The Last Hunter Witch Novels & Stories

“Twinkets.” “Twinkets!” Triana shot me a shocked gaze. “Only witches of legend could see them. Control them.” I don’t think I control them. “I’ve never heard of them.” I responded flatly. Looking straight ahead as I limped her along the path they illuminated. She carried the lantern in her other dangling hand, since I supported her with both of mine. But the wind swirled dirt across our view so heavily that it made the lantern nearly ineffective. Clouds rolled across the moon making it blacker than black out.

Most of the supernaturals left due to corrupt leadership, being born rogue or being falsely accused. A good friend of mine, Alexia, was a witch. She was our Alpha’s mate and therefor our Luna. She had a rare ability to read the minds of others. Her coven feared her strange ability and cast her aside. A warlock who’s mother had been banished for a similar reason gave her a ring she had used before her death. His mother had used it to silence her mind so she could choose when to use her abilities. Now Alexia uses her power to read the intentions of those who want to join us. Her and the other witches were also great healers. The warlocks were better at combat related spells. They erected barri

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.)

The witches have been here lurking all along, just waiting for the perfect moment to strike. "The last war was sparked by the witches' quest for their next 'Zeremonie' from our pack," Hanson continued "Your great-grandfather, the Alpha at the time, refused to comply with their demands. He insisted that he would not lend out any of his pack members, let alone mark them with his bite as the witches required."

I pointed her out to Isaac. "Who is she?" He asked. "She's a couple years older than I am. She went to my high school but I never had anything to do with her. I knew that she left the pack but I never knew why. Her name is Lola Williams. She's the witch that is doing this to us. She's helping the Hunters." I say. "She's a werewolf though." Isaac says. "Well, she has more powers than a werewolf. She's learnt witchcraft. And she's the one that destroyed the pack. So she's learnt a hell of a lot of witchcraft and she's powerful." I explained.

“The important thing is that she knows this. Kruz and Kasper one of you needs to take a few warriors and see what you can find out from this witch.” “Okay, little sister,” Kruz said crossing his arms across his chest and narrowed his eyes at her. She glared at him and copied his stance. “Can you tell us where this witch is?” He questioned with a raised brow. “Well, I know the area where she’s located and descriptions so, I can show you where it is.” She smiled wide. Hunter’s face grew dark, “Oh hell no!” He bellowed. “There is NO way you are going to see some witch we know nothing about!” He gritted out, Taz was on the surface fighting to break through to protect his mate.

The pirates looked around wondering if it was a good idea to go to the witch's shop. — Introduce yourself, seaman... — Manna for Igor — Igor Huntson — Maná, well, say what you want, even though you already suspect it. — Maná got up and walked, looking at the captain. Igor didn't look away from her, he had seen worse, he had faced worse beings at sea, which some called monsters. On the other side of the house, witches were gathered. About ten witches, most were young people and children. They were distributed around the room, sitting on the sofa, others challenged each other to see who was more powerful and others... looked through the small window in the door, the room where the pirates were

'' Marline replied with anger building up in her voice. ''Just wait and see what your end is going to look like. The dogs will feed on your flesh Marline. No one is capable of living forever, regardless of how powerful they are.'' The witch hunter replied. Hundzai, the witch hunter, seemed not to be intimidated by Marline's look and words, despite the fact that she seemed more powerful than he was. He mustered all the strength he had in him, and staggered up. He made some mystical moves and chanted some words.

I said as I looked at another one and I saw the gaping wound on her throat as I cut it open with magic. “Stǫðva hjarta,” I said as another one clutched her chest and fell to the ground. I heard their snarls and I looked over at Harper as she moved at an incredible speed, biting as she ran. She didn’t stop to fight, she just bit them and carried on. This attack was bigger than the one on Morgan. There were twenty witches and about thirty human hunters all wielding guns. I shielded my pack and myself and kept on chanting as I killed the witches.

She is basically the writer and I the director. Our goal as Hunters is to eliminate harm and evil. And to us the witches and vampires possess those characteristics. Since no one could do it, polices, lawyers. We humans took it upon ourselves and religion to cleanse the land from evil. “Quiet!!!” Nithara's voice cuts through the heavy noise, pulling everybody back to focus. She scans the room like she wants to pick someone out and then she looks at me, brushing the side of her nose with her thumb. She hesitates.