The Huntress Novel Novels & Stories

Where was the huntress who could not care less about men? Because he was not an ordinary man. He was a thousand-year-old vampire who had robbed someone else’s power in the most evil way. The legendary vampire king Fragor. The worst villain in history, and she just could not flee from his ministrations. Was her plan to curse him an excuse? She began to think. No. No way. “Right,” he agreed, staring straight into her eyes right before he obliged her. The cold touch, which made her flooded with the opposite, took hold of her soft round flesh. She gasped, arching her back in half-relief, displaying herself better for him while her wrists were still together above her head.

**** DELLA I watched as Hunt walked off towards the aisles before I went in search of clothing. Since it was going to be cold in the mountains, I took three sweaters, all neutral colours like beige and brown. Being around humans always made me so nervous. No one wants to grow up as human only to learn that they're actually a beastly creature that turns every full moon because that's the time when our powers are at their peak and the Moon Goddess is calling out to us to embrace our role in nature.

Douglas look at the face of the huntress and was perplexed of the reason behind why she undertook the move of impersonating the Huntress. "Allyson why?" He asked . But Allysson remain silent now that her identity was discovered. "You know her Douglas?"Chris cross his brows observing both of them. "Yes, and you coul include frustrated sexual assault, poisoning, attempted rape and kidnaping together with the others chatges you prepared." Douglas said. He handed Allysson over Chris team then walk away.

“I wish you luck.” “I'm interrupting your friendship bonding, but can we get on with what we discussed on the phone?” Marissa's sarcastic voice startled them, arms akimbo. They didn't realize when the door swung open. As she approached the desk which stood in the middle of the library she pulled out two guns and dropped them it. Aiden eyed them and she noticed. “For safety, sometimes, the huntress becomes the hunted.” Marissa smirked, glancing at Aiden. Bradville

the huntress smirked behind her cracked mask, the white dress on her were more tattered than before as she walked up to them, holding her right shoulder probably dislocated from where she’d smashed into and her other hand still holding onto her weapon. “I told you, didn’t I? It wasn’t a lie. I witnessed her taking her last breath then I left her cold body buried in the sand.” The mask crumbled off her face down to the desert ground just as blood drew down to her face from her head. “Earlier it was a daft girl now a preggers woman, when will I have a fair fight.” The pregnant woman raised a brow at those silly words from the huntress. “Don’t be deceive cracked child,”

My eyes fell upon those leather boots, making a clicking sound when they approached me. “Athena Becker, the Red Huntress, living in the outskirts of Sapphire Crest to ensure no harm enters our land.” His raspy but dominant resonance came, approaching me gradually. My body stopped struggling for a minute, looking up at him in disbelief. “You…” Left astonished, I never perceived that but then again, you never know what could be going in another person’s mind. He was before me as my vision adjusted to the light entering the room, falling on his aesthetic features. “The strong huntress, powerful, brave and most importantly…”

Bodies collided; the sound of fists hitting the enemy’s flesh; the snarls of wolves filling the air. I moved through the brawl, sidestepping the Crimson Sparrow enforcer that launched himself at me. I grabbed his arm, snapped it like a twig, and tossed him aside like a rag doll. I walked straight towards Henrique. Henrique shifted. His clothes ripped as he turned into a brown wolf. He launched himself at my throat. I caught him in mid-air, and my hand closed around his throat. I slammed him to the ground, and the ground cracked from his impact. I didn’t move; I didn’t have to.

Now she had to clean up the evidence. She scrubbed the mud from her boots and threw the water out the window. She brushed every leaf and twig from her cloak and hid it in a chest. She washed her skin with strong soap, scrubbing away the scent of the forest. She opened the window to let in the garden's flower scent. She remade her bed perfectly, pretending to be a noblewoman just waking up. She turned to run back into the trees and froze. The huntress was gone. Only the lord's wife remained.

" He retorted. Zed my beta was lucky enough to survive that night. They were off from our castle and went to the borders together with Cedrick, my brother and half of my pack. I never knew that we wouldn't be seeing him again after that night. Zed, told us the whole story. They encountered a woman in a hoodie. A huntress! I asked him how many huntresses but he said it's just one. The story seemed too impossible to be true but with Zed, I trusted him as my beta. We're friends too. He won't dare to betray me. He narrated the story and it seems to me that the huntress is good at fighting against them. According to Zed, she wiped away my warriors and finally aimed her bow on my brother. Right th

I turned a corner quickly and broke into a light jog. And they started jogging too. “Stop running, bitch!” one of them laughed. “You know how this ends.” Panic immediately overwhelmed me. I clutched my bag tighter and ran harder. My coat flapped behind me as I sprinted down the dimly lit street. Their heavy footsteps pounded behind me, closing in very quickly. So close that I could hear their breathing now, they sounded like hunters enjoying the chase. I cut into a narrower alley, hoping the tight space would slow them down. But that was a seriously wrong move as it only made their voices echo louder.