The Last Witch Hunter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

And I almost heard a champagne bottle pop. This is it! A full throttle retaliation would be served—. But nothing happened. “You!” Charlie exclaimed in surprise and fury. My curious eyes flew open. And I found myself staring at Hunter’s back. Or his black jacket. That broad, muscular stature was covering me entirely so I wouldn’t be seen. I felt relieved. But I was also furious. Hunter Black is the last wolf in the realm I want here. How will I ever be rid of him when he keeps doing this?

Out of about 20 plus packs, Only five are left standing, with mine being the largest. For the last nine years, since the hunters started growing stronger, I've been trying to find out what led to their strength, but I keep coming up with nothing. I've even gone as far as sending some of my wolves to pose as human hunters just to get intel on why they are getting stronger, but so far none of them have come up with tangible information other than the fact that some little girl is their current leader and she's the one arranging everything, including recruiting other hunters from different continents. "Did Callisto and Maxwell report back anything?" I asked, going over to my wine cabinet and ta

I scoffed, swinging the curved blade separating her head from her shoulders. As her head rolled across the roof, the candles went out. I watched her head as it stopped just at the roof’s edge. “I’m really sick of people forgetting I’m here and a trained hunter.” I huffed, spitting on her body before removing my talisman. “You’re welcome, by the way. Now let’s burn this witch and return to my sister.” I suggested walking to grab her head. For once, there wasn’t any argument or annoyance from Kurt. He shifted back to his human and walked to Noya’s corpse.

I frowned at him. “I have to hunt!” He pushed me again and I frowned. He gently took my wrist in his mouth and dragged me towards the town. I yanked my hand out of his mouth and threw my hands up. “Fine! You ass!” I started stomping towards home and he fell into step next to me. I put my hand on his head and scratched his ear. “I’m sorry for being a bitch.” He stepped closer until he was pressed against my leg. We walked silently until I saw the deceased deer lying on the ground on the border of the town and forest. I looked down at him.

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

We stayed until the last of the light was gone and the garden had gone from grey to dark and the roses were invisible except as a presence, a knowing, a thing that was there because it had decided to be and nothing had been able to stop it. Then we went inside. They said the last wolf witch was alone in it. They were wrong about that too. She had an aunt who had spent forty years moving stones with her mind and writing letters nobody signed. She had a sister-in-arms who had survived twenty-three years of being used as a tool and had come out the other side still capable of almost laughing at a boy who asked if they were collecting people. She had a mate who had told her once that he didn't m

Not afraid. Almost relieved. "You've begun to remember." My chest rose and fell rapidly. "What are you talking about?" I asked. The witch smiled sadly. Then her look shifted beyond me. Past the trees. Past the horizon. Toward wherever Jeremy waited. "You still believe Jeremy Sinclair is the hunter." Nobody spoke. The woman's smile widened slightly. "Child..." The word carried centuries of exhaustion. "Jeremy is prey too." Every hair on my body stood on end. The witch took a step backward into the mist.

I remember what the Witch had said. “Do you know that what happens in the other realm can also mirror the one that will happen in ours?” I know what will happen if I do not reach Hunter in time. He will die. And though I desperately want to believe that there is still some good in Freya, I know that she is too far gone to be saved. I no longer know who Freya is. But one thing I do know, I cannot afford to lose Hunter. Not anymore. Whispering a prayer for forgiveness, I forge ahead towards the last room.

The aura around him changed with kill intention spreading throughout the room. "That night, it was an accident. It was either I got killed, or I killed the wolf. Being a hunter, you understand what it's like being targeted by a wolf when you are all alone." He said, slowing his face changing as well. "Imagine a young hunter in the middle of the wood fighting a rogue wolf all alone. No weapons, no backup. A small bite changed my life. I didn't choose this." He said as he cornered her at the door. He threw a sharp fist, his hand going through the door, claws ripping it open. The wolves outside the room were surprised and moved away from the door. Mitchel sent them to spy on them. They didn't h

Lou and the other pack members that had worked with the witches were vanished from the pack. Zeb in the end just shrugged his shoulders not touching any of them and stood back as they were chased off the lands by the trackers. The witch they had contacted to help cast the spell was killed and burned. Her blood line dying with her, as she had been the last surviving witch of Canada. I was livid that they had to go to such extent to sleep with me. It went on for so many days that I'm still trying to process the situation. In the end, Preston was the one who said the words I was dreading the hear.