The Last Hunter Witch Novels & Stories

She crawls out of the reach of his grasp and over to us. “Someone help him!” She cries out as I pull her into my arms. Atticus charges in; there was no way the Hunter was getting away this time. As the Hunter doges blow after blow, I find myself amazed at their movements. It’s like this person was trained from birth to do this, to face furious monsters head-on. Finally, black smoke starts to snake up Hunter’s body, and he’s swallowed by darkness. “The Witches…” I said, knowing that they had helped him escape, but why? Were they not considered monsters as well to the Hunters?

But we kept coming. One hunter landed a silver blade across her arm; another drove her back from the circle. Her magic flared hotter, faster, the ground itself trembling as the fire pit cracked wider. She was trying to finish the ritual even as we closed in. The witch slammed me into the dirt again with a flick of her wrist, but this time I rolled and came up with my blade ready. One of my hunters loosed another silver arrow, this one grazing her shoulder, forcing her back from the growing fire pit.

I didn’t try to get the scene behind my eyes like I usually try to, I let it play again this time, relieving when the kiss happened, sleep welcomed me without me knowing. I saw a wolf, a huge black wolf. I looked around trying to figure out where I was but all I could see was a maze of trees, my heart thundered. The wolf standing a few feet away from me it didn't look like it was a normal wolf, it was more compared to the a wolf. It had black furs and long sharp pointed canine that looked sharp enough to rip iron apart. It stared at me like a predator stalking its prey, waiting for the perfect moment to lunge.

“You fools think you can contain me? I am far more powerful than you can comprehend! Release me now, or you shall face the consequences!” The chief and his hunters stood resolute, unaffected by the witch’s threats. They had faced numerous foes in their quest to protect the innocent from dark magic, and they were prepared for any challenge. With precision and coordination, they approached the captive witch, binding her with chains forged from enchanted silver—a material that weakened her powers. The witch struggled against her restraints, her attempts to break free futile against the combined strength and skill of the witch hunters. Realizing that escape was impossible, she turned her gaze to

She paused. “What about the green?” Luka looked at Marquise in her curiosity. “A half wolf…” Marquise replied in a heavy tone. Luka wrinkled her forehead. “What does it mean?” Marquise walked to the table and she poured the wine for herself. She sipped it once, twice, and third times… “You know what my last battle was?” She asked Luka with her piercing stare. “That old witch is The Wehr…” “The Wehr? The Protector, you mean?” Luka stirred her glass of wine in her hand.

Their population was decreasing, and humans have been invading a few of the territories. Just last time, he had seen a mother being pierced in her heart by a heartless human. That woman had kids waiting for her return back home but instead, she died after risking exposure to humans so she can get some food since preys were slow in that part of the camp, and there was no source of food except if they hunt them. "What do you mean were-witches? Elinor is the last were-witch. She is the only one living before Judas." "She had children with Colin of the Bloody Immortals Pack, in case you did not know since you were not around for half the time being,"

The witch gives me a small smile as she steps back and looks up at the moon. “He’s not my mate.” I snarl as I pull on my chains but they don’t even clang together, let alone allow me to escape. "He's not my Alpha either.” I glare at the witch who looks at me with an uncertain gaze. “My fated mate and my Alpha is Alpha Hunter of the Sliver Pack. He is the only one I will accept and I would rather die than allow you to help that monster bond with me.” I let all of my hatred for Alpha Jacob bleed into my voice as I glare at the witch. I see a flicker of doubt roll across her face before she clears her throat and turns her face back up to the slightly red full moon.

I asked. Cain was the one to answer. “Trust us, if it were up to us, we'd have nothing to do with you. However, the Alpha is desperate. The future Luna has fallen ill, and, unfortunately, only a witch can save her now.” The carriage fell silent as his words sank in. There were still so many questions swirling through my head. For starters, what the hell was an Alpha? Did he mean... the leader of a pack of wolves? Something clicked into place.

"The Goddess created us this way, Hunter, you can alter it," "Father knows some kind of witches," "Don't even think about it," Cromwel eyes pointed toward him. "Witches have access to the beyond," Hunter sighed. He looked above, looking at the starry night sky. Then he added,"But father also added that those witches wanted something precious in return for their services," "And?" "And what? I can pay them some good money," Hunter shrugged. Cromwel sighed while preparing the cooked meat into the plate. "I hope you know what you're doing, Hunter,"

" Alpha Kieran says every word with a deep-seated tone of seriousness. He's just told me I can go, but relief doesn't come. Everything he's said rolls around in my head, and there's one link I'm trying to draw. One thing I have to confirm just so I know what to make of all this. "Can I know when the witch hunter passed by these parts? The one who said he was on his way to the Silvercrest pack." Seren and the twin warriors tense on their feet but I ignore them. Alpha Kieran watches me, his older weathered gaze all at once inspecting and analyzing, like he can see through all I'm trying to hide. His tone is dark and serious as he responds, "It happened six years ago. The last day of the fifth