Novel & Cerita El Cazador Quiere Vivir Tranquilamente

Maybe Casper was really interested in me in some way. “You know you're not the only problem in this town, right? There are many wolves here and many hunters. Even if I agree, it's still a low guarantee,” Lancelot said. “I would need a much greater guarantee for me to do that,” he said, staring at me. “If you can do that, I'll tell you what I know and cooperate,” he said. He stared at me for part of his speech.

asked Mrs Smith. "No, but I do work with some of them." "I was a hunter too. I and my husband used to trap vampires in those cages." "What made you leave that life?" "I and my husband wanted to live peacefully." "I may sound harsh but once you become a hunter, you will always be in danger. Even if you try to change your life, it will return to you." Mrs Smith did not say anything in response. An awkward silence filled the atmosphere suddenly which was broken by Agent Wilson.

Damn so we still have to watch our asses. Fuck just when I thought shit can go back to normal we got this to worry about. The possibility of hunters scare me because they just kill our kind with no remorse or regret. I just want peace for me and Mel.

As though I continuously seek out the peace and quiet. And ever since discovering about my kids and surviving multiple gunshot wounds, I have become more desperate for that peace and quiet. Which is why now, twenty four hours after leaving Italy for Mexico in search of another blood to spill, my mind has gone far far away from here. Instead of preparing to hunt a criminal, all I desire is to spend the day with my family. My wife, my beautiful kids, my mother, and my sister. There’s just this desire to focus on the most important things and people in my life for I know not when the chaos will be stirred up to swallow them whole.

The man’s eyebrows shot up onto his brow as he replied,“You’ve gone mad! You can’t just go around releasing dangerous criminals!” His voice, rising from the sheer outrage that the proposal inspired in him. Cazer regretted his poor judgment in telling the Hunter of his plot. However, unable to he dissuaded on the matters undertaking, despite Allen’s clear objection, Cazer attempted to move past him once more. Advancing around the other side of the couch, he stated indifferently, “You don’t have to have any part in it, Pierce.” This being his original design, Cazer had no qualms about his lack of willingness to partake in brazen jailbreak. However, what he had failed to take into account, was

"We're tired, you're injured, and walking into a house with five hunters is suicide without proper recon." "So we wait?" "We plan." Caspian pulled out the hunter's phone, scrolling through messages. "Figure out their setup, their defenses, their escape routes. Then we hit them smart instead of fast." I stood there holding my gun, covered in blood spatter that wasn't mine, listening to them plan the next attack like this was normal. And the scary part? It was starting to feel normal. "Rielle." Caspian's hand on my shoulder pulled me back to reality. "You okay?"

I look hideous but I couldn't care less because Than was gone but now, I looked more presentable and less of an eyesore. I wished I could live in the cabin forever. My dreams were that little, I always wanted to have a small family, become a hunter and sell the meat at the market while my wife gathered herbs, we'd live a peaceful life and have three cubs, Ryan would come visit or we'll go over to his place once in a while and we'll watch each other grow old and probably die on the same down.

said Rogia. A vehicle without a driver went in front of them. The cab started moving towards their destination. On this journey, you can observe many types of light all around you that serve as the energy of the place's presence. They also passed a shop where people were carrying weaponry as they left. Based on their behaviors, they may be preparing for war. "You said earlier that we're hunters, aren't we supposed to get one of those?" Maxine asked. "Hunters are trained, not a smuggler. For now, the possession of those weapons is impossible for you. You need to pass a lot of classes, rookie." Rogia replied.

I wondered loudly. He held my gaze. It seemed that he didn’t quite know the answer to it as well. I chuckled and shook my head. “You’re not sure either, huh? I’ll tell you what. Once I become an elite warrior, I’ll do everything in my power to achieve that peace and harmony that we’re all seeking for decades now. The rich and poor will be gone and everything will be back just like the way we all want it to be.”

“No councils. No blood everywhere.” His eyes shifted briefly toward the balcony. “No waking up every morning expecting another attack.” For a moment his expression softened slightly. “I think I’d like peace.” Something about hearing Hunter say that hurt me deeply. Because he sounded like someone who barely believed peace was real anymore. I smiled faintly anyway. “You’d probably get bored after three days.” A quiet laugh escaped him. “Probably.” I leaned slightly against him carefully. “What else?” Hunter looked down at me. “What?” “If the war ends,” I said softly. “What else would you want?”