Novel & Cerita The Huntsman Book

He never remembered when he had read like that but he was determined to finish reading the whole story that very day. Dawn came. Hunter had just finished reading. His eyes were even more darker than ever. He threw the manuscript on the floor disappointedly. Apparently, he didn't find what he was looking for. One thing peculiar about the manuscript was that it talked more about everyone except the only person hunter was after; Nalishuwa Hamuumbu. He got up and felt his legs, back and neck ache like he had just finished running a marathon. He felt dizzy and sat back in his chair. He looked at the manuscript again and nodded his head. He thought about the amount of time he had wasted reading it

I expected that all the water in my eyes was already drained back at the kingdom as I poured everything I have at that time. Hunter gently lifted half of his body as soon as Luciana is done patching his wounds. He turned his face to me bestowing a serious expression. "Everything turned upside down as soon as I burned the book of the witches." I continued. "Penelope. The witches still have her. And I know no one could get her back apart from me." Then I clamped my hands and leaned them on my chest and I touched something hard. I lifted half of my body and pulled it out. To my surprise, it was the book - the same book that we have in the future.

Migara butt in to cut their conversation which is about to turn into an argument as it always have been. Archer folded his arms in his chest and Vivienne looked away. Migara didn't help but hide a grin, she knows fate would always find its way and unfold itself. Time is running out for the Huntsman who chose to reject his fate and everything will soon be unveiled to the naive princess to knows nothing about herself. Migara did her part. She completed her spell and let Vivienne drank the possion she created. One more minute and she found her visitors on their way to the palace to attend the annual ball.

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.)

It is a never-ending process to watch. "Look at these silly humans, they think you are lighting their dark world. The truth is, you are sending them to their doom. Tonight is again Vampire's Hunting Spree." Samantha said to the moon. "Piss off!" Samantha moves her gaze from the moon to the ground when she suddenly catches the scent of a man coming from the convenience store across the building. The scent is fresh to her nose. When the sight of a man stepping out of the door comes to her view, her lips subconsciously plaster a smile, "Hmm, finally, someone relieves my eyes."

It was a nice tattoo, I might frame it and hang it up in the office once I’m done with him. The herbs were right there in the robe, I could smell them, but I couldn't touch them with the Council members present. Opening the envelope and reading the rules for the last game meant reading what I had to do to her, my last horrific act towards the girl whose only wrong was being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The Hunt wasn't where I first met Hazel, it was a meeting with her Alpha last year where he begged me for an invitation to this year's annual Hunt. It was pathetic, I answered his desperate plead for a meeting only because the Council wanted him quiet and the King was the only one in

As I was trying to come up with a plan for taking down the last hunter on watch without being detected something came crashing out the window. It was one of the two hunters that were searching inside. The one I had just been planning on killing checked his friends pulse before cursing and jumping through the now shattered window. It seemed they found Mom and she was pissed. I could hear her wolf losing her shit. I jumped in just in time. My mom had her claws digging into the chest of the other hunter that had been searching the house. However she was not moving or completing the kill. The hunter who just came in from outside was holding a crying two month old Richard and in his other hand he

It's been an hour since I arrived at De Sylvano mansion, but the king was still missing. As soon as I walked in his room, a distant heady masculine crisp cologne hit my nostrils I was so familiar with. A gentle smile touched my lips. His scent seemed to soothe the burn in my chest. I wish I could introduce him to Mr. Harrison. Though I knew he would warn me about him seeing the dark aura around the Italian. But Mrs. Harrison would love him being the kind woman she was. Don't go there Cassie! You're nearing the line you shouldn't cross.

In the same way I couldn’t resist Logan’s scent, I couldn’t resist Hallen’s call either. Hallen steps out of the forest. He was alone, or so it seemed. His red eyes are bright in the darkness. He doesn’t stop, He strides right up in front of the pack. There were hundreds of wolves and he didn’t seem in the slightest bit worried that he could be torn apart. “What a wonderful display of protection!” He smiles at me, avoiding eye contact with anyone else. Growls erupt through the wolves, not one of them moving, when I feel a hand grab mine.

“Horrified at my thoughts but driven by my need, I ran into the woods. I saw an unsuspecting deer munching happily at some low leaves others had left behind. My body moved at a speed that brought back a hazy memory of a woman I had seen somewhere before. I had him by the throat before he could blink. “My hunger partially quenched, I began to realize the depth of my situation. I had heard campfire talk of creatures that roamed the night, immortals that survived on human blood. I raged in anger and ran further from the camp. I might not be able to reach Valhalla, but I would not deprive another soldier of his glory. I learned to sleep during the day, hidden away under fallen brush where