The Lonely Hunter Novels & Stories

It was an awkward fact, but it didn’t lessen his feelings for her one whit. She had been abandoned in Lonesome Dove by a gambler who decided she was bad for his luck; she lived over the Dry Bean and was known to receive visitors of various descriptions, but Newt was not a young man to choke on such details. He was not absolutely sure what whores did, but he assumed that Lorena had come by her profession as accidentally as he had come by his. It was pure accident that he happened to be a horse wrangler for the Hat Creek outfit, and no doubt

He regarded me with caution, his instincts rightly telling him that I posed no threat. “Who are you?” I asked, my voice barely louder than a whisper. “What happened here?” The lone wolf's gaze softened, his eyes reflecting the pain and sorrow that mirrored my own. He took a step closer, his voice laced with a weary exhaustion. “I am Solis,” he spoke, his voice carrying a weight of loss. “And I fear we have fallen victim to the Hunters.” My breath caught in my throat at the mention of the Hunters. Whispers of their merciless tactics had reached our lands before, tales of their insatiable desire to extinguish the light of our kind. I had never encountered us myself, but the devastation before

“What do you mean no leaving the room? No talking back? And I have to kneel when you say so too?” He scoffed in disbelief. “Who the fuck do you think you are to come up with all this? You can not just decide that my life belongs to you when I never asked you for any of this.” He drew in a sharp breath. “I never asked to be hunted. I never asked to be bought bought you! Or rescued like you think you did!” I turned around. He was still talking. The words he was forming tumbled out of his mouth between broken breaths as the tears that ran down both sides of his face just dripped off his chin and onto his shirt—the same shirt I had set out and left for him that morning.

"Are you sure about that, leader Matilda? The hunter is tricky. She always changes her appearance, therefore, it's a bit hard to find her. I also heard from her victims that she use something to hide her real scent." Kasper looks at his mom and she just nods. Kasper's mother gave him a look to just follow her command. "My son is not the leader of the alpha pack for nothing. He just needs to observe the hunter and find out who's her informant because I guess that there is a spy here in our village... Don't let your guard down, my son. And if you found an opportunity, kill the hunter!" "Yes, mother," Kasper said and bow to her. "I will accompany the alpha leader." Every one of them look at Fli

Unknown POV I stood in the shadows leaning against a wall, the rain falling hard around me as I watched the dive bar from a distance. “You stupid piece of shit. How did they get away from you? She was completely fucked up when I left for the Midnight Hour Pack. After we fucked I made sure to let her know that if her son done anything to fuck us over she would be next. She shouldn't have been unable to move.” I watched Hunter scream at one of his pack members. Rogues are a disgusting breed all on their own.

We got to the porch and again a shadow moves behind the huge pine trees at the ranch entrance. Hunter points the gun towards the trees and is ready to shoot when he smells out the air and throws the gun on the ground. He covers his face with his hands and his knees buckle. Adam walks towards us, naked, his skin covered with dirt and flesh blood. I’m afraid of getting closer to him, the flesh in my body is trembling, my muscles stiffen to think. Is he hurt? God, don’t let him die in front of me. As if he could guess my angst, he talks to me in a hoarser tone than usual:

My raised eyes began to furrow, I started to think of anything he could possibly discuss with the moon goddess. "The hunters are not to be trusted, Elena. They are malevolent, evil. They manipulate people into thinking they are saving the world from harm. Their game is to make the world believe in them and then attack from the back. The hunter boys are just agents, working for their malicious father." "Do you know them that much?." I snuffed a question. "Believe me, I've eaten and dined with them. I've worked with them and they betrayed me. " I breathed out, tucking the instinct that made me not believe her behind. The way she explained about my mate and the house of the hunters were unbelie

He needed time to think, which was a lonesome task. Ever since then- the day of his first transformation, with no one to lean on to he decided to go with the common superhero route- testing it out somewhere safe and secretive. Every night he went to the forest close to the far east side coast of the island, home to innocent creatures, to self examine himself and his new body.

The next morning, I went out to hunt with the Pack hunters, but before leaving, I left instructions for Richmond to watch over my mate, specifically asking for him to watch her himself, and not to delegate Ray to do it. Under my command, the hunters and I darted into the forest, rushing through the dense underbrush, our senses heightened, searching for prey. The rustling of leaves and the occasional crack of twigs under our paws brought the forest alive. We moved with agility, but also with caution, our movements in alignment as we weaved through the trees.

The young woman trembled, her whole body shaking from fear. “Why don’t you let her go and deal with me instead?” Hunter said, his voice calm but with an edge. As he spoke, he subtly signaled to one of his teammates, silently instructing him to rescue the reporter. “We can work this out,” Hunter continued, taking a step forward. “You don’t need to drag an innocent person into this.” His left hand was tucked behind his back, hiding the knife he gripped tightly. The man smirked, shaking his head. “Don’t even try it. I’m not falling for your tricks!”