The Huntress Novel Novels & Stories

Doc say I need to rest, and Jared leans down and kisses my forehead, “don’t scare me like that again, okay?” and they leave me alone. I lie here listening to the damn beeping from the heart monitor. How did I get here? Why is this my life, constantly fighting against the evil in this world? I dream of a normal life, to be a normal seventeen-year-old, go to school, date, go to a fu**ing mall to shop, not kill a**holes. But that is not my destiny. I am Paige Amelia Stevenson. I am a Huntress, born to protect humans and stop Supernatural uprisings. When the gods decided to create their children and infuse them with supernatural powers, The goddess Baset decided to rebalence the power structure

The green scenery was magnificent and the clear blue skies looked picture perfect. Cadmus Hunter, I knew that name because he was the protagonist in the novel I wrote! I named him after my childhood crush! What the hell is happening? The realization struck me too hard and I fell to the ground. That character— if he’s the protagonist then I must be— I immediately left running as the anticipation struck me. I really died. And now, I am here, in Lunaria Kingdom. A fictional best seller fantasy book that I wrote! Wait a minute, so... I am… in my novel?! I am in the “Kingdom of Blood and Moon”! The novel I wrote and had published just weeks ago?

"The Asset is dead. The primary threat has been eliminated. Scour the bank for the girl. She couldn't have gone far in this weather. Terminate on sight. We cannot leave a witness to the Vane reclamation." ​I froze. The grief didn't vanish—it didn't even lessen—but it was suddenly encased in a thick, protective layer of ice. The "Huntress" didn't die in that explosion; she was forged in the heat of it. My tears didn't stop, but they turned cold on my cheeks.

Star pulled the hood mask over her face to stop from being recognized and charged ahead, easily slitting the throat of a hunter who was overpowering a younger warrior with a blade she took from Maximus’ collection at the last minute. There were bodies of wolves in fur and skin alike littering the ground and blood seeping from wounds she prayed were mostly superficial, but more so were human bodies belonging to hunters with claw and bite marks marring their fairer skin. Star kept herself low from bullets whizzing around her as she ran into the main battle. Screams of pain and anger were drowned out around me despite the volume, all she cared for was finding Stone. Maximus’ large form crashed

They may not help with my hair, but they might help with this. After a half hour of messing with the lock however, I gave up in disgust, cursing my luck to another mystery about this old house I may never solve. I sat down on top of the locker and my hand rested on the top, where suddenly, swirls of light blossomed out. A trinity knot formed under my palm and knot work encased the edge of the lid. Within the knotwork, letters began to flow in old script. “When she, born of the moonless night, be bound by powers three; four blood moons endure. Part wolf, part witch, the huntress she shall be. When Mo Anam Cara is bound, remember our roots and speak truth and love.”

The corridor she was in wasn't that busy at all and she could probably do better at trying to conceal him. Right now, he was a sitting duck just waiting for the sound of the rifle that would seal its fate. Why wasn't he moving? What was did he keep looking at? He looked as nervous as she was, glancing around him to check that nobody was coming after him but his gaze kept returning to something below him. Then Izzie saw someone's hand appear in front of him holding his hat, followed then by the rest of them. It was a young female slayer, from her pristine uniform and fresh young face Izzie would have said she was straight out of the academy. It seemed as if she had bent down to pick up his ha

the huntress announced, entering the hut after them, stepping over their bodies simultaneously reaching into her satchel bag, producing a crystal that glowed a faded shade of gold, shaking it quickly and as it glowed brighter she opened her hand and it raised a few inches over her palm. “Thank you for the obvious call,” Ean shot back, rolling onto his back, groaning loudly as his damaged body protested performing any action. “I haven’t struggled to move this much in many, many years,” Rector sighed, using his elbow to roll himself onto his back, sitting up slowly, raising an eyebrow at what the huntress was doing, “So I know you will not tell us your true name because we are outsiders, but s

"She belongs under my shadow. No one touches her, no one questions her, and no one takes her from me. I will hunt her to the absolute edge of the earth, and when I lock my hands around her waist again, she will finally learn what happens when a prey tries to run from its master." He marched out into the gray, bleak dawn, leaving his pack house in an absolute panic. Outside, thunder rolled heavily across the dark horizon, mirroring the feral storm trapped beneath his skin. He could still smell her lingering scent of rain and sweet lavender on the wind, a faint trail leading straight into the treacherous southern valley. He would find her before the moon reached its peak, completely unaware th

His gaze never wavered, holding on, sharp enough to cut diamond if he tried. They locked onto mine and everything else in the bar blurred into bleariness. The music faded from my ears just as all the people present there disappeared. Now there was only him and the weight of his stare burning through me. Heat rushed through every single corner of me until I was oversaturated. My body burned as the intensity of his emerald eyes aroused me. There was something about him that just felt dangerous in a predatory way. His eyes slowly checked me out, causing sensations to bombard me.