Good Hunter Story Novels & Stories

She is beautiful and she is everything I've ever wanted. “My biggest regret 5 years ago was leaving you for that stupid bet. I was a coward and a stupid boy. Right now, I am a man and I refuse to be a coward again. If the only way to keep you safe until is to go into that tunnel and follow the killer, then I'm going to do it.’’ I opened the door and headed right in, leaving her standing there, calling out my name. I was met by the store packed with a few gardening equipment and some saddles for the horses.

Her look of surprise at my sudden appearance was most amusing, her eyes widening in shock, but I couldn't enjoy the sight for long because her partner below had raised his weapon to fire. I snatched the hunter off the wall and fazed, only narrowly evading the bullet that was fired at me, hearing it whistle past my ear. With the struggling hunter tossed over my shoulder, I reappeared behind the male hunter, and to my surprise, he responded with speed unfitting for a human, turning and firing another round straight at my chest before I could even register his movement. Scared my bride would get caught in the crossfire, I flung her away just before the bullet pierced my skin, the impact like a

Not yet my brothers, not yet He’s a hunter, he needs to die Soon, we still need more information Cole’s mother was killed by hunters when we were five. Along with Smith’s Dad. The fighters of the pack tore the clan of hunters to pieces, but not before they killed eight of us. One of which was Cole’s mother. After that, he swore to kill every hunter he came across. In the region that we’re in, being so isolated and a somewhat reclusive pack, we thankfully don’t cross paths with hunters often.

Rather, like others before me, I'll die in the attempt. "VAL!" I shout, urging her to move faster. Hunter once again cocks his gun, and just like before, nothing happens. I swallow, knowing my odds of survival are drastically decreasing by the second. I can tell that he's using the classic Colt .45mm pistol. Which means there are only eight rounds. Hunter has already used three rounds, leaving five more left. The bullet could be in any one of those rounds. "I don't like to be kept waiting, Mr. Westshire." Hunter exclaims, pulling back on the trigger once more. I feel my heart stop in my chest as I attempt to prepare myself for the inevitable bullet. When it doesn't come once again, I gulp in

“They all have a story.” He ran his finger down a particularly long scar that went on my right side down to my hip bone. “What the story on this one?” “Wolf who killed his wife. Finally got him in a forest in neutral territory. His pack lands were literally ten feet behind him but he was so confident he could kill me he didn’t even try to run.” I closed my eyes, remembering. “It was a good fight. Ultimately, I won, but I was laid up for a while.”

I thought that was something he knew, or we talked about, but I think I was just used to everyone in the pack house knowing besides the guests. He seemed to go even quieter. “I’m sorry,” he said with such raw sincerity it curled through me. “I didn’t know.” “Not a very good hunter then,” I snorted, trying to make light of it so I could push the pain away. “Hunter?” he raised a brow, his brown eye slid to me. I shrugged, picking at the skirt of my dress. “That’s what I called you in my mind.” His smile widened. “I did hear the stories, some of them. I did the research, but I was focused on Blood River mainly.”

Maybe she's looking for me? I'm not sure what a hunter is but Addie is my hope for rescue. If Rainn is the guy from the bar, then she's with the other gorgeous male that made my heartbeat. I now have a way to drown out all the pain and suffering and this will be my new happy place. "I told you that I would help you and I intend on doing so. Having the hunters dead is going to be beneficial to all our business. We just can't do anything rash that would get the attention of the council.

Blake had told me the hunters had big plans, but I laughed at his confession. "We're going to be running for awhile, preserve your strength." The tracker told the rest of the men as we barreled after him. We kept ourselves concealed in the dense forest, keeping close enough to see the main road as we ran. "I lost my mate years ago to hunters. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time." The tracker's voice ran through my head. I could feel my heart ache at the thought of losing Claire, but I refused to give in. "These hunters have grown bold." I growled, anger pushing me to run faster.

Covering up the hole with some moss, she dusted off her dress and hurried home, her thoughts of the Hunters exposing her long gone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "They're here! The Hunters have arrived!" The cries of the young boys ran through the whole village, many men and women coming out to see the sight. Liam riding in front, followed by nine other men, all on horseback. On the back of Liam's horse was the dead carcass of a mountain lion, and his quiver held an unusual number of arrows. Instead of the standard twelve like the rest of the men in his party, it held 15, two from the archer who had shot the beast earlier, as well as the arrow aimed to warn him.

The hunter behind her tried to stab her on the neck. Knox sped towards them and grabbed the hunter's arm in the meantime. He twisted the arm and pulled it behind the hunter's back. The hunter lost the grip on his sword.Knox caught it in mid air. He turned the hunter by his arm,lifting the sword and sliced his face .Blood gushed out of his face.The hunter covered his face in pain.Knox pushed the hunter backward .The hunter used the opportunity and pulled a dagger and stabbed Knox right below the heart. The hunter thought it would kill Knox but as Knox pulled the dagger out without any sign of pain in his expression all the hopes of the hunter shattered.The wound healed in the blink of an eye.