Bad Batch Hunter Novels & Stories

-Thank you for not letting me come alone," I muttered a little under my breath. I was a little embarrassed. But he didn't answer, as he was in front of my house I gave him one last look. -Come in," he looked at me, after he hadn't looked at me the whole way. -Goodbye, Colton. I turned to walk, feeling his gaze on me. I had ended up the same or worse than before because I hadn't found out anything about Colton Dashner, I only knew that he was a womanizer and got into fights for nothing, did he have a problem with Darren? Because I didn't know why he had hit him, nor why his repeated mood swings, nor did I know why the police were looking for him.

No matter what, Michael wouldn’t be lasting much longer. The moment I got into my car, I called someone that worked for me, the person who handled all my dirty jobs. His name was Hunter and I met him during my time as a boxer. He was once a special forces soldier but he got dishonorably discharged. He worked as a mercenary for a bit and then quit due to its high risk. His name was Hunter. “You never call me for fun,” he muttered the moment he picked up the call. “I need your help. There is someone I need to get rid of,” I replied.

he grumbles, shaking his head. Hunter was a man of simple tastes, prioritising computers, fitness, and women in that order. His calm demeanour and lack of drama were refreshing. Despite his easygoing nature, he showed no urgency in finding a mate - a trait we shared - but it seemed that he had yet to meet someone who truly infatuated him. As I observed him from afar, I couldn’t help but wonder what qualities he looked for in a partner and if anyone would ever meet his high standards.

“They are perfect, Fierce. I'm glad to have you as the mother of our children.” His expression, full of love, calmed my heart. Then, a slightly frivolous question came to my mind, and I decided to share it with Hunter. “I have a question for you,” I began, seeing Hunter raise an eyebrow. “Is there any food that you hate?” Hunter seemed surprised by the initial question but soon answered, revealing a peculiar aversion. “I hate garlic. Can't stand the taste.” A smile grew on my face, and I explained the reason behind my question.

One day he decided to walk into the woods and no one has ever seen him since. My name is Lucas Harrison. I am considered the best tracker and hunter in the town. Not only animals but also Paranormal beings. All-day and all night, people in our town searched, lighting the way with flashlights and lanterns. Searching with dogs and carrying shotguns. It all seemed like a horror movie waiting to happen.

His previous clash with the master challenger had worn nothing down saved for some of Zayn’s stamina; still, it was easily replenished in a few minutes. By now, Zayn had about more than seventy dog tags in his hands—an amount that marked him as a possible contender for the title of ‘Best Hunter’ had it not been pragmatically useless. Zayn could lose to Xander and the latter became the best hunter by default, or he could win and obtain the latter’s dog tags. The real rule to this year’s Great Hunt was that only the strongest would be crowned the best hunter. There was no room for luck—and certainly no room for two winners. The strongest victor would arise from their battle.

“What?! What do you mean?’’ she looked up. “Just right now I saw someone disappearing into it. It might be the killer.’’ “If you are right, do you not think it's better to wait for the police? If you believe this is where the murderer came through, then it's dangerous. You know where the tunnel leads, right?’’ “Yes. In the pub right across the street.’’ “Why would someone create a tunnel that leads into a pub?’’ “It is one of my father’s inside jokes. I found out about it when I followed him one day and I found him cheating on my mother.’’ “Your dad is cheating on your mum?’’ she looked up at me, surprised. “Come on, Liv, everyone knows.’’ I shrugged as I walked towards the door.

I thought Vincent was a trustworthy person, so he told him, "I met Aliyah half a year ago. She is a hunter. She accidentally fell into Blood Moon territory and was caught by me." "What???" Vincent was so surprised that he stood up. Compared to me, when he bounced, he looked much funnier. My mood suddenly got a little better. "Is what you say true? Why is Aliyah a hunter? You're not kidding me, are you?" Vincent asked, panicking.

“I’m sorry,” Lilith hiccupped at him. then pulled away and headed into the bathroom. She didn’t come out for a while. It gave him time to go to his computer. He had to do some research on her, to find out what he could about her life. He wanted to know if she’d been married when her son was born and if she was currently married. He needed to know what was going on in her life. Finn knew it was going to take a while but he’d find the information he wanted. Lilith finally walked out of the bathroom, looking much more composed.

"What's our play boss? What're we doing?" I looked around the room at all of them, all ready to go to battle for me but I couldn't and wouldn't ask them to. "We're not doing anything I am. Not your fight boys." They let that settle in for a minute before they decided by their code what they were gonna do. "We understand that you're pissed boss so we'll let that insult slide and not tell you what an ass backward shit fuck thing that is to say. Now how the fuck are we coming after this asshole?" Shit the last thing I need is a bunch of hot heads on my ass. "This isn't business as usual boys this shit is personal..." Of course Melissa chose that moment to walk into the room. "Well, who the fuck