His Little Hunter
Allison Hale has always hated vampires. After all, they've never given her a reason not too, not when they brutally murdered her family and definitely not when she was forcefully turned into a blood slave for one of their kind. No, Allison did not like vampires. She has never failed to kill anyone that crossed her way, including the man who wrecked her life all those years ago.
But when she finds herself transitioning into the very thing she despises, her life is thrown in chaos. Desperate to find a way to reverse the change, Allison ends up attracting the attention of the one Vampire who wants her dead the most.
Only one person mattered to Elias Morley, his only surviving family after the war for the throne. So when news of his brother’s death reaches his ears, he’s understandably enraged and swears to hunt down the female hunter responsible for it. That was the plan until he finally met her.
The person he loathed the most, the woman who took his brother from him turned out to be his fated bride. One woman ended up being the person he searched for the most but in two different ways. Torn between his primal instincts and his thirst for revenge, what will Elias do now that he finally has her in his clutches?
Will their scorching attraction push them towards a path of romance? Or will Elias choose to avenge his brother’s death?
What happens when it comes to light that Allison is more than just an orphaned hunter?
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Chapter: Chapter 13“I warned everyone to steer clear of this place, did I not?” The royal said, his deep voice full of authority as his hand rested on Alistair’s throat. He didn’t yell, in fact, his tone was almost gentle and that was what made it so terrifying. Despite not raising his voice, I could feel the fury oozing off him in waves. It was enough for the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end even though I wasn’t the one his fury was directed at. I could only imagine what Alistair was feeling. The vampire struggled, clasping at the royal’s hand in an attempt to free himself. An obviously futile attempt. He was no match for the Royal. “You did, Lord Elias.” Alistair croaked through constricted vocal cords, his eyes wide as he struggled to breathe. “Yet you go behind my back anyways and even dare lay hands on my prisoner.” “It was her fault. She… She…”“It’s her fault you disobeyed my orders? Do you take me for a fool?” The royal’s crimson eyes narrowed, his grip growing tighter until a si
Last Updated: 2025-04-24
Chapter: Chapter 12“Oh don’t glare at me like that. It’s been years since we last saw each other. You’re finally back home, that’s plenty of reason to be happy.” Alistair said with a smirk, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. He hadn’t changed even a bit despite all the time that had passed but that was to be expected. He was a vampire after all, an abomination. Once their kind reached a certain age, they froze into their appearances, never again aging no matter how much time passed. Alistair was more than 5 centuries old but didn’t look a day over 35. The vampire’s dark hair was slicked back, without a single strand of hair out of place. It was the hairstyle I’d always known him with and on more than one occasion I’d wondered how much gel was used to get the hair that way. I imagined it would be rock solid if touched. A black leather jacket had been thrown over his large body, a black shirt underneath with a matching pair of tight, shiny leather trews. As always, his fashion sense was questionab
Last Updated: 2025-04-07
Chapter: Chapter 11ALLISON’S POV When I peeled my heavy lids open, I found myself laying on the floor, darkness surrounding me as a feeling similar to what I imagined having your skull split open felt like radiated through my head. It felt like a bomb had gone off in my skull. The pounding only increased when I tried to lift my heavy body off the ground. My hand came up to rub my temple in an attempt to ease some of the pain but I was met with resistance as the sound of chains faintly echoed in the room. I blindly felt at my wrist, my confusion and panic growing at the feeling of metal cuffs connected to chains. Both my wrists had been shackled by heavy metal, my range of movement limited. The hell? Where the fuck was I? Why was I bound and why did I feel like I’d just had a head-on collision with a truck? I racked my brain, trying to piece together what had happened before I’d passed out but I pulled up blank, my headache only worsening from the mental exertion. What the hell is going on?
Last Updated: 2025-04-05
Chapter: Chapter 10ELIAS’ POV Time seemed to stop and everything around me became a blur. Everything but her. The hunter stood out amongst the crowd of dancing figures like a bright star in the night sky, her radiance nearly blinding. A goddess among peasants. She was beautiful. It pained me to admit it but there wasn’t a single female in the club that held a candle to her. She was flawless. Breathtaking. She oozed an air of confidence as she strode through the club, so unlike the trembling female I’d seen on that night and I figured this was probably her default setting. A proud and powerful hunter. The mortal reaper. For some reason, that pompous air she exuded was insanely attractive to me. She looked the same as I’d seen her last yet more beautiful at the same time. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Like a lost fool, I stood at the balcony’s edge, absorbing every detail of her that I could. Unlike the first night we’d crossed paths, she was dressed lighter, giving me a better view of everyth
Last Updated: 2025-04-01
Chapter: Chapter 9ELIAS’ POV I chugged down the glass of Demon’s brew Melissa slid over to me in one go, relishing the way the bitter liquid burned as it slid down my throat. Burning meant strong. Strong meant no more thinking. Already I’d downed three glasses of the potent brew so why could I still think? Why were those eyes still haunting my thoughts? I’d thought the alcohol would at least numb my brain enough to forget about her but it was doing nothing. Dammit! It’s not enough. “Another one.” I growled, holding the now empty glass out to Melissa for a refill. Rather than fill my glass as I’d expected, the witch frowned, instead placing the half-empty bottle of brew down on the table. I recognised that look in her eyes, she was about to go all mother hen on me and a scolding was due. “That’s your third glass already.” She said, pointing out the obvious. “That’s not regular alcohol. You’ve had enough for one night.” “No, I need more. Just give me the bottle.” I reached over the table to grab i
Last Updated: 2025-03-31
Chapter: Chapter 8Oh for Pete’s sake! Now is not the fucking time. I cursed as I struggled to release myself but the arms of my captor were strong and hard. He wasn’t budging. Even when I tried to turn around to get a look at the bastard, I couldn’t, his hold on me was too tight. My body remained firmly plastered against his firm chest. Just what I fucking needed, a clingy stranger trying to cop a feel. I inhaled a deep breath for calm, willing myself to not plant him in the jaw. No violence. Can’t cause a scene here. “Can you let me go? I’m not in the mood for a dance.” I yelled loud enough for the stranger to hear over the booming music, even though I knew a simple refusal never stopped bastards like this. He gave no response. Instead, his grip on me seemed to grow tighter. For a faint second, I contemplated reaching for the sword I had tucked away in my pant leg but I quickly thought against it. The last thing I wanted to do was cause a scene here. I couldn’t risk Melissa leaving the premis
Last Updated: 2025-03-28
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