The Huntsman Book Novels & Stories

she whispered, “but you have to show me that you have control.” He was coming toward her. Stalking her. Seemingly uncaring now of the burns on his throat. “D-Damon?” He kept coming toward her. Hellen was afraid that “control” might not be part of his vocabulary anymore. ************** ***************** ******************* Footsteps thundered behind him. “Freeze, Hunt!” Freeze. The order was so familiar. So was the voice shouting it. Patrick. But Damon didn’t freeze. He kept stalking toward Hellen. She was the only thing that mattered to him.

" Understood eight twelve, reinforcement is already on the way." A child's birthday, oh god. Proles, these genetically engineered animals were monsters and Maddox had already seen with his own eyes what these beasts could do. He didn't want to imagine what she would be waiting for at her destination. But he would find out, because he was Venator, a state-approved hunter whose job it was to get the prole plague under control.

Tonight, she would hunt. But now was not then, and for now it must suffice her to buy bread from the market. So, she walked down Main Street in her Hunter uniform with a book under her arm and some change in her pouch to go to the merchant booths. Lunus was young, beautiful, and barely twenty, which was the age requirement for a Hunter to go out and hunt. She kept her orangey hair pulled back in a tightly wound bun with two locks left loose at the front. Her skin was fair with a peach tint of wellness. Her eyes were soft and green like jasmine. Her uniform was neatly buttoned to the collar, in perfect condition, and green as the forest with a name embroidered in gold on her left breast: L. R

My mind was still marveled at how she could appear as a young, sea-blue-eyed innocent girl who dressed in a velvet red hood but possessed the killing instinct of a swift assassin. I noticed her entire hunter outfit. It was elegantly made up of various shades of red and black, with red as the primary color on the main suit. Over her suite was a sleek-looking leather jacket with black asymmetrical backcloth hanging like a tuxedo tail. Even her combat boots were patterned with light-red strokes. Unlike most hunters, red seemed to be her signature color. My red rose. The thought seemed to come out of nowhere and entered my foggy head as my eyes traced over the beautiful huntress. Her fingerless

The smell of wet forest after a long rain and sun heated honey, wakes me from my sleep. I don’t know how many times I’ve tried to escape by now, but nothing I do seems to work. More and more wolves are going missing, if Tam’s growing hysteria is anything to go by.

Callum tried to be precise and accurate this time. For the fucking 5th time. And he couldn’t catch a hamster. Seriously. With the power he now had being a vampire and a wolf. Jeez. He took his mark. And focused. He blocked everything in his mind. The buzz from the pack. The encouragement from Dad, even when he wasn’t Swift. He could hear them. He blocked all teases from Max and the Betas in the pack. He zoomed out everything except for the little white creature who was grazing and nibbling on the grass.

He looked at my claws; then into my eyes; he didn’t see any mercy; he saw the demon. “Stop!” he screamed; his eyes shut, slowly opening to look into my cold ones; “I’ll tell you; I’ll tell you where it is!” My hand stopped just inches from his heart poking his chest; the demon growled with disappointment; the wolf smiled with satisfaction. “Hmm,” I lowered my hand; I leaned in close to him. “That’s better.”

Zeke called down. I climbed back up. “There’s a chest and this weird book, I don’t know. But nothing is in the book.” “The cover says Ghost Stories.” Wyatt pointed out. I swear the cover was blank before. I sighed and handed it off to Hunter. “It must be enchanted or something.” Hunter opened the book. “Who is Captain Rowell ‘The Cruel” Swale?” “I don’t know,” I answered. “Why?” “There’s a story in here about him.”

A bullet blew through his forehead disintegrating him into burnt ash in no time, even before he could scream in pain. ☆☆☆☆☆ Twilight Fall Town The Vampire Cove I A figure ran in, the atmosphere was disturbed and Huntman rose on his feet from his wooden throne. He looked disturbed as it was obvious on his face, he looked at Alan who stood beside him and back at the heaving vampire. "Speak!" Huntman ordered. The Vampire sighed "he's here." He said. Alan looked scared, his red eyes shaking heavily like they were going to pop out of their sockets but Huntman looked calm, he turned at Alan.

So, the Power Keep for the Trelinin Protectors would be the treasure of a lifetime,’ Zen filled me in. Fuck. Shit. Damn. There was no doubt in my being when it came to my mad respect for Ziyah. Thirty-seven years being tortured and abused, accepting the punishments without fail just to protect her people’s legacy. “So, you know where Haleen is then?” he asked us after a minute of silence. Dante had his signature cocky smirk and threw his arm over the back of his mate’s chair. “Mhm. She very fucking beautifully interrogated one of the wolves that were working with the Darkies. Fucking hell, man. You should watch her next interrogation. Even Elle was thoroughly fucking impressed,” he said smug