Cowboy Hunter Mga Nobela at Kwento

the bartender said happily. “Unavailable?!!” The wolves in the bar chorused unhappily. “Look…ya gentlemen must be mistaken or ya must’ve misunderstood something,” the cowboy said as he got up on his feet. “When I drink at this bar, I only drink whisky. Do yourselves a favor and return the bottle before leaving.” The cowboy returned to his seat like nothing had happened. “I don’t have time for this. The rain isn’t as heavy as before. Let’s head out, Ghen,” I ordered.

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.

What chance of resistance could I possibly have against Jaxon West, the hottest, most masculine cowboy I had ever set my eyes upon? T. B. C!

She nodded before she opened the door. Dakota opened the door and with her very preppy voice and jump in her step, "Hi, can I help you, sir?" The hunter was wearing a black jacket with the Crescent Hunter crest on his left side of his jacket. He was looking inside as if to look for a stowaway. Dakota cleared her throat, closing the door a bit more so that he could only focus on her. The hunter gulped looking up at her then smiling. "Sorry about that ma'am, there was an incident at the Orileys farm and the lady said the perpetrator ran in this direction," he said looking around.

Eyes cold as the ice. "I've seen bears throw wolves," the hunter said, looking at Sebastian. "Never seen a man do it." Harper aimed her rifle at him. "Who are you?" The hunter ignored the gun. He pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket. It was a "Wanted" poster. [ SEBASTIAN STERLING. DEAD OR ALIVE. $100,000,000 ] "Name's Jack," the hunter spat tobacco juice into the snow. "And you folks are the most expensive game I've ever tracked."

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.

And still, that damn block on my wolf kept me from healing, from transforming, from accessing any real power. The first hunter appeared at the entrance of my man cave, if I could call it that. He was older than the others and had this air of a veteran. Tactical gear covered most of his body, but I could see his eyes through his night vision which were alert and wary. He raised some kind of weapon - it wasn't a gun but something else. "Calla Hart," he said. "Time to go home." I felt it then, that God damned feeling I've been trying to call since this whole freak show started.

Their blood tainted the pristine snow. A sharp sting ripping through my back. The bite of wolfsbane and silver rushed through my muscles. Snarling, I turned to find my attacker. Blood sprayed as I tore his head from his body. His lifeless body dropped to my feet. My wounds closed even before his head hit the ground. My wolves meted out death, tearing the hunters to pieces. But something was wrong. ‘Excellence,’ Hein spoke through the link. ‘Where are the rest of them?’

VOLUME SIX: A COWBOY AND HIS SWEET SPOT Carter's ass bounced on the hard seat of his banged-up pickup truck as he drove across the state line into Wyoming. Man, he was tired, and his butt hurt. Riding fourteen hours on the back of a horse was much more comfortable than six on the worn-out seat in the truck.

“Who sent you?” The man, named Maxwell, revealed his boss's name. “Maxwell. The boss's name is Maxwell.” Hunter, ruthless, asked, “Where can we find Maxwell?” The man replied, his tone desperate, “Cheyenne, Wyoming.” Caleb and I exchanged glances, the information echoing in our minds. Cheyenne, Wyoming – the next destination in our quest for the truth. Even in his lupine form, Hunter emanated an intensity that prevented us from questioning his actions.