Author Hunter Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

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.”

Getting hit by a car wouldn't hurt more than discovering a dirty truth. She wasn't yet able to steady her emotions when the sound of running water cut short. There was shuffling of movements before the door of the washroom burst open. Hunter stepped out in a towel. Water was dropping from his hair and his body was still wet. He had a smile on his lips. It vanished the moment he discerned Claire sitting with his spare laptop. "Dove..." Hunter's blood ran cold when he noticed her pallid features. "Y-you hired a s-shooter to... S-shoot you?" She said in a heavy, choking voice.

she hissed, her amber eyes glowing, burning “You have nothing here. You’re a murderer.” The floor seemed to drop beneath me. My stomach twisted violently. “No,” I choked, shaking my head. “I-I didn’t know. They never told me who-” Hessa’s laugh was bitter, sharp. “You didn’t care to know. You’re an assassin of Cross. Don’t pretend you’re blind. You were trained to kill us. You are a Hunter. And hunters are what werewolves hate the most.” Hunter. The name I’d heard whispered in stories, savior of humankind, they said. Killers of supernaturals…

he chuckled. One of them had short blond hair, while the other one had a long, distinctive scar down his right cheek. “That’s not creepy,” I spat. They chuckled. “It’s not wrong for friends to check up on other friends.” “How did you find me?” My voice cracked. The blonde one barked out a laugh. “I’m a Hunter. It’s in my blood to find wolves. You wouldn’t know that because you’re only half.” I swallowed in response. Crap.

They were like specially trained assassins and even supernaturals with all their abilities find it out to shake them off. That's who my family were, the Holmes. My father was a hunter, his father was a hunter then my great grand mother was a hunter and it went on like that, as far back as centuries. It was a mantle that has always been passed from generations to generations and it was my turn now. My name is Edna Holmes, the latest hunter from the Holmes family. I hunt wolves and vampires for a living. My reason? Mine was a little different from the others who fought to protect.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

I looked at them and my strong voice stopped that blond-ish guy to go further with Crystal. "Hey mate, I think you take the wrong girl with you tonight. That's my wife. " I told him with a strong and very furious voice. He turns around to me and gives me a devil smile as he wins entirely now. "Your wife? Ahhh, Mr Hunter. I remember you. I apologise but I know that Miss Crystal is not married anymore. In plus, she can do everything she wants. And she wants me to drive her home now. So if you excuse us.."

The sub- inspector alternated between cans of beer and a store of ambition, the drowsiness of alcohol intake and the fierce energy of methodical pursuit of mischief-makers. ‘Sir, we have found the black sweater,’ he announced emphatically. ‘It was under the bed, in the guest room currently occupied by Mr Anubhav Khurana.’ ‘Yes ... Anubhav Khurana,’ the inspector shouted as if it was the answer to the final question on Kaun Banega Crorepati. ‘The name kept slipping from my mind. Thank you, Navpreet. I will be out in a moment.’ Inspector Rashid smiled at the sub-inspector and then turned towards the brothers. ‘What ... wait a minute – Anubhav Khurana? Isn’t he the same guy, the newspapers asso

Maybe her will-power and strength were not par from honey bone, the former top one Assassin in the world. “Lesly hunter , how’s was the situation there?” asked the man to her over the phone. Yes, the beautiful woman was no another than, Lesly hunter the top one high class assassin in the world. “Yes, Mr. Young master of Luckser. he was guarded by the woman, but don’t worry I’ll find enough time to assassinate him. It was just a piece of cake.” Said Lesly hunter to him.