Author Hunter Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

He looked to be unconscious. “I'm sorry, but this is the only way he won't suspect that you helped me escape. I promise, I will come back for you. Scanning the area to make sure no one saw him, Hunter ran into the woods as fast as his legs could carry him. As he ran, he heard the sound of twigs snapping behind him. He turned around to see a pack of wolves, their eyes glowing in the dark. Quickly, he found a hiding place. It was an old pit. Without thinking what lay inside, he quickly jumped in. He could barely put up with the hard smell, but he had no choice.

She looked in the direction from where someone would have shot an arrow and saw a hunter hiding behind leaves, more like wearing leaves. Beast pulled out the arrow from his body forcefully and threw it away, and ran toward the tree where that hunter was hiding, only to kill him. Liara looked away from that direction, not able to see these things, and that was when her eyes landed on the arrow, which looked familiar. She picked it up carefully and saw the ‘H’ sign craved in it beautifully. Her eye’s widened when she recognized the arrow. She stood up on her feet, holding the arrow, and at the same time, the dead body of the hunter was thrown near her feet.

I replied. “Work? What is it that you do?” He asked me. I saw a sly smile form on my lips before I answered. “I’m a big game Hunter.” I said. And I watched as Damien's eyes widened. He had no idea what I would answer this question with, but I assume it surprised him that I didn't make something up.

He said his full name. “Hunter Clinton? The Hunter Clinton? As in the Young Gun????” Hazel gasped, her hands instinctively flying to cover her widely agape mouth in utter disbelief, her eyes widening with astonishment.

“You’ve done it. You have finally done it!” I shifted on to find the eyesore there. Locking onto the man I had dragged here, who was now propped against a rusted column. He was observed at the embrace, the sight, at the blood, at the look in Kristine’s eyes. He laughed. Motherfucker was laughing like it was the funniest thing he had ever seen. "Oh, what a beautiful sight," Edric wheezed, wiping blood from his chin. "The top 4th assassin of the underworld, The Hunter, has finally decided to drop the mask of innocence?”

“Because I have all the necessary weapons to take them down.” “I don’t want to take anyone down I just want a faceoff with the old man.” “You will never get to the old man. What’s your obsession with him anyway?” Naveen questioned. Hunter looked at the photo of a girl on the table. “This time we are doing things my way,” Hunter looked at Naveen. “Well there is one thing.” “What is it?” “I know you have been looking for a manuscript.” Hunter's eyes glowed. “Yes,” he said.

" As he turned his gaze to the lying body, Higgins spoke out against her overreaction. "What's the deal with your stare?" He inquired, seemingly piqued by the tenacity in her imagined grin. "So you're the hunter that Rachel kept telling about. Paul Higgins, the renowned and experienced warrior hunter who became stranded on this continent and incorporated magic into his..." She was led to confess everything she knew about him, at least the scratched surface information that she had been exposed to. "Shut up, little girl." Higgins blurted in a clear-cut manner. As he strutted to the door, he walked over the inquisitor's laying arm, listening for an incoming sound.

Hunter lifted her up. Nathan decided to take the opportunity and shoot Hunter, as Hunter was exposed. Nathan got up but before he could, the man shot at him, sending a bullet through the space between his eyes. "The cars is just a few meters from here." The man told Hunter. He was speaking fast. "Keep running down this path and you'll see it. Two black sedans. We'll continue covering you until you're all in." That's when Hunter saw his face, it was the stranger at the bar. The stranger who had spent the night sharing jokes and asking him about his love life, and then after saying bye, had driven to his house and left him an A4 paged letter with 4 words. Walker.

Belle waited for an opportunity to ask Hunter. "Is that entrance truly a decoy?" Hunter replied with a stern expression, "Yes. The real entrance shouldn't be that one." He harbored no desire to aid the Hannibals in desecrating a tomb, yet his curiosity about what lay beneath nagged at him. Ever since encountering mysterious paintings resembling Belle in Mount Moriah, Hunter harbored a fascination with exploring ancient tombs. He sought to uncover the truth and any potential connection between Belle and the woman depicted in the paintings.