The Huntsman Book Novels & Stories

She left the baby close to Lady Ravenwood and hurried down the stairs to find the master’s butler. William was talking with another man when Agatha interrupted them. “The child lives, and the lady has requested you, William,” she said. “It doesn’t look good. Can you bring the documents? I think Lady Ravenwood will need to make a few changes.” “I have bad news as well,” said William. “Hunters have killed the master. I don’t know how they knew his whereabouts, but someone tipped them off. His car was ambushed when he was on his way back.”

Her growl echoed through the trees and her eyes glowed brilliant green. As Kathleen thrust the knife down, Emory shifted into full wolf and slipped through her legs. With extraordinary speed, Emory shifted back to Hunter, digging her fangs into Kathleen’s throat as she turned. Kathleen tried to thrust the dagger into her back, but she parried it with one flick of her wrist.

Lena The musty smell of ancient books and crackling fire enveloped me as I sat across from Hunter in his vast library. My shoulders ached from pouring over dusty manuscripts for hours, yet I was no closer to uncovering the mysterious secrets of bonding between dragon and keeper. Hunter droned on about obscure rituals, deliberately speaking in vague generalities that revealed nothing of true import. I stifled a yawn, struggling to focus. This lesson was proving as fruitless as all the rest.

I had never felt as complete in my entire life as I did right then. It was hard for me to think about going back to the pack because of the danger that lurked within Dark Moon’s borders. However, I would keep her safe one way or another. I would destroy anyone who tried to harm her. The good news was that Dante, a guy named Chris, and a Light Fae named Pylorna would be there to help. Dante’s gift let him see what the eyes could not and would be the best option to sniffing out our traitors.

If he said he saw a dire wolf, the same hooded female, then… "Where is she now?" He knew. "The library," Hunter replied. I nodded. Started to walk away, then paused, turning slightly to face Hunter. "Thank you," I said, my voice softer than usual. "You should rest up. You've done enough already." With that, I left the study. ——— I pushed open the library door, my eyes immediately finding her. She was scrambling to hide something, her movements just a touch too frantic to be casual. In her hands was a book on pack history – a painfully obvious attempt at innocence.

Hello faithful readers. How do you do? I have been incognito for a while due to some hardware issues with my computer but I have found a way around that thanks to God. I am sorry for letting you all down and hope that wouldn't happen again. Now that I have that out of the way, there is an announcement to make. I am here to inform you that Book 1 of Hunters: The Prequel - Hunter Hunted - is over. And Book 2 begins today!

Suddenly nudged her mind and there lying by her bare feet was his silver knife covered in droplets of Bram’s ruby red blood. Seizing the knife Helena appraised the situation. Howls and snarls echoed amongst the thick smoke and flames, and it was almost impossible to tell who was fighting who but suddenly the injured wolf of Jack raised its head. His single shining eye was trained on Alpha Romanov. Helena watched Jack slink along the burning walls of the building edging towards Alpha Romanovs grey wolf. He was stood over the defeated bodies of two Five Lakes wolves as the black wolf of Alexander and Alpha Brandon's glistening golden wolf tackled Caleb and the remaining two Beta wolfs.

I try again, waving a hand to catch her attention. She turns away, pretending to fix something in the back. …Okay. “I’ll just grab them and leave the money here.” As I reach out, I feel it. Someone behind me. I freeze mid-motion. “I don’t think she wants to sell to you, human.” Cold floods my spine. Human. Great. I ignore it—for now. “And why would that be?” I say, turning slowly. A hunter. What is he doing all the way out here? I scan without moving my head. Two more stand several feet behind him. My adrenaline spikes. The air smells like blood.

“You’re really doing this, aren’t you?” I don’t answer. Jamie chuckles, standing up as well. “Careful,” he says. “We don't need another crazy ex on our hands.” Riley steps aside as I move toward the door but before I reach it, there is a knock. One of the guards steps in. “We got a name, sir. Quinn Maryham.” “Alone?” I ask. “Yes, sir.” Jamie lets out a low whistle. "impressive" “Stupid,” I counter. It's like entering a supposed lion's den without protection.

I did a little twirl in the middle of the room and started combing the bookshelves to see what treasures I could find. I was just too excited to have found this place. I came across a smaller leather-bound book that had a weird symbol on the front and when I opened it, I realized that it was a history of the Hunter's. I decided to keep that book just in case I needed it. I was totally in my own world when I felt someone’s arms go around me and breath in my ear. "I see you found my favorite place in the house." My body shivered at the contact. I thought that I was going to melt into a puddle right then and there.