Camp Buddy Hunter Novels & Stories

Kimberly P. O. V The last trunk of the weapon was lifted on the cart and was rolled by the hunters. The hunters started shifting to the other part of the forest near Alpha Knox pack. The war had begun. Most of the hunters were already gone . They made portable cabins for our stay there. Tents were not safe in that part of the forest.

All three of them looked at me weirdly, probably thinking what business a cry baby had being there in the first place. I managed to say hello to them and introduce myself without my last name just to break the ice. In exchange, they did the same. One of the hunter's name was Akio. The next hunter's name was Miguel, and the third hunter's name was Danjuma; he asked me to call him Dan. There was no female in the house, and I figured it was because ruthless Ruth would not allow it. "I asked them to come so you could have sparring partners," Gavin said, and I smiled at the guys.

Beneath the hem of my faux-leather jacket was a belt, and in that belt were a number of stakes, sheathed like bullets in a bandolier. The process was simple: stake, wait, move on. Stake, retrieve the original stake, stash, move on. That was the third rule of hunting – keep it simple, stupid. My Paps had always ruffled my hair when he’d said, “stupid;” a mostly useless attempt at keeping my supernatural education as light as possible. My Dad would roll his eyes at Paps, but there would always be something lovesick in his gaze that had belied his respect, and his adoration, for my Paps’s desperation to keep my adolescence innocent. As innocent as a hunter’s adolescence could be, anyway.

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

and dove to the ground. A hunter entered the area with a lethal crossbow in his hands and a hood covering his face. The weapon was engraved with Damon's emblem, a jagged claw. With a snarl, Aiden sprang forward, his wolf emerging. Aiden was quicker than the hunter, pushing the weapon aside and slamming the assailant to the ground as he fired another bolt.

“When we made the rule about the town’s children not coming into the forest from ages 11 to 18, it was because more than just the boy was killed. That was just the reason given to the town by Timothy’s grandfather. Sleuth members were not permitted to live in town for the same reason. There was a sleuth that was destroyed because of fated mates who were not permitted to be together yet. If we tell our kids, Godric, nor Osprey, will want to hold themselves back from Scarlett. We will be forced to intervene to keep them apart, causing our son, and his bear, to go crazy.” “Crazy? What do you mean crazy? What happened to the sleuth?” I asked. “One of the female bears was mated to a human in the

I kicked him one last time, his painful howl frightening my men as well, " There is no mercy for you, Alpha Zake. Get me the gun. I will kill you then take over your whole pack." Matteo passed me the gun. I shot him a few times until he was lifeless. I had to think of a way to stop Alpha Justin. Matteo came next to me, passing me the information that he got from our troop, " Alpha! They have already reached the pack. You have to choose an Alpha. Do you have anyone in your mind?"

It was a fight for their right to exist. The following day, Marinetta and Harley decided to scout the hunters' camp. They moved stealthily through the forest, using their enhanced senses to avoid detection. As they neared the camp, they could see the hunters' meticulous preparations: traps, weapons, and surveillance equipment were being set up with precision. Harley pointed to a group of hunters gathered around a map. "They seem to be planning something big. We need to find out what they're up to." Marinetta nodded. "Let's get closer. We need more information."

The Hunter responds. "If that ain't enough then what is?" The slim guy interrogates The Hunter. "Right now, your head taking a vacation from your neck," from the back of a fallen tree trunk he throws a stick at them, to which they bath in bullets as he runs for another hideout. Unfortunately for him, they spotted the movement and pursued. ... A convoy of three black jeeps drive on the forest path in full speed, inside each of them is a team of angry men with guns. This are Butcher's mobsters.

I am so proud of you, baby. I set the recorder down and reached for the journal. Carson growled and I paused to look at him. “Ah, perfect. Carson’s still here.” I turned towards the door where my guys stood, all holding a gun. Timothy walked in and placed a gun before me. “Want to hunt?” I eagerly nodded, excited to try out the calls. “You have five minutes.” He looked down at his watch. “Starting now.”