Novel & Cerita The Owl House Hunter X Willow

Her terrified gasp caught Giselle's attention, causing her to flinch as Willow's jaws dropped to the ground in shock. “Impossible! The Opal wolf still exists?” She mumbled, her heart flipping hard in excitement as disbelief hit her like a tidal wave. “Azalea Hunter! She is the key to getting my granddaughter back!” Willow screamed, her blood dripping in ecstasy, causing confusion to erupt within Giselle.

Willow kept running towards the entrance of their school but halted when the guy she was pulling stopped. "What is it?" She asked Allen in a hurry. Willow hasn’t seen her brother in a while, and even though they tend to annoy each other, she still misses her idiot of a brother. Allen halted because he could smell the scent of blood flowers, and that only meant one thing, that a hunter was around. Most vampires weren’t aware of its scent, and it was very subtle as well, but Elijah made sure that he was aware of it.

The man's eyes turned to him and glowered. "It is Willow. I have proof," he said quickly and thrust a photo towards him. "She has broken our most sacred law. She has been with a hunter, a Red Hood."

“It is a bit of a shock still; you really do look so much like our Juniper. Where are my manners, let me introduce all of us, I am Alpha Gerald Hawthorne, this is my mate Luna Seraphina Hawthorne, and this is our Beta Solomon Chambers.” “Nice to meet you all, I’m sure you’ve guessed that I am Willow, my friends call me Wills.” I start slowly, careful of Seraphina who’s still sobbing softly but trying not to show it, and gesture to Dad. “This is my father Conall Doyle and my Uncle Thomas Smith. We appreciate you all making the effort to come here in person to meet me.” Alpha Gerald stands slowly and holds his hand out to Dad. “I can’t thank you enough for finding and caring for Willow when we

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

The red shingle roof needed repair as bits of it were sliding down off it and the walls were cracked at places where plants forced their way into the plaster. We hid behind some bushes, peering out to where Hunter stood in front of the slatted front door. A middle-aged woman opened the door for him and bade him to come inside. He turned around before he went in, scrutinizing his surroundings, a frown between his eyes. We ducked down; afraid he would see us. When it was safe, we moved closer to the house. With werewolf hearing it was possible to hear the conversation inside. “Thank you for agreeing to see me, Madame Helen.” I heard his deep voice droning inside the building.

Coming besides the tree he noticed at the far corner a small nest, a female wolf growling at him, three little pups beneath their mother barely minding the scene that had slightly unfolded, their mother bearing its fangs to the Lycan. He huffed. Shifting back and ignoring such a small animal. His hands subconsciously caressing the willow tree as he went outside. The first thing he saw was a body of water. A river. Separating him and the unknown forest in front of him. ... Heavy footsteps creaked the floor as Ceberus stood up, he licked Lycan's hands. He had brought his kill inside the cabin to feast, sitting beside the willow tree. He went towards the river to wash off the blood.

The Hunter Organization. A mysterious entity that Mr. Aikens, Mane’s teacher back at the Wielder Academy, had refused to speak on. Although they had built and nurtured Wielder Academies all over the planet of Zandor, very little was known about those who were the true backbone of this institution. All that the commonfolk knew was that it was comprised of individuals called hunters who farmed and killed dangerous creatures and sold them to wealthy merchants for processing. There were rumours that they were also in charge of protecting the world, but when Zandor had been invaded, they disappeared. This made people realize that it was this was a baseless rumour.

"You're sweating through your clothes, Theo. Your pulse is erratic." "I'm fine," I snapped, pulling away and standing up, though my knees wobbled. "I just had a headache." Oliver looked at the cloak on the bed, then back at my pale face. "That's not a headache, Theo," Oliver said softly, his voice dropping to a cautious whisper. "It looks like you're passing through severe pheromone withdrawal. Your body is searching for its mate." "He is not my mate!" I snarled, my Alpha instincts flaring in defense, though my voice cracked pathetically at the end.