Dark-Hunter Novel

Zarek's Point of View:

As a Dark-Hunter, I am supposed to be a soulless guardian who stands between mankind and those who would see mankind destroyed. However, the only part of that Code of Honor that resonates with me is the eternity and solitude. Many claim that I suffer from insanity after being alone for so long, but I don't see it as a burden - I enjoy every minute of it.

Trust is a foreign concept to me. I can't trust anyone, not even myself. The only thing I have faith in is my ability to do the wrong thing in any situation and to hurt anyone who gets in my way. I have endured a lifetime as a Roman slave and 900 years as an exiled Dark-Hunter, and now I'm tired of enduring. I want the truth about what happened the night I was exiled - I have nothing to lose and everything to gain.

Enter Astrid, an exceptional woman who can see straight to the truth. Brave and strong, she is a point of light in the darkness. When she touches me, I tremble, and when she smiles, my cold heart shatters. They say even the most damned man can be forgiven, and I never believed that until the night Astrid opened her door to me and made this feral beast want to be human again. She made me want to love and be loved, but how can an ex-slave whose soul is owned by a Greek goddess ever dream of touching, let alone holding, a fiery star?

Astrid is an exceptional woman who can see straight to the truth. Brave and strong, she is a point of light in the darkness. When she touches me, I tremble, and when she smiles, my cold heart shatters. As a Dark-Hunter, I am supposed to be a soulless guardian who stands between mankind and those who would see mankind destroyed. However, the only part of that Code of Honor that resonates with me is the eternity and solitude. Many claim that I suffer from insanity after being alone for so long, but I don't see it as a burden - I enjoy every minute of it.

Trust is a foreign concept to me. I can't trust anyone, not even myself. The only thing I have faith in is my ability to do the wrong thing in any situation and to hurt anyone who gets in my way. I have endured a lifetime as a Roman slave and 900 years as an exiled Dark-Hunter, and now I'm tired of enduring. I want the truth about what happened the night I was exiled - I have nothing to lose and everything to gain.

They say even the most damned man can be forgiven, and I never believed that until the night Astrid opened her door to me and made this feral beast want to be human again. She made me want to love and be loved, but how can an ex-slave whose soul is owned by a Greek goddess ever dream of touching, let alone holding, a fiery star?

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