Chrollo Hunter Hunter Novels & Stories

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.

My stomach dropped. "What?" He nodded. "I hired investigators to find you after you dared to run from me that morning. It took them a week to find you." Something was slamming hard against my rib cage in a really violent way. I knew what it was. My heart. "I found out who you were—Matteo Leone, a twenty three year old bisexual man, living in your father's house like a prisoner." He leaned forward slightly. "I learned everything about you—your urm... useless family, and your situation within hours of funding you."

There were still 10 minutes to go until the second shot blasted and Susanna was frantically stripping for the entire collection of hunters to see. “Turn your fucking eyes away, asshole,” Logan yelled at a man 10 yards down the line who had been gawking at Susanna in the distance. The hunters quickly realized Susanna was meant for Logan. Since Logan was Kreil, it was easy to collectively decide it wasn't worth the pummel they would get if they kept looking. There may have been thousands of hunters lined up, but none dared to take a mate not fated for them. Even if someone did dare to claim someone else's mate, they would especially avoid one fated for a Kreil. It still could happen in theory,

Exhaling a noisy breath, Hunter trolled towards the closet and swung the door open. "Ah, at last, you're here, Hunter." Hunter's lips pursed as they turned blue in rage, seeing Mona Rocha in there. "What the hell are you doing here?" He snapped. Tbc... Check my Id @Chantinglove138 for the visuals (RD VISUALS HIGHLIGHT) of the lake date Hunter prepared for Claire:)

Anna Harris Hunter is a mafia! He isn't just in it, he runs one of the most infamous mafia organization. He told me about it so calmly like it was a piece article on environmental issues in a newspaper. I had spent the whole afternoon and most of the evening thinking about the shit that have been running around me. My Dad, my ex-boyfriend and Hunter, they're all a part of this swamp, a nightmarish thought for me.

The warriors moved like shadows, freeing caged wolves and herding the humans toward the border. But one hunter stood his ground. He was older than the others, his face scarred, his eyes cold. He raised a silver-tipped crossbow and aimed at Clara. "Hidden Luna," he spat. "I've been hunting your kind for thirty years." "Then you know you can't win." "I don't need to win. I just need to slow you down." He fired. Kael lunged, pushing Clara aside. The bolt struck his shoulder, burying deep. He cried out and collapsed.

#mercuryis_fake : "What the fuck is this monstrosity? " bleach_myballs : "Is this guy on steroids or something… whatever he is on I want a hit!" @tycoon_sister_9 : "Seriously! Who is this guy? The face is not as clear in the 3d panoramic " @dog_food_cicada__ : "Fucking shit!! I remember this… this is a clip from the recent collaborative hunt that happened last week. I joined the hunt as a temporary inclusive member for the white clan… I knew somebody would upload this?"

A strong, slender, ruthless Luna like Chloe was what the pack demanded—not a fat servant who only wasted space and supplies. The violent creak of the door flying open made me step back on pure instinct. Hunter appeared in the doorway wearing nothing but his black combat trousers. His muscular, tanned torso was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and his blue eyes, which had once looked at me with the warmth of childhood, were now clouded with superiority and disgust. Behind him, Chloe emerged with a feline stride, wearing one of Hunter’s silk shirts that barely covered her slender thighs, looking at me with a sadistic smile of pure triumph.

Hello faithful readers. How do you do? I have been incognito for a while due to some hardware issues with my computer but I have found a way around that thanks to God. I am sorry for letting you all down and hope that wouldn't happen again. Now that I have that out of the way, there is an announcement to make. I am here to inform you that Book 1 of Hunters: The Prequel - Hunter Hunted - is over. And Book 2 begins today!

But we’d been too injured to stay any longer so I’d mind linked Derrick and told him to send Arianna, our best healer, to me. “The question is why did a hunter attack you?” And that was another question I’d been circling for the last week. We had a truce and they didn’t seem like rogue hunters…but maybe they were. “I’m not sure. Hunters only have permission to hunt pack wolves if they break the covenant. Maybe they confused me for a different wolf?” Derrick’s blue eyes filled with worry as he leaned forward and said, “Or maybe there is a contract out on you?” And that was another question I had. If there was a contract out for my life, who had put the target on my head?