The Witch Hunter Series Novels & Stories

Hunters are said to be deadly as they kill werewolves without mercy and have supernatural powers which are hard to fight against. Flynn and Jade were so kind. Even though they know I could be a threat to them, they were still willing to stand by my side and keep my secret for me. If this was not true friendship, then I don’t know what is. ‘I’m not that kind of hunter, guys,’ I said through the group mindlink. ‘I’m a witch hunter, but I couldn’t say that in front of Agatha.’ Flynn and Jade’s eyes grew wide to the size of dinner plates.

Gudrun adds, as the proud witch did not make mine to continue. Marta's face is closed. I can not tell if she is angry or just focused. I will probably never learn to fully understand her. "I have contacted some of our sisters abroad”. Siri speaks again. “They have access to the original prints of The Witch Hammer. There must be a more effective way to neutralize ... vampires”. "Should I just sit down and wait for Casper's so - called lord to come after me ?" “You have to keep a cool head and concentrate on our calling. As your elder tells you, there is someone on the case”.

While this gave him extra strength, it also made his fighting style impulsive and a little sloppy. I was brainstorming where to hide Richard so I could help Dad protect Sofia when the hunter who killed my mother came over to join his friends. “ They have an older daughter as well. I managed to kill this traitors werewolf bitch but the kid escaped with her baby brother. The kid even managed to kill Jordan. I suspect she also killed everyone else as Hank was dead on the ground and Jake is missing!,” the hunter yelled at his comrades.

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.”

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.

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?

I watch him and he is telling me the truth. “What is the name of the witch?” there is only a handful of dark witches and they usually serve Fenrir. If one is helping Calvin, then Fen needs to know that there is a traitor in our ranks. “Her name is Xena. He often sees her. Calvin said she helps the hunter’s in finding rogues.” My eyes widen. The hunter’s are employing dark witches. What the fuck? “That’s not possible. Dark witches don’t associate with the hunter’s they hate them more than I do and that’s saying something.” I growl out and he screws his eyes shut again. His lip quivers.

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.

I said as I looked at another one and I saw the gaping wound on her throat as I cut it open with magic. “Stǫðva hjarta,” I said as another one clutched her chest and fell to the ground. I heard their snarls and I looked over at Harper as she moved at an incredible speed, biting as she ran. She didn’t stop to fight, she just bit them and carried on. This attack was bigger than the one on Morgan. There were twenty witches and about thirty human hunters all wielding guns. I shielded my pack and myself and kept on chanting as I killed the witches.

--- We passed the borderline, and Hunter with the Eastern pack members, knew who he was, welcomed us, but Hunter didn't want to waste any more time and just quickly asked for us to go straight to the eastern mountains where the witch resided. After walking for quite some time, Hunter suddenly held my hands when we were nearing a mountain cliff. "We are near the cottage," he tightened his grip, which was weird, "Here we are," he added. "Is she old?" I whispered as I looked up at a small cottage near a cliff. He shook his head and narrowed his eyes. "No. She's kind of young." "Interesting," I said quietly. "The rest of you will wait here," he commanded his pack warriors,"If anything unusual, c