The Witch Hunter System Novels & Stories

"I'll go. My cousin survived the exorcism. She's got a right to see the witch who possessed her brought down." "I'm in." One of the younger warriors, barely eighteen, raised his hand. "I didn't fight this hard to survive just to hide while others finish the job." More hands raised. Not everyone—some were too wounded, some too broken by what they'd experienced. But enough. Thirty volunteers, ready to hunt seven primaries across hundreds of miles of hostile territory. "We'll need better intelligence." Khalden was already making notes. "Real-time tracking of the primaries, early warning systems for possession clusters, communication networks that can't be easily compromised."

“Then Astrid dies because you won’t get those ingredients in time without me.” Hunter’s entire body went rigid. I could see the internal war happening on his face. His dislike of witches was clear, but his love for his sister was stronger. “Fine,” he finally said, his voice low and dangerous. “But we do this my way.” “Deal,” Hazel said, winking at me. She mouthed something that looked like “game on” before turning back to Hunter. I smiled despite the seriousness of the situation. Hazel was never going to give up.

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

I mean, even if I were, I would probably reject him, or he would reject me. Witches and Wolves do not mix; we are convenient allies when we both share a common goal. We are not friends, and we certainly are not lovers. I am from a long line of witches here in Chelan; my family is what you call witch royalty. The family line dates to the 18th century. Xavier is next in line to be Alpha of the Tukwila Pack. The strongest pack in the state of Washington. He will need a strong queen to serve at his side, but I do not plan to be me.

On it was the proof I'd been hunting for months. With a growl, I changed my arm to wolf form and lunged from cover. My claws cut across the nearest hunter's throat before he could fire again. The second hunter's gun clicked empty. I didn't give him time to reload, knocking him to the forest floor. "Where is she?" I hissed, pinning him down. "I don't know what you're talking about," he choked out. I pressed my claws into his neck. "Amara Kings. The witch-wolf. Where?"

Alpha Waylen menaced. "Silvia is a witch who worked for Alonso. She's in my captivity right now and I'm trying to find Alonso through her. She must've found out about my deal with you so she wants to ruin our deal. Nothing in these pictures is true. She's a witch. Making evidence is a piece of cake for her but what has left me baffled is your blind trust in a letter and some pictures. I thought you were a smart man, Alpha Waylen," Hunter said calmly, looking at the king dead in the eyes who was taken off guard by this new information. "Hand that bitch over to me. I'll make sure she spews everything out quickly." The king spat and Hunter's jaw ticked.

That the hyena's had actually just moved on or gone far enough underground to be a non issue again. Alexander followed Gulliermo to the freshly restored command centre. Guillermo explained how he had glanced a message from a witch chat group while sifting through unsecured data transfers, and then set out to find the source and monitor it. He wasn't able to parse out any single user's location or anything deeper than time stames and chosen usernames, but their conversations were worth following even without precise coordinates or ID's. This time they were talking about a recently found and confirmed Alpha Queen in America, because one of the witches had been offered a bounty to hunt her down

“What is their plan before they take this as a serious matter? When half of our kind is dead?” “Now that we talk about this, we will just handle it as our pack concern. They’d rather dine and wine, so if these killers target them, let them die without help.” He shrugged off. “Don’t say I didn’t warn them.” “What did you find out?” My father asked. “Alpha Sebastien and The West Coven witches will help us figure out these hunters.” “Did you just say hunters?” Elder Aciano asked, alarmed and more confused. “Yes. I believe it’s the work of hunters. Have you seen the symbol of an arrow and moon crescent?”

Tanner argued, his voice slightly protesting. "Y-yes, but you heard? I hope it's another hunter," said Eruza while leading the way. They had met several times with the hunters, so they thought it was not one of them. Because as the chairman, he was obliged to know the abilities of his comrades and Eruza felt that their abilities might not take the game. On the riverbank, a hundred meters from the tree house, there was a rancid smell of blood that filled the area around the place. The two handsome young men were carefully skinning the White Tiger.

Rose said. "They're witch markings. Specifically, markings used by witch hunters." "Witch hunters? But I thought the Purist Council was made up of werewolves." "It is," Sarah confirmed. "But they hire outside help when they need specialized skills. Witch hunters have been killing people like your family for centuries." "They know techniques that regular werewolves don't." "Like what?" "Like how to track people with magical abilities," Thomas explained. "How to torture information out of seers without killing them too quickly. How to make a supernatural murder look like a random animal attack."