Yor Hunter From The Future Novels & Stories

It’s a lot to ask of anyone, I know that. “I want it. Those innocent people deserve the freedoms and rights they have never known. If we can save them, and build something good from all the bad that festers there, it won’t undo the past but it will secure the future.” Hunter’s answer is what I had hoped. He wants the future I showed him with Esme, but above that he wants to right the wrongs do at Shadow Ridge, he is a true Alpha, just like my mates.

Hunter reaches for it but she stops him with a question, “Are you sure you know what you’re doing, Hunter Tyson? This is dangerous stuff, more dangerous than what I expect the future Alpha of the Nightshade pack to go into.” Hunter scoffs and gathers the bundle of finely linked metal in his hands, “You don’t know what I want, or what I can do. I’m much more than just the future Alpha of a pack.” Myrtle chortles, “Sure you are.” There’s a glimmer in her milky white eyes and the vision comes to an abrupt end. I’m still standing in the same spot and Priam is still waiting with an expectant look in his eyes so I deposit the necklace back into his hands.

Hunter comes back to the living room with a bottle of wine, noodles and canned food his family stored in the basement. Thankfully, his father never forgot the cabin and kept paying the water and electricity bills. Hunter wonders if the late president used to come here when he needed to be alone—or with his mistress. "That's all we got for now," Hunter takes a seat on the gingerbread leather couch. "I guess it's enough to survive the night," "I'm not hungry," Harvey mumbles, resting his head on Eden's shoulder. Hunter frowns at him, "That's what your brain said. I'm sure your empty stomach thinks otherwise," he pushes a can of fruits toward him. "Do you want some noodles?"

"Either I pay you two million now, or you can wait and discuss it with Stinger when he arrives. Your choice." Hunter's face changed. His body trembled slightly. "You… you know Stinger? This…" But the next moment, he burst out laughing. "Hahaha! This idiot. You're trying to use Stinger to scare me? What, did you just time-travel from ancient history?"

Any adolescent’s worst nightmare. Even more so when none of those brats care about me. Everyone knew I was a human. Despite the fact that I had earned my place in the pack, some people only fantasized about my disappearance. “Is everything fine here?” Hunter’s handsome face peered into the game room. Hunter is the pack’s future Alpha and my best friend on the planet. His multicolored eyes always drew my attention. One of them reminded me of a sunny day in a meadow, while the other of a clear sky. His hair was brown and unkempt, but it added just the right touch to make him appear carefree and wild.

Georgia, marshes Hunter was soaring; he couldn’t imagine life without her. So, what if she was a witch? It didn’t matter to him. His dad stepped in front of him. “Hunter, listen to me. She’s going to destroy you. The elder saw your future.” “Let me guess, she’s one of them?” pointing to the pack “No,” his dad said firmly. “She’s our alpha’s daughter. Just hear me out.” “Dad, I’ll find a mate soon, okay?” Hunter turned and walked away.

Stars formed behind my eyes. And I nearly came. Then, he stopped. My eyes flew open. I held his gaze, staring at him as his lips curved into a smirk. The expression was familiar. And I recalled it was the same one he had worn then, two weeks ago. When he had carried me out of the bar. My breath hitched. "Welcome to your new life, pretty boy.”

They instinctively looked down. Then everyone froze. The pink, suggestive interface of "Goddess Hunter" disappeared. It was replaced by a cold black interface that looked like a tombstone. At the center of the screen, the photo of me that had been treated as prey vanished too. In its place was Gary's face, twisted with shock. Under his photo, blood red words slowly appeared. [New game activated, Scumbag Hunter.] [Target: Gary Zachary York.] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time.

But it wasn’t the monster that had my heart stopping in my chest. It was his eyes. “Ronan,” I breathed, barely recognizing the sound of my own voice. The wolf didn’t hesitate. He lunged, his claws slicing through the air as he slammed one of the hunters into the door with a sickening crack. The man crumpled, his body limp, his gun clattering to the floor. “What the fuck is that?” another hunter yelled, his voice cracking with fear as he aimed his weapon at Ronan. Before he could fire, Ronan was on him, pinning him to the wall. The man slumped, lifeless, as Ronan turned to me, his blue eyes blazing.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.