The Last Witch Hunter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My soul was split between them, two halves fighting for the same whole. The hunter knew it. “You see, Racheal?” he said softly, almost kindly, as his shadows pinned Damon to the ground. “You are the wedge. The tether. The curse. Remove you, and one Alpha dies, the other thrives. Keep you—and both burn.” Lucas launched himself at the hunter then, claws flashing. For a heartbeat, I thought he’d tear the hood away and reveal the man underneath. But the hunter caught him with one hand—one hand—and slammed him into the wall with such force the entire cottage shook.

Joffrey wants revenge on me for Marcelle’s death, he made no secret of it. Hunter lovingly stroked my thigh, igniting fires in me not even nearly extinguished. “Working on it, Angel. The witches are on a mission.” “There’s something else you can work on, Alpha.” I teased him, running my nails over his pecks on my way to his abdomen. “Hmmm. I think I’ve got this covered.” He said, as he pushed me over on my back. ***

"Before the Hunters could make an attempt on finding Murphy, he was already inside the woods making them doubt if the guy who claimed to have seen someone was right. "There is no one here. Not even movement in the woods" another said and chuckled. "No one can survive this. The Werewolf race ended today. Everyone to the Van now!" Their leader said and they all obeyed. ********* "So that's the end of the story," Cynthia said and exhaled sharply. She was just done narrating the story her dad told her when she was 8. It wasn't a book though but it looks like a myth in her head.

June said as she released a wave of fire to knock out the hunters. As they rolled to the ground, two of the witch hunters fired arrows at the girls. “Look out,” April G yelled, raising her hands to freeze the arrows in place. “Their witches,” One of the hunters yelled as they changed the girls with swords in their hands. “Back off,” Madison yelled as she conjured the witch hunters away with her telekinesis. The witch hunters were rendered unconscious as the girls pursued the bugeyes. “How are we going to catch up to Hughley?” April G said.

“ But never mind, the plan was never to kill her anyway.” She then turned to look at the witch hunter and tilted her head, “ Shall I kill this one?” However just as she was thinking about this, sounds of footsteps echoed from behind as she turned and looked at the young witch hunter who was heading her way and muttered. “ Never mind, the show is about to end.” With that, she too vanished in the air as a painful shout echoed in the clearing. ….

The first hunter lunged. Fast. Too fast. Kai intercepted him midair, their collision sending a shockwave through suspended space. I gasped as their powers clashed, silver light against something darker and older. The other silhouettes began emerging from the portal. Three. Four. More. The Moon Goddess growled, shifting into full wolf form and leaping toward one of them. “You cannot win this confrontation,” the elegant hunter said calmly as she advanced toward me. “Watch me,” I breathed. She struck first.

His sarcasm is heavy. “We can all go back home together and come back some other time when we’re prepared. We didn’t prepare for this.” Hunter says trying to be the peace maker that he is and none of us question him. ISADOR. Even when things are starting to go my way, I’m still worried that something might go wrong and ruin it all over again. I had so much faith in Winter and I still do. I still believe that it’s her destiny to bring the witches and the werewolves together in harmony but why do things keep going wrong?

He screams as blood starts running down his nose coloring his teeth red, and his entire body trembles in discomfort. “Fucking hell” one of the two remaining hunters lunges at me fangs bared, I turn to him, raising a hand in his direction, he jerks to a stop, clasping a hand to his chest as I project the heartbreak I felt when I found the remains of my old pack, he chocks, tongue hanging as he falls face first into the grass. He doesn’t move. “Witch!” The final hunter cursed, his eyes wide as eggs, inching back slowly.

“Nero said you were getting into contact with a witch friend?” I let out a sigh, happy for the change of subject. “Yes. It took some convincing of her coven, but they released the files from the victims of the witch turned Hunter. She had an MO. The same as Tahlia. Though, her previous victims were all dead by the time the witches got to them.” Luna Riley hummed. “Is that why you look like you’re dead on your feet?” Snorting, I rubbed my eyes. “Do I look that bad?”

She thought she was all high and mighty because she was a Bittermane. He spat, wiping the name from his mouth. Her mother tarnished that name for good by being a whore and running off with that hunter. He shook his head. A flash of brown moving through the crowd caught his attention. It was the new hunter in town, Garin. He was pushing through the people, making a beeline for Willow's cart. "Garin!" Lyall called, Garin was only a few feet from him. His head pivoted and he saw recognition pass through the hunter's eyes. Garin paused for a minute before walking towards Lyall, cautiously.