The Witch Hunter Novel Novels & Stories

Was she running late? “Something happens?” Hunter got out of the car and came to my door. I wouldn’t move until I saw Primrose. My friend was always a prop, too. To the point that it became a joke. Has she gotten sick? Yes, maybe that was it. “Primrose?” I asked for it. Hunter began to sniff the air surreptitiously. “No, she’s not here,” he replied, frowning. Sienna… What? “There he is.” I followed the direction my wolf pointed to me. And yes, there was the witcher. Yule Cairo Ruiz, the sorcerer who made human sacrifices.

From a distance, I noticed a hut and decided it would be the safest option possible. I pulled the maiden further towards the direction and upon stepping into the hut, I closed the doors and slide the windows open, holding up my riffles and ready to shoot. It was rather shocking, when she pulled a riffle on top of the window as well to wait for the hunters. "I got it from the edge of the room." She revealed, obviously reading my expression. The first witch hunter came into sight and right before I could pull the trigger, she already did. I was surprised that she could aim to perfection. For the next few minutes, the rest of the witch hunters would be annihilated by our riffles.

Dead. Some witches hide with them as I catch their weaves being cast to signal it’s time to run deeper into the woods. I hear their footsteps crunching in the woods one by one disappearing. I’m torn about whether I should go with them or not. Suddenly more witch hunters appear. This time they had brought a damn army. We need to find a champion that can help us. I need to find the silver haired man. I need some fucking sleep. Adrenaline pumps through my veins. I watch in horror as witch hunters surround three witches that were trying to protect our home. They cast spells but a noise that sounds like death screaming takes out their weaves. The hunters take large thick rattling chains and swing

he said and left my room. The next day was a lot easier. I was able to bond a bit with the other hunters, and they seemed quite cool. I went to the library immediately after breakfast, and just like the day before, I did not leave until in the night. The literature about witches was more. There was no definite method of killing as they were just like humans, so anything that could kill a human could kill them, but they weren't stupid enough to let a hunter get close enough. The best way to get them was through protection charms, and there were several of those. There were charms for all kinds of spells. I knew I wouldn't be able to read and master all of them. Once a hunter had the right cha

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.

I nodded to Xavier, he had every right to hate me, and if that made him feel better, then I would take it. I closed my eyes as he raised the knife and waited for him to plunge it deep into my chest. To be continued… (This book is a Duet, the Hunter and The Hunted. The Hunted i still being written, please see my website for more information. It is on my to be written list after I finish my final revisions of my main series and the spin off completion.)

I indicated the chair on the opposite side of my desk. “My king, thank you for seeing me,” he said. “Drop the formalities please, Earl,” I said. “It’s just you and me in here.” He nodded. “Thanks, Wyatt. I see you saw the file on the girl.” “Yeah, who is she?” I asked, putting the picture down. I opened the file looking for another photo of her. “She’s a werewolf hunter. Jones hired her to come after you and the rest of the pack.”

When you start using magic for ill intentions you can become a dark witch or wizard and it’s very hard to turn back. Elder Wynn goes on about our roots in the magical world and how our town was founded by his father’s father’s father’s father back in the late 1600s when witches were hunted and burned at the stake. We made an alliance with the werewolves to live peacefully without persecution from the human world. The problem is we haven’t changed anything since then it’s as if the entire council is still living in the 17th century.

The sound of my voice instantly alerts the assassins even though my words are barely audible to my own ears. Ann shakes her head. ‘They’re the Cursed Ones. We’ll never outrun them.’ Yes, they’re the Cursed Ones. Their eyes, glowing in the darkness like that of a beast, gives away at least that much about them. My eyes close and my shoulders sag. Is this how it’s going to end? They will kill us, their silver daggers plunging into our hearts over and over again, just as they killed Father. The Cursed Ones are gifted hunters, especially at night.

But his eyes never meet mine again. My fingers reach for the handle of my blade again, but suddenly, a hand covers my wrist, pulling me away from the stairs through a doorway, and the other presses hard against my lips. The smell of steel and wolfsbane hits before she whispers. “You had him in your reach and you let him go.” Anna. “What are you doing here?” I whisper, easily making out her features in the dark, further accentuated by the hunter's badge she always has on, as if flaunting it in my face. “I told you I could handle it.”