Novelas y relatos de Trollhunter

All my time as an Alpha of the Tiger wood blood pack, I had never encountered any hunter as they didn't have access into our territory so hearing Tyla say the scent she perceived was like that of a hunter got me really curious. “What do you mean a hunter?” I asked. “A wolf hunter…they’re… they’re trained to track and kill wolves…they can mask their scent, move silently… they're dangerous...Really dangerous.” she said. “I know what wolf hunters are, Tyla…anyway, have you encountered one before??” “Yes, back at my pack…I got attacked by one…I had no idea how I survived it's attack but all I knew is that I woke up without any memories of my encounter with it.”

His screams died down as his body slowly reduced to ash. “Please.” The last troll begged as I approached him slowly and deliberately. I switched to blinding speed and covered the distance between us in a second. I just tapped his shoulder and walked past him and he lost consciousness. The moment the last troll’s body hit the ground with a crack and a sizzle, I didn’t wait to savor the victory. The scent of burning flesh still clung to the air as I sprinted into the corridors of the arena, heart hammering, mind clawing through possibilities.

Growling came through the sleuth link, ordering everyone back to the home. “Of course, dear. I’m not a barbarian. I will grant you death.” Tasha stepped forward and I slammed my arm into her chest. “NO!” She looked at me sadly. “Just let me go, Tara. I don’t-” All hell broke loose when bears charged into the room and the councilman at the back of the room finally shifted and leaped into the fray. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the human men moving through the room, struggling to get to our side as they shot and stabbed wolf after wolf. I was yanked forward and my hand slipped away from Tasha. I shifted and quickly disposed of the wolf before shifting back when a panicked link came throug

The sigil on his tattooed arms made me realize who he was. A rogue Moon Hunter. He was an exiled agent that hunts hybrids down for bounty. My heart skipped as he was here for me, for my baby. All of a sudden, the hunter slammed the brakes, crashing into us, and the truck shook, spinning into a side alley. The truck crashed into a metal bin, making me yell. Blood trailed down my temple and before I could turn, Maverick was down the truck, grabbing an iron pole as he attacked the Moon Hunter who also defended.

Callum tried to be precise and accurate this time. For the fucking 5th time. And he couldn’t catch a hamster. Seriously. With the power he now had being a vampire and a wolf. Jeez. He took his mark. And focused. He blocked everything in his mind. The buzz from the pack. The encouragement from Dad, even when he wasn’t Swift. He could hear them. He blocked all teases from Max and the Betas in the pack. He zoomed out everything except for the little white creature who was grazing and nibbling on the grass.

I raised my three fingers “ I promised” “ A day before your dad died. Your dad came to meet me, he said, he needed my help. He told me about your uncle that he is creating his own army to destroy the werewolves. For centuries werewolves and humans have always been in peace because the hunter made sure of that and we never broke the accords. Your dad came to me so I can protect you and he told me to train you before I explained what was going on. At first I didn't want to get involved in the hunter problem but when I found out you were my mate. So i became involved, i might be one of the strongest Alpha in the werewolves but i dont like getting involved in what that doesnt concern me. My rule

My stomach dropped. "What?" He nodded. "I hired investigators to find you after you dared to run from me that morning. It took them a week to find you." Something was slamming hard against my rib cage in a really violent way. I knew what it was. My heart. "I found out who you were—Matteo Leone, a twenty three year old bisexual man, living in your father's house like a prisoner." He leaned forward slightly. "I learned everything about you—your urm... useless family, and your situation within hours of funding you."

I could feel Torey's gaze on us while Luara shook her head defiantly. "Yes, you are." I laughed, tickling her as she struggled to get out of my hold, giggling loudly before escaping my grip and running off. I sat between Torey and Charlotte; Sam was on the other side of his mate. Elijah had left around an hour ago, he had somewhere he needed to be. Two other wolves had joined us, their names were Joanna and Clara. They were both pack warriors and their mates were currently running border patrol. Joanna's mate was Torey's head tracker and apparently the best in West America.

Xavier's POV I stood up and grabbed a heavy glass decanter from the bar. I threw it at the wall, and it shattered, spilling glass and liquor everywhere. It wasn’t enough. I had to bleed. I had to hunt. My phone beeped, the screen bright. I picked it up and glanced through the screen. A picture of my stolen shipment and the others seized by the police stared back at me. The number was hidden and I bit back the inside of my cheeks. Another message popped up. “How do you like that, Xavier?”

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.