Novel & Cerita Time To Hunt Book

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”

The urgency in his tone suggested that something exciting was about to unfold. What did he mean by hunting? Kenru seemed to catch the unspoken question in my eyes, and he offered an explanation. "Hunting time happens every after halt hour. It's a form of reinforcement." I vaguely remembered something Prince Killan had told me - about hunting the wild forces of Morse to awaken our skills for battle. But my thoughts were interrupted by Kenru's inquiry, his curiosity prompting him to ask, "Who's Killan?" I hesitated, torn between revealing my connection to Killan and keeping it hidden from Kenru.

He said and struck his father on his neck before breaking into tears. "There he is! I see one of them" Murphy heard a voice from afar. He got up immediately, looked left and right but didn't see Ava. He had no other choice than to face the woods and run away but the Hunters wouldn't rest until they caught him. TBC!!

It was time to see what the hell was going on. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I hope you have enjoyed chapter one of The Hunt for Knowledge. Newly mated Katalea and Dakari are about to go on an adventure that will take them to some unique places with some unique new friends. Of course, we won’t forget about Dalya and her troubles, and isn’t it about time we hear from Katalea’s Mom and Dad? Stay tuned!

We would all need time to adjust, our huntress especially. I scrunched my nose and tried to suppress the sweet smell of Max beside me. I sensed her pressing her thighs together to contain her feelings, and she was burning up. The last time she had a heat spell caused by her attraction to me was when I marked her in my car on our way to my sister’s house. I believe she had been unable to control herself as a result of this. It was something that happened whenever we found our mate. The mating urge was sometimes too strong to resist, and it led us to do crazy things. I cursed and rolled onto my back, detaching myself from her.

It was two hours before it gets midnight that the fire inside the commoner's village had happened and the other neighbor didn't notice such fire because their house was a bit far from where the other neighboring houses were. The incident was only founded by a - hunter man that hunt's prey animals at night inside the village

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.)

They have been here for three days already. they crave outside..anywhere. Anywhere at all, that's not this cold barren space. Only one bonk bed occupied the side of the room. And even after so much time has passed they still haven't seen the demon who appeared out of nowhere and ruined everything. in the past few days. He only appear once that was the time he walked up to her; staring at her with the coldest eyes she has ever seen as he reached around her neck and collared her into his slave. His property. He'd called her.

Well, not at first. I focus on getting my job done so that I can focus on preparing for the Hunt. It doesn't start until midnight, but some of us like to get there before and find spots to hide in areas the girls commonly go. It’s a sport, and I’m taking it seriously because the sooner I find Rosie, the better. Stray bullets sometimes find the girls or wild animals like wolves, bears, coyotes, bobcats. There are plenty of things that girls can run into. Not to mention some get injured by accidentally falling off small cliffs, rolling down rocky hills, their ankle meeting a hole or an un-seen root. I don’t think Rosie has much nature or hunting experience. So the sooner I can get to prepping

It was like a never-ending cycle. With the twins' help, we could hack into the minister's timetable and found out he had a work trip scheduled at the end of the week. This would be our first opportunity to go after him undetected, as the minister was staying at a secluded resort at the top of a mountain in Sweden. I had flown my men out to capture him. However, by the time we got there, the minister was already tied up in his room, with a note in his mouth from the Huntress. There was a puddle of blood on the floor below his seat, which showed that whoever this Huntress was, had gotten to him at least an hour before we got here.