A Reluctant Huntress by Graceley Knox

A Reluctant Huntress

A Reluctant Huntress by Graceley Knox (Tales of the Wild Hunt Book 1)
English | 2019 | Fantasy | ePUB | 1.7 MB

A Reluctant Huntress : There are only two ways you leave the Wild Hunt: You die, or you’re too old to get the job done.
That was until Jinx up and left without an explanation. For the last five years, she’s lived in the human world, chasing down rogue supernaturals and managing the bar beneath her apartment to make ends meet.
All of that changes the day her little sister shows up on her doorstep.
The King of the Wild Hunt has been taken, and not even the greatest of hunters can find him.
Left with no other choice but to help, Jinx returns home to a kingdom that thinks she abandoned them. And if that’s not bad enough, she has to work with the insufferably attractive Draven Hellguard to find her father.
After being gone for so long, she can’t help but feel like unseen things are happening at Castle Tor. Unsure who she can trust and who’s out to destroy her family, Jinx is only sure about one thing.
Whoever did this is going to pay, and she won’t stop until they do.

“I bite my tongue, tasting blood as my neck cracks when my head tries to swivel around like a gods damned owl from the blow. I’m stunned long enough that he turns his back on me, heading for Kapriel and his buddy.

“Oh no you don’t, you big bastard.” I shake off the stupor and lunge, jumping on his back and clenching his throat in the crook of my arm. I’m not sure how well this will actually work, as his neck is as thick as a tree trunk, but I’ll give it the old college try anyways.

The Ogre grunts and tries to bat at me on his back like I’m a pesky fly, not a trained huntress with a body count that most assassins would kill for.

“Give it up, you fucking prick.” I flex my arm, pulling it back as hard as I can with my other arm for leverage. He drops to one knee, and I almost lose my grip but manage to hold on.

“Are you just about done, Jin?” Kapriel asks, and I growl at him, baring my teeth. He laughs, wiping gravel off of his dark blue jeans. “What? I gave you the bigger one. You should be thanking me.”

“So fucking generous of you.” I huff a breath through my nose and tap into the last reserves of my energy before tightening my arms. The Ogre goes still and starts to fall forward. I follow him down, ensuring he’s not playing me and that he’s truly unconscious.”

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