The Last Witch Hunter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

David closed his eyes and hung his head whispering his remorse. “Molly, do you want them back? They obviously were the first feeling of love you had come to know” Hunter asked me. I stared at him in disbelief “They are dust Hunter, they are dead, how can they possibly come back after so long?” I shook my head at the impossible thought. “Anything is possible, your aunts are light witches, they may know” he told me.

Hunter growled. “Wolves aren’t normally mated to witches but look at Henrik” I told him causing him to snarl before laying down and ignoring me in my mind. Things were changing I knew they were and so did Hunter, he just didn’t want to believe it. When we are finished here, I’m going to see if either Angel or William has a way of contacting Selena, maybe she could give us an insight to what’s going on. Even if she couldn’t it was certainly worth a try.

So that's why their last encounter made him ecstatic, now that he knew she loved him back, he had a chance with her even if the odds were still against him. His admiration for Queen Ella began when she saved him from being executed by some noble who were in the wrong, those nobles took everything he loved from him and they had the guts to punish him when he fought back. Hunter lost his family at a young age during the war between witches and the fae, his parents fought in the war and lost their life, so he was left to take care of his little sister. So he took up the responsibility of raising her. She grew more beautiful each day and caught the attention of the son of the Lord of their town,

She uttered a hiss and pulled her hand back. “It is interesting,” she mused. “Look at that…. Runes. Yes, yes. A curse but not… no, a binding. She bound your spirit to hers. Who is this witch?” Witch? “She’s no witch. She is… was the wolf hunter’s daughter. The one the prophecy foretold would end the reign of the Lycan.” The witch cupped my face in her hands, dark eyes searching my own. “Well, I don’t think she knows what she is then. Or someone put a curse on her.”

Was she running late? “Something happens?” Hunter got out of the car and came to my door. I wouldn’t move until I saw Primrose. My friend was always a prop, too. To the point that it became a joke. Has she gotten sick? Yes, maybe that was it. “Primrose?” I asked for it. Hunter began to sniff the air surreptitiously. “No, she’s not here,” he replied, frowning. Sienna… What? “There he is.” I followed the direction my wolf pointed to me. And yes, there was the witcher. Yule Cairo Ruiz, the sorcerer who made human sacrifices.

The only witch that had been capable of such a feat, was Aunt May, but Merlin knew that she was dead, which meant that there was another and for some reason, this thought filled her with a feeling of growing disquiet. She looked back at Zeke, laying, barely conscious, on the ground in his human form, and she felt her heart wrench at the sight. She should have warned him or tried harder to stop him and her guilt fiueled the anger inside her. Turning back to the black wolf and facing him she noted that three more of his kind had skulked from the shadows and now surrounded her on all sides.

He pulled out, cock shiny with spit, and stalked to the door naked. Lydia scrambled up, grabbing a robe from a chair, her heart racing. Through the window, she saw shadows—three figures in cloaks, chanting low. Witch hunters, drawn by the magic burst. Ragnar burst out the door with a roar, claws out. The fight was brutal. He slashed one across the chest, blood spraying. Another threw a spell, blue light hitting his side, burning fur. He howled in pain, tackling the guy, fangs ripping throat. The third ran a knife at his back, but Lydia—bond fueling her—leaped out, her fangs bared. She bit the hunter's neck, sucking deep, his blood hot and coppery. Strength surged deep inside; the bond made h

he said and left my room. The next day was a lot easier. I was able to bond a bit with the other hunters, and they seemed quite cool. I went to the library immediately after breakfast, and just like the day before, I did not leave until in the night. The literature about witches was more. There was no definite method of killing as they were just like humans, so anything that could kill a human could kill them, but they weren't stupid enough to let a hunter get close enough. The best way to get them was through protection charms, and there were several of those. There were charms for all kinds of spells. I knew I wouldn't be able to read and master all of them. Once a hunter had the right cha

She started to speak, but I just tightened my grip, silencing her. How would a hunter kill a witch. I may be able to pin it on them, causing more need for them to align with us. I smiled, it would also send a message to that bastard and the other witch… they would only compromise themselves if they try to pin it on me. Hopefully Evelyn will see that too, and give me a chance to explain… fuck… she’ll never believe me, but I won’t have her be hurt anymore by them, nor have to marry that asshole. I’m sorry, but I won’t be keeping that promise to you Evelyn.

She just holds up her hands to stop me from going any further while glaring at Beta Connor over my head. “How do you think Alpha Hunter will feel about you laying hands on one of his students?” The witch hisses as she places her hands on my shoulders and pulls me close to her. “He needs your help; come with me.” I glance over my shoulder to see Beta Connor looking down at the floor like a pup that's just been scoulded by his mother. I don’t get a chance to say anything because the witch grabs me with her bloody hand and practically drags me up the stairs.