposing my bra underneath. {My huntress} I turn around slowly, Kye's eyes dancing with lust. I take a step towards Kye, not losing eye contact between us two as I stand on my tippy toes and place a kiss on his lips.

He couldn't even stand. Just when it looked like the ragdoll was going to beat him to death, it suddenly stopped and grabbed my hand. Then it used my fingers to lift the knife he had dropped and plunged it straight into his heart. The familiar system chime echoed. [Player Franklin Hanson has been eliminated.] My balance shot up by several hundred coins. My eyes sparkled. "Bunny, you're amazing! You even let me have the kill." The chat exploded. [Weren't these two supposed to be weak monsters? I left for a minute, and now they're so strong!]

𝙈𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙁𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩 𝙬𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜. – 𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙋𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙩. The hunt night was exhilarating for her as she finally had peacefully killed her prey, hearing his sobs, his cries, threats and pleads even. Begging for his corrupt life and even trying to bribe his way out but nothing would've satisfied Maya except for the death of someone who sucked the blood of innocents.

She was alive. I moved out of the pack to see if I could pick out the scent. The rain poured heavily over the abandoned warehouse at the edge of the forest where I picked her scent. Thunder cracked across the sky as I shifted back to my human form. The scent of blood hit me instantly. My mate was here. I saw my beta and the warriors beside me. I signal to them that I will go a alone “ Alpha you can't go alone, we are coming with you” he tried to stop me

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.

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.

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

“I am Lisa Lancelot, a female huntress and a vampire by birth. My hybrid status was a secret until this witch caught me, now she wants my rare blood to defeat this old lady’s magic. You got what you wanted, Catherine. Happy now?” Lisa’s frustration was just a normal reaction as she was forced to speak the truth. But the King sitting on the throne was shaken by this revelation, Maddox growled furiously. “That’s rubbish. Hunters were extinct two centuries ago. I have killed the leader of their pack with my own hands for ordering the hunt of innocent shifters. It’s impossible!” Whoa! Lisa was a huntress? “That explains her bad temper!” In the history books, it was mentioned repeatedly that hunt

It seemed desolate, as if Jeniece had never come back since that day. A rusted rack caught his attention, and upon it lay a pile of books, their covers worn and edges worn. He reached for one, its brittle pages crumbling in his hands, each page stained with the yellow hue of age. These books, ancient and forgotten, held secrets that had been hidden in plain sight, truths we had been blind to. Just as Hunter began to delve into the faded words, a shiver ran down his spine. He wasn't alone. Instinctively, he spun around, his whip slicing through the air with deadly speed. But before the whip could find its mark, it was caught mid-strike.

“My pride wouldn’t have it. Besides, I would greatly enjoy killing him.” God, Liz hated this woman. “D—Damien won’t have you hurting me! If you… if you kill Ashton, I swear I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you don’t live either. I’ll lie — I’ll say you—” “Oh, shut up.” The huntress scoffed, but she did withdraw her weapon. There was a high chance the hunter wouldn’t survive; he was still so young, probably not that skilled. “Fine. I won’t finish him off if you promise to behave.”