The Lonely Hunter Novels & Stories

IN THE BEGINNING May 21st, 2010 It was around five thirty in the evening when he reached the diner, the clouds clustered in a blur dark grey, the rain bounced off the windscreen as the whipers swished side to side in an attempt to see clearly. He switched the engine off, stepping out of the large black pickup truck. Authority radiated from his tall, muscular frame, his slicked his dirty blonde hair back as the rain soaked it. His hazel eyes held a hint of anger, a human had come into his diner and held a gun to one of his sixteen year old waitresses. The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner.

As I was trying to come up with a plan for taking down the last hunter on watch without being detected something came crashing out the window. It was one of the two hunters that were searching inside. The one I had just been planning on killing checked his friends pulse before cursing and jumping through the now shattered window. It seemed they found Mom and she was pissed. I could hear her wolf losing her shit. I jumped in just in time. My mom had her claws digging into the chest of the other hunter that had been searching the house. However she was not moving or completing the kill. The hunter who just came in from outside was holding a crying two month old Richard and in his other hand he

light.The figure stepped forward, and as the shadows parted, Timbre gasped. It was an ancient Alpha, his presence commanding and terrifying, yet there was a gentleness in his gaze that surprised her.“You are the key, Timbre,” the Alpha spoke, his voice echoing through the trees. “The power within you is not yours to command. It is ours, the legacy of those who came before you. But with it comes a great responsibility—a choice that only you can make.”Timbre felt a chill run down her spine. “What choice?”The Alpha’s expression softened. “To save him, you must give yourself to the power fully. Only then will you understand what it truly means to be the Lone Wolf. But know this—once you embrace

It was during the day when the packhouse would have been busy. Thirdly, she was so flippant about murder. That was not the way that someone would speak about it if they only ever did it once. Fourthly, who the fuck was Lauren anyways? Was she alone, or did she have family here? ‘He thinks you’re onto something. He caught a couple snippets of a man kneeling beside her over a mannequin as he taught her techniques. That changed into her kneeling over a body. A few pack names as well – Pinehurst, Albrook, Shadow Creek, Silvern, and Blue Crest.’

After a few minutes of tailing their scent, my foot stopped moving in the corner of the road in the middle of nowhere where a huge trunk of the tree was swallowed by fire. Aside from the empty road on both lanes, all my werewolf eyes could see on both sides were dark and dense forests. If not because of the trunk of the tree which is on fire, the entire place has been dominated by infinite darkness. "Is there anyone out there?" a faint tone echoed in my ears. "please, help me." I slide into the tree and found Kristine crawling to get out of the car. Her entire body is bleeding all over. Even if her face was coated with blood, I know it was her when her scent started from the club up to where

From the delirium of pain that was inside his skull, Poe felt himself grabbed by a force he could not resist and lifted from the rubble and scree of rock that was his tomb. His shield failed him and he was the mercy of Hunter, who he saw Hunter as a specter within shadow standing atop a pile of blasted stone, arms akimbo and a writing sheath of darkness surrounding him with a thin filament of light at the outer edges of the darkness and a slim band of light surrounding him within the darkness.

Hunter knew all too well that every decision comes with its consequences. He made a deal with the Patels' to get rid of Ludo but he didn’t hold his end of the bargain. Despite this, Hunter was no man to be intimidated by the Patels. As a matter of fact, they were out of the picture for him because he had finally got what he sought after; the manuscript. As soon as he got home, he printed the whole manuscript out, took it with him into his carnage backyard and treated himself to some reading. He never remembered when he had read like that but he was determined to finish reading the whole story that very day.

She collapsed onto the leather, trembling and satisfied — like someone who’d finally been branded by the fire they’d always chased or craved. Hunter straightened his shirt and looked down at the girl. "Tell Mario to bring me something cold." "Y-yes, sir," she breathed. He walked away, his fury dulled but not dead. He needed a drink. A few minutes later, Mario, the old bartender with rolled sleeves and a weathered face, handed Hunter a fresh glass of whiskey. "Rough night?" Hunter gave a tired chuckle. "You could say that." Mario nodded. "You keep cleaning the shadows, Devil, but they’ll always crawl back."

Hunter panicked fearing he would kill Michael so he lowered his gun and crawl to him amidst that rain of smoke and fire. “Boss, stop it’s Dad. Let me handle it.” He whispered to Dylan but nothing worked. The man was consumed with bloodlust. Failing to convince him, Hunter had no option and engaged in that bloodbath. He had sworn his loyalty to Dylan, he can’t let anyone come in his way even his own father. The loud sound of gunshots echoed in the forests for a very long time but it ended the moment Dylan staggered to the ground.

But before I could draw it, Something hard collided with the back of my neck. “Troublesome Hunter,” I faintly heard his deep voice grumble. Then, the world dissolved into blessed, silent black.