Novel & Cerita The Witch Hunter Novel

He pulled out, cock shiny with spit, and stalked to the door naked. Lydia scrambled up, grabbing a robe from a chair, her heart racing. Through the window, she saw shadows—three figures in cloaks, chanting low. Witch hunters, drawn by the magic burst. Ragnar burst out the door with a roar, claws out. The fight was brutal. He slashed one across the chest, blood spraying. Another threw a spell, blue light hitting his side, burning fur. He howled in pain, tackling the guy, fangs ripping throat. The third ran a knife at his back, but Lydia—bond fueling her—leaped out, her fangs bared. She bit the hunter's neck, sucking deep, his blood hot and coppery. Strength surged deep inside; the bond made h

She knew the cleanup team would arrive soon. They exited the woods and got back into the car. Everyone was silent, until Ruth finally spoke again. “Those people you saw... they’re called the Hunters. Not the deer-and-rabbit kind. The ones who bear hatred for werewolves. They pretty much want to wipe every werewolf off the map. Good or bad, it doesn’t matter to them.” She paused and glanced at them. “Alex, you look like you just got indigestion. Are you okay?” Alexander looked up slowly, worry all over his face. “Those two back there...” he muttered.

“My sister-in-law and the relic Odin himself gave her to protect. My brother has been searching for her and I haven’t heard from him in months, I have been working with Valhalla Bridge to find my sister-in-law and my brother and hopefully the relic she protects.” No wonder the order was so set on recovering the stolen property. He moved closer to me, placing his hands on my shoulders, “I know this is a lot to take in, I can let you digest it, and we can talk about it later, ok?” I frowned, “what’s there to think about, we have to find her and the relic. Before they do, gods know what with it.” “My wolf sees you as his mate, I want to give you time to process that because I am hoping you will

" she said through gritted teeth. I wanted to throw my head back and laugh. She glowered at me as if she could read my mind. I smirked instead and slowly lowered her to the snow-covered ground. But I placed my hand against the small of her back, silently letting her know to stay by my side. The wolves growled, snarled and stalked forward, prowling as they spread out surrounding us. A loud cry rang from the town and then several howls. The loud animalistic cry of dominance rented the air. The witch laughed. "Looks like you two were trying to run off. Tsk tsk tsk, I thought we made it clear there would be no desertion...." the witch said, conjuring fire and using it to create the symbol of wit

I was taken aback when she fought forcibly battling me with kicks and punches if I hadn't known better I would've thought he was a werewolf with the immense power he has since we would detect werewolves because of their wolves as it's also a magical being, but other than that we can't sense them. Those series of attacks were then by a blast of magic I was flown towards the wall. I groaned when my back met the cold wall just right then I whispered a restriction spell then whirlwind magic swirled around the limbs of that bearer. This time he groaned and whispered a cuss word. With that, I could only smirk at his pain. The whirlwind slowly crept through his body until it almost swallowed the un

Then he remembered his mission and why he was sent to this place. Find the hybrid. The she-wolf named Ember Jacobson was held captive by the hunters. The witch hated the hunters. They were cruel, just like him, and they crossed the master. Good thing he killed almost half of the population in this village. “Yes, master. I am going to find the hybrid.” He turned and started his journey to find the hybrid. He already knew her scent. Again, he sniffed the air, looking for that particular scent. He caught it! But it was faint, she was far from her.

Noya scoffed. So that’s it. Noya’s taken so much into account but has forgotten a key factor. Me. She has precautions against the supernatural, but I’m not any of those things. I’m human. I’m a hunter, and killing witches is just part of what I do. Knowing what I was about to walk into, I climbed over the edge. I slipped on my hunter talisman for added protection and took out my silver khopesh, ready to strike. She didn’t even see it coming. Even as Godric smiled, having seen me coming up behind the dumb bitch. “You forgot the hunter, bitch!” I scoffed, swinging the curved blade separating her head from her shoulders.

"The King will kill you for this. Both of you." "The King can try," I said, finally moving from my position against the wall. I grabbed Hunter by the throat, lifting him off the ground with one hand. "But first, you're going to tell me everything about this witch who enhanced you. Where is she? Who is she working for?" Hunter's eyes were wide with pain and disbelief. "You think I'll betray her? She'll do worse to me than you ever could." "I doubt that," I said pleasantly, letting my claws extend into his throat just enough to draw blood. "But we can test the theory if you'd like."

She should've had her guard up, but she was too freaked out from reading about Garin's mom. The younger shifters had told scary stories around the campfires about a blue-eyed demon who killed unwary wolves in a very particular way. They named her The Huntress. To this day, that name sent spikes of ice down Willow's spine. The Huntress was said to kill her victims slowly, using blades instead of bullets or arrows.

Who knows what happens next? After all, the Vire Queen had always been pretty unreadable and unconventional. She is a strong and powerful witch. And she can make any man beg on his knees just to avoid her wrath and anger. Apart from that, she also possesses that perpetual beauty that will never make her age and really give her a quality to remain a Queen for the powerful kingdom. But getting married with the young prince, what would that even give them?