Chrollo Hunter Hunter Novels & Stories

kay, so he gets points for having more skill than I would give a hunter credit. I always figured hunters used whatever bits of magic they picked up to hunt us down and find new inventive ways to kill us. Though I suppose being able to disguise themselves as well as Khalid’s Clark Kent glasses would help them better infiltrate and make stealth kills if their target could recognize them.

the wolf said and i blush “ What is your name? Or do you and lukas share the same name? I asked, the wolf nodded his head “ My name is Asher, Lukas wolf” He sent the environment “ I smell humans around here, I have to give control to lukas” he said and immediately the wolf shifted back to humans. “ Who is there? Show yourself.” he said and stayed behind him Two people came out and bowed to me. I was shocked “ Who are you? “ I asked “ We are hunters just like you and your dad was our leader. We heard from your uncle that he is dead and since then we have been watching you.” he explained

After dropping Aurora and Draken into their pack's territory, Hunter along with his men went to check out Alonso's men's hideout which Silvia told him about. As soon as Hunter barged in he was met with a couple of burly men that reek of night Walker pack. He motioned his men to attack and within seconds there were snarls and growls echoing around. Hunter prowled like a king towards the man who was trying to escape from the back. Hunter caught him before he could escape. None of them were as powerful as him. He did beat up that guy but enough to make him immobile and not enough to kill him.

He was totally hopeless. As Hunter paced and thought and thought, he finally came up with an idea that seemed like it could work. Why drug a whole team of men on the watch when he could only drug one person? Rob Holland. He saw Chloe bring him a cup of coffee, maybe he could get Chloe to throw in a little something in there. Hunter began shaking his head. Was he crazy? Chloe had been working in the mansion for who knows how long, why in the world would she agree to drug a billionaire because Hunter asked her to do it?

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.

Hunter rose slightly from his crouch and went down a few steps to the landing, paused. Without looking back or giving any sort of signal he turned the corner and disappeared from view. Khalia forced herself to follow at a distance, the weight of the gun still a foreign sensation in her hands. Her left foot had just landed on the bottom step when Hunter yelled out. “Khalia, get down!”

While I had been roaming around, Joanne had been busy searching for the other two paints she needed. Instead of three tries, all she had needed to defeat me was one opportunity. I felt my lips curve against my will. "Very good, my pretty. Very good." I praised her, wiping the slimy paint from my face. Joanne Puhvel just taught me a very important lesson today. To never, ever underestimate her. *** ***. ***. *** I smelt him before I saw him. Hunter. A familiar hunter. Joanne entered the alcove behind me and I got my first view of a wide back hidden beneath a black leather jacket, shaggy brown locks, blue jeans and blackboots. He turned around and Joanne yelled,

Chester said as he looked at Williams. “How the hell did you become a hunter Rosco?” I asked him. “I was recruited by Samantha’s father, right after the attack on your pack,” he said. “It’s called a clowder, if you’re going to be killing supernatural beings at least know what they are and how to kill them properly,” I said. “Like I care what you filth call yourselves,” he said. “Nice friends you have Chester,” I said. “Time for you to die now Griffin,” he said as Kane launched himself onto his back.

I had only seen Mildred and Garren shift, so this was new. Hunter wasn’t nearly as big as Garren, but he was bigger than Mildred. His scales looked rougher, and he had spikes lining his back along his spine. His talons were longer than the others, and his wings looked like they were tipped with ice shards. “Hunter is the last of his kind,” Mildred said low enough for only me to hear. “He’s beautiful. He looks like he is covered in pieces of ice.” I said in awe. She let out a laugh.

Claire interrupted, “What exactly is a Hunter?” He took a deep breath, steadying himself. “A hunter is a type of human who was or is a Mythical bounty hunter. They have enhanced skills; fighting abilities, enhanced senses. I think one or both of your parents were Hunters. Especially after seeing you in action. Haven’t you ever wondered how you could fight and keep up with the wolves and vampires in your coven and pack? Love, you ARE A HUNTER.”