El Cazador Quiere Vivir Tranquilamente Novels & Stories

"Oh yeah, what is it " "Well I want to resign from being a hunter " "Oh I see , so why is it that you want to leave " he ask putting his files away then giving me his full attention " I have a mate now and I told him that I would return " I look him in the eyes then looked away fiddling with my thumb "Elizabeth you know the rules hunters don't usually resign unless a critical injury " "Yes I know but I have to return to him please I'll do anything you want me too" he sighed and rubbed his head looking more stressed than the last time I saw him

shrugging. "The hunter, does have to know where to stay and aim" he said as he settled down on the chair. He watched Kallum lift up his glass inches above his head.. “Consider your coven raided by midnight after this"

“Talk, Cruz. You’ve got us all standing here like prey. Who the hell did you see?” Cruz’s jaw flexed as he scanned the treeline again, like maybe the shadow would step out and name itself. “I didn’t see him. Not clearly. Just… felt it. Someone with the kind of patience you don’t find in Rafe’s dogs. Someone who wanted me to know they were there, without ever pulling a trigger.” Gray cursed, dragging a hand down his smoke-streaked face. “That ain’t a soldier. That’s a hunter.” Blade nodded sharply. “Exactly. And hunters don’t waste time unless they’re planning something.”

He cut off the conversation in radio, once he feels, they are talking non-sense, or not so important matters. If only they will know, Dexter, is having all the comfort of modern life, in the middle of the forest, possibly, they will envy him. If only they will know, that he has got a beautiful wife, and a healthy son living together, with him in the forest, they will not ask those nasty questions.

There is nothing more exhausting than living in fear, you are basically half-living due to fear, being that wall, from seeing the light of day. I just wish Luis would permanently leave us alone, but I know that it's near impossible since he's enjoyed the hunt. He's been feeding off the power he has, of being the hunter. He's grown familiar to being just that, and unfortunately, we've gotten so used to running, that settling down feels like a temporary dream for us. I hate living like this, being taken back to that dark hole.

I glance at Casper who look enchanted by the beauty of the falling sun. "Hey," I called him. He slowly turn to me. What a beautiful eyes. "What?" "You know about the mission tomorrow? About that..." "Stop hesitating, it's not I'm different." "Right." I don't even feel uncomfortable with him. "I just wanna ask, what will happen if some hunters attack us? By that time I'm sure I know nothing to defe d my own self, you think we'll be all right?" "I don't know." I grunted from dismay! How come can he be this cold?! "Come on, I wanna know what to do! I don't wanna defending Harvin or anyone on you—"

“What if we are…?” “As hunters, we do not kill to torment, and when we kill we do not do it savagely. We kill to end darkness, but we do it in a merciful way. We do not torment, we do not watch agony, and we always remember to have humanity,” he said, looking me in the eye. “It is the way of the hunters…”

He just wanted to be out of the pack and into the night life where he could catch young, unsuspecting women and having the best time of his life with them. Left with nothing else to do, he shrugged and slowly turn in his way back to the pack, thinking about what it was that he was going to do to pass time until all the problems with the Hunters were resolved. If it wasn't resolved in time, he might go crazy and kill everyone off at the pack.

The privilege and freedom to travel into any city without care of being drenched, especially when one was in their ceremonial attire. He snort and tugged the rein, hoping the Zebra would increase its pace. If he had his way he would have remained within the walls of his house, under his roof, and with the warmness of his wife. But comfort was something he had never known since he was a child. Just as the land of the dead was not satisfied with the number of souls it eats, so too the quest for comfort. Solving one problem always brings back another, it was an endless cycle that will eventually lead to the grave. Wise men seek peace and rest in their abode. But, fools seek coziness and like pr

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.