The Huntress Novel Novels & Stories

She had honestly thought she was strong. But standing before Hunt, none of it mattered. Those mornings in the forest felt like child's play, a pathetic attempt at strength compared to the raw, predatory power radiating from this girl. Her hard work had been for a human world, but here, she was a novice, and this "child" was a lethal weapon. Hunt’s expression went stone-cold. "I was being polite. Get up." Hunt lunged again. A kick to the ribs, a shove, and Michelle sent spiraling.

That memory has haunted me ever since that day, a reminder of how deceiving appearances can be and how you never truly know what lies beneath the surface. "Elise!" yelled Lizzy as she stormed through the door. She noticed me standing in front of the mirror, inspecting my dress. Lizzy came to a halt as she took in my attire, a flowing white gown with lace trimming. Her eyes widened. "Elise, is that…” “Are you wearing a wedding dress?" In disbelief, she inquired. She said, "You're getting married?" "Elise, are you going to marry that murderer?" Lizzy took a step towards me, frightened about her eyes watering up. "Did you forget about it already? Regarding what he did... "

The two henchmen and the hunters at the bar gazed in amazement at Dante's strength. "You bastard!" One of the henchmen yelled. "That's enough," A sudden interruption broke the tension-filled air, and from the shadows emerged a woman, a vision of fierce beauty, a Lycan Huntress whose presence commands attention. With long, flowing black hair cascading down her back like a midnight waterfall, she exuded an aura of mystique and danger as she walked in slow majestic strides toward Dante. Her obsidian locks were dark as the night itself, contrasting strikingly against her flawless alabaster complexion. The lights glimmered off her pale skin, enhancing the exotic allure that captivates all who dar

It was time to see what the hell was going on. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I hope you have enjoyed chapter one of The Hunt for Knowledge. Newly mated Katalea and Dakari are about to go on an adventure that will take them to some unique places with some unique new friends. Of course, we won’t forget about Dalya and her troubles, and isn’t it about time we hear from Katalea’s Mom and Dad? Stay tuned!

Custom shotgun in hand, still smoking. Beside him, Alice Hunt. Armor matte black, face unreadable. Twin pistols raised like extensions of her thoughts. “Left side,” she said, voice calm as breath. Bang! Bang! Bang! Another werewolf hit the ground, twitching. The third figure moved behind them silent, composed. Layla. Hair tied back. Crossbow steady in her grip. No trembling. No fear. Just cold purpose in her eyes. “Where is Ruth?” she asked flatly. Zarin, bloodied and half-shifted, growled through his teeth. “She’s dead. Duke killed her.”

I nodded to Xavier, he had every right to hate me, and if that made him feel better, then I would take it. I closed my eyes as he raised the knife and waited for him to plunge it deep into my chest. To be continued… (This book is a Duet, the Hunter and The Hunted. The Hunted i still being written, please see my website for more information. It is on my to be written list after I finish my final revisions of my main series and the spin off completion.)

Maybe I should visit her today because I'm free all day. However, whenever I think of her, I always remember how I felt the first time I saw her. Besides, my instinct forces me to see her again to find out if she's in trouble. Unfortunately, the situation that Antoine is going through today puts me in doubt because I know that I should not approach humans at the moment but, I admit that I really need to get out of our jungle to meet Cassandra . From another point of view, I already have a girlfriend and I normally have to focus on her, but the feelings I had for this girlfriend disappeared the day I met Cassandra. Yet I know that it is impossible for me to be in love with two woman at the sa

I greeted with a bow "Can I help you? "She asked with a tuneless voice with no expression on her face ignoring my greetings "Am looking for a book! "I said but her expression remained neutral "Which of them? " "One that says all about past huntress! "I said expecting her expression to change but nothing.... Her face remained neutral "You are the new huntress? "She asked which made me surprised "Yes....! " "Come with me! "She said and headed down the hall leaving me behind

Seeing the owner of the hands, there was a red-lipped woman with cold and dark red eyes, bowing her head to look at the map. She wore a blue and white robe with a gold sword at her waist. On top of her long black hair, there is a gold crown suitable for a princess. There was a glowing blue pendant around her neck. Her appearance which looks like a goddess can make people think of her as an angel. But, she is not an angel. She is a Soul Huntress. She is a rare existence. In ancient times, the world was calm under human rule. However, the King of Aspen, the Emperor of the North and his entire family were suddenly infected with a deadly disease.

“My sweet, sweet Sheila. This is why I brought you here. Because you are a huntress. But it isn't financial satisfaction that beckons you, no. Not like those who would seek to be rich and famous, shameless in everything they do. They hunt for prizes. You hunt for clarity. There is a difference, although those who are shameless would think they are one in the same. Everything is clear to them if they can pay for it. What they don't see is who pays for them. That, my love, is you.” I nodded, looking back into her eyes. “And if I continue to hunt, will I ever be satisfied?” The Countess shook her head. “No one will ever know the answer to that.” I thought for a moment, turning the words over in