The Huntress Novel Novels & Stories

There was hatred in her eyes, not for me, but for the huntress on the other side. The sunlight outside was so strong that it hit the walls of the dungeon, and the white walls reflected the huntress's face. Once again her beauty caught my eyes. Her long eyelashes flickered and drenched her forehead with perspiration. Perhaps from pain, some of her perspiration flowed to the bridge of her tall, small nose, which dangled precariously at its tip. Bruising and residual blood were at the corners of her mouth. All of this was telling me that she was a beautiful woman. Her beauty was in a way that I couldn't ignore, and, crucially, I was fatally attracted to her body, whether for the smell or anythi

Natasha I ran my fingers along the spines on my favorite shelf on the bookshelf in the corner of my room. This shelf was where all of my romance novels sat waiting to take me to another world where I could explore all of my fantasies that I was too embarrassed to verbalize. I picked up a newer book, that I had bought, up on a whim. It’s synopsis boasted of a reverse harem shifter theme that had intrigued me from the jump. I put it in my bag to read by the fountain in the middle of town later that day.

She should've had her guard up, but she was too freaked out from reading about Garin's mom. The younger shifters had told scary stories around the campfires about a blue-eyed demon who killed unwary wolves in a very particular way. They named her The Huntress. To this day, that name sent spikes of ice down Willow's spine. The Huntress was said to kill her victims slowly, using blades instead of bullets or arrows.

The beautiful huntress soon wrenched her mouth from my own and reached down to still my wandering hand that firmly nestled between her thighs. "Anastasia..." Vale gasped breathlessly and started to wriggle in my arms. The way she said my name fascinated me—how it rolled off her tongue so naturally like she'd been saying it all her life. Yet I kept my persistence and held onto the struggling huntress. What she hated most was being dishonored by my lustful deed, and knowing that, I took full advantage of it.

She sassed. A smirked pulled at Darius lips and he nodded his head, repeating the same words he had said when she told him the same thing. “Is that so?” “Say,” Alexandra chirped as she placed both her hands on her hips, leaning her weight onto one of her legs and fixing her gaze on Darius twinkling ones. “You don’t already have a partner for the hunt now do you?” “Why’d you ask?” With a chuckle, she answered. “Isn’t it obvious? Every hunter needs a huntress. So you in?”

She looked so beautiful and peaceful in sleep. The sight of her sleepy face reminded him of their first night together. He had watched her throughout the night, memorizing every feature of her face, only pretending to sleep when she woke up the next morning. His chest tightened. Cathy was capable of protecting herself but recently there had been close skirmishes. Her encounter with the Brotherhood was the least of her problems. He knew why they attacked her. She was a wolf and a wolf should have nothing to do with a Hunter. That was the old law. It was the one thing that didn’t change over the years.

I still believe him when he says he doesn’t want it, but if she will have me, then I will make her our Queen. The run and hunt were perfect, and having Misty lead the hunt was even better. Annalise is one hell of a huntress, especially after being suppressed for so long. She was fast; she was cunning, and she led the hunt with precision. Now Raoul and Arthur held back, allowing her to get the first kill. Therefore, she got the first chance to eat. Once she had finished, she jumped up and laid down on a downed tree; she lay there and licked her paws, and I didn't think such a simple thing could look so beautiful and sexy.

"Every silver-spoon heir on the Atlantic coast trains for forest skirmishes. Let me guess, Harrison, you were the lead strategist for the academy team, weren't you?" "Two seasons running," he answered with a flare of pride. "Not that the title matters much out here." He downed his portion of the wine and watched the others follow suit before tightening the snare. "Most humiliating pup-hood crush?" Oliver winced before admitting, "The lead Huntress from that old silver-screen movie about the moon goddess." That pulled another genuine laugh from my throat, but Harrison looked stunned when I reached over to give Oliver’s shoulder a commiserating pat. "If it helps your dignity, I thought the lon

In saunters three men. Marek, and two unfamiliar men. The Hunter appears stoic and unbothered as he walks in, pulling his leather gloves off before handing them to one of the men beside them. He nods, a silent command, sending the men off in different directions, done assisting him with whatever he was doing. He's wearing his black hunting coat, a Baldrick strapped to his chest, making me shiver. Vaia straightens, smoothing down her skirts, not worried about creasing it. Marek sees her first, gaze unreadable, before it flickers to me. Then that calm façade shatters.

On the pink home page, all the other women's photos had disappeared. Only my photo remained, hanging alone in the center, locked onto by a huge, bloody red "Hunting" icon. Below it was a new line in bold black text. [Exclusive Hunting Mode activated.] The target of the new Quest was simple and crude. [At the public lecture three days from now, get Sinead soaked in front of everyone.] [Quest Reward, two thousand dollars.] The words "soaked" had been written in red, loaded with insult and innuendo.