Author Hunter Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

He took her hand, and in that quiet moment, they both made the same decision: They would find Hunter. --- That same night, far away in a hidden location, Hunter sat weakly on the cold floor of an underground cell. His body was bruised and battered, but the light in his eyes still burned. He knew the letter had reached them. He knew Eliana would understand the code. On the back wall of his cell, he’d left one last clue: three vertical lines carved side by side—a sign that he was still alive. A sign he hadn’t given up.

Emma was at a loss of words as she heard him. A wolf hunter? What the hell was that supposed to mean? She watched his face for any signs of remorse or guilt, but she found none. She didn’t know what was worse, knowing that her mate was essentially a serial killer or that she was supposed to love him in spite of it. “What do you mean you’re a wolf hunter?” She said, “Who do you kill?”

"When I was living in the human world, I met my best friend. She was like a twin sister to me sent from above. We had great memories together, but..." "But?" he asked, his brows furrowing as he stared at me. "Her name is Hazel. It turns out that she's the daughter of Mr. Calderon, the leader of all the hunters who were killing half of the population of the wolves. They became wealthy because of selling the wolves to the black market, chopping their bodies up for their personal desires." "How did you know that she's the daughter of that hunter?"

Jordan stands next to Dean, Olivia stands next to Issac, Gia stands next to Justin, and Sasha stands next to Cole. I’m actually getting pretty excited for this. I look up at Gunner again, “What’s your wolf’s name?” He smiles, “Hunter.” I laugh. “Gunner and Hunter?” He chuckles but nods. “You guys were literally made for each other.” I tell him and he nods his head agreeing, bending down to whisper in my ear. “Which is precisely why this will be over quickly. I give it fifteen minutes once the wolves start searching.”

Tyler quickly got dressed. The hunters of the TV news show are eating breakfast about what happened last night. Raven could barely swallow what she was eating because of what had happened. She remembered what the victim looked like and their broken necks. "If what you are saying is true, Cael, it is the vampire who did that. How can we catch it?" Hugo asked. "I don't know. It's alone. I think we can catch it." Cael said. "We can catch it." Everyone turned to the newcomer. Luke, Beatrix, and Cain are standing in the living room. They are all watching the news on TV. When Kyra saw Luke, she immediately approached him and hugged her father.

Ronan asked. The man flinched, just slightly, but it was enough. I saw it in his eyes—the moment he knew we’d caught on. I bent down, grabbing his hand and turning it to the side, exposing the faint mark etched into his skin. My growl rumbled in my throat. "He's a hunter." "Fuck," he hissed, the rope snapping as his claws swiped through the air where I’d just been. He bolted, but he wasn’t fast enough.

He said, making me even more dubious. ‘Is it related to us, being hunters?’ ***

I take a step, focusing on getting to the pack house where my fate will be decided, when I feel someone cock a gun behind me. “Halt!” My heart flips. That voice. It isn’t the first I was expecting to hear. A thick lump gathers in my throat, and my hands raise above my head as he commanded. I close my eyes as his footsteps begin to echo behind me, making my pulse race erratically. He stands before me, and I raise my head and meet his smoky green eyes. Hunter. The son of Alpha Moon’s third Luna. The strong warrior and biker who handles the pack’s security affairs.

A shadow emerged from behind a gnarled oak, and I was ready to strike—until I saw him. Hunter. Dressed in a loose tunic, a satchel slung across his shoulder, he grinned at me like this was any other day. “Fancy seeing you two here.” I exhaled sharply, lowering my weapon. “Hunter, what the hell are you doing here?” He held up a weathered sketchbook. “Would you believe me if I said I came to draw the ruins? The landscapes here are—” “—dangerous,” I finished, stepping toward him. “This place isn’t some scenic retreat. Harper and Layla are hiding somewhere in these ruins, and we don’t know what kind of traps they’ve set.”

The door was ajar, a slice of warm light spilling into the hallway. I should walk away. Go upstairs. Hide in my room until this awful day was over. Instead, I knocked softly. “Come in.” Hunter’s voice, rough with exhaustion. I pushed the door open. Hunter stood by the window, silhouetted against the fading daylight, a glass of something strong in his hand. He was a scotch man, so I guessed that’s what he was drinking. He turned as I entered. “Grace.” Just my name. “Hunter...” I took a breath, gathering my courage. “There’s something I need to tell you. About Helena. About what I saw… not long ago.”