The Last Witch Hunter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.)

I raised my three fingers “ I promised” “ A day before your dad died. Your dad came to meet me, he said, he needed my help. He told me about your uncle that he is creating his own army to destroy the werewolves. For centuries werewolves and humans have always been in peace because the hunter made sure of that and we never broke the accords. Your dad came to me so I can protect you and he told me to train you before I explained what was going on. At first I didn't want to get involved in the hunter problem but when I found out you were my mate. So i became involved, i might be one of the strongest Alpha in the werewolves but i dont like getting involved in what that doesnt concern me. My rule

“I cannot allow simple wolves to run into danger. Lycans on the other hand I know can handle themselves against these monsters.” “We will be back Allison,” I say as we are off for the forbidden forest. I can tell Hunter is upset that he has never come along when I have offered for him to meet the witch, but his parents died at the hands of the dark coven. I wonder how he feels being mated to the daughter of the once leader and the sister of the bastard that continued his work. “You alright dude?” “I am not sure what to think right now. The goddess must love jokes to have mated me to the one whose family murdered mine.”

Saying it feels like I''m admitting it to myself and the world, but the coincidences are too much to ignore. "I would have revealed I was a witch yesterday, but when you told me about the witch hunter from six years ago," I inhale, letting the pause help me gather bravery to say what comes next, "I believe the witch hunter who passed through your lands six years ago was hunting me." The small basket of herbs in Alpha Kieran's hand drops. Seren stiffens beside me, every limb of her body going still. "And you're only mentioning this now?" Alpha Kieran's voice vibrates with a audible kind of annoyance now.

He knelt before her, hands clasped, devotion etched into his face. Another panel: the werewolf standing taller, stronger. A crown upon his head. The witch stood behind him now, her hands empty. The final image made my stomach twist. The witch, alone, abandoned. Her body curling inward as darkness swallowed her whole. Hunter whispered beside me, his voice eerily soft. “A witch who gave her love—and power—to a werewolf. And he left her behind.” I turned to Kai, my pulse quickening. “This…this has to be connected to e Harper.”

He hovered there for a moment, and I forced myself to meet his gaze, refusing to let him see my fear. "You're wasting your time," I said, my voice sharper than I intended. "There’s nothing to find here." The witch hunter sneered, and suddenly, his eyes widened as if something invisible had gripped him. His finger shot out, pointing directly at me. "Witch!" he screamed. "She is a witch!"

Isis shot back. “Touché.” Hunter chuckled. “Thank you again Isis.” Hunter left the room and closed the door quietly behind her. She leaned back against it. No one else in her life, not even Gem, knew about her witch qualities, or how she’d acquired them. And if she had any say in it, no one ever would. She felt Isis on the other side of the door, as clearly as if she was touching her directly, and she pushed away from the door. As she made her way down the hall again, she could swear she heard the witch’s laughter following her. She took a deep breath as she stepped out into the night. She had what she wanted, certainty that Gem was alive. She may owe a witch a favour now, and she wasn’t sur

I huffed and looked away. “We all know when a witch dies, all the magic she had done; good or bad will neutralize. Well, Aurora was part of the witches who turned hunters to stone and the hunter she turned into a stone was one of the most powerful ones. Drax Amacon!” Immediately the words came out of his mouth, I felt the tension in the air.

"I died, duh." "She meant how you died, stupid," A girl scoffed. "We are all ghosts, ghosts of people who died a tragic or untimely death. Mostly because we were murdered. We have been wandering through Twilight Myth for years now, so glad you are finally here," "Me? Why?" "You are a shadow witch, we saw what you did at school. Only a shadow witch can do that." An old woman with three bullet holes in her head replied, one of her eyes was also missing.

“She didn’t get far. The hunters found her. She’s been dead for years.” That was the truth I had known. The only version I had been fed. And I hated her for it—until now. Now… I sobbed into the folds of my dress. Knees to the floor. Chest tight. Mind spinning. The room felt too small, the walls pressing in as firelight flickered around me. That story—his story—was a lie. He hadn’t let her go. He had killed her. And not because she was a werewolf. Because she was a witch.