Good Hunter Story Mga Nobela at Kwento

Hunter knew all too well that every decision comes with its consequences. He made a deal with the Patels' to get rid of Ludo but he didn’t hold his end of the bargain. Despite this, Hunter was no man to be intimidated by the Patels. As a matter of fact, they were out of the picture for him because he had finally got what he sought after; the manuscript. As soon as he got home, he printed the whole manuscript out, took it with him into his carnage backyard and treated himself to some reading. He never remembered when he had read like that but he was determined to finish reading the whole story that very day.

In their haste, they slipped down the mountain several times. “Aw, it hurts!” Damon complains. Damon immediately stood up after he hit the root of a large tree when he fell. There was a voice in the distance. The hunters immediately went to the source of the sound and noticed hikers running down the mountain. Cael came up to those hikers. “Why, what happened?” Cael asked the hikers. Damon looked toward Kyra. “Why is he still asking? He knows what happened.” Damon whispered. “He’s investigating, Damon,” said Kyra. “You can’t be a hunter if you don’t investigate.”

Hunter growled out, putting much emphasis on each word especially the last. Zane raised his eyebrow and took a step forward but a huge bundle of glowing yellow light blasted from Hunter’s right hand, almost hitting Zane right in the face had he not cast a protective barrier around him. “Interesting, indeed,” he smiles. “Sorry but you’re not the first man to confess to me. You should know I only like girls,” Hunter smirked and I knew he was teasing him. I rolled my eyes. Is he seriously making a joke at a time like this? I sighed and shook my head before looking back at Zane who is now staring directly at me.

He laughed. “It shoots blessed wooden stakes. It will work just fine.” “You’re a hunter?” he hissed, backing away. “What gave me away?” I smirked, not moving the gun. “What do you want? And what happened to you?” “Your guards put up a hell of a fight.” I smiled, “My employer wants back what you stole.” “I stole nothing, who is your employer?” he asked, annoyed. “The order has sent me on behalf of Alpha Rawlins, you have taken something important from his pack, and he wants it back.” I explained.

Nevertheless, terror fills the hunter's eyes, and they knew that even though they were six, they can’t defeat him. Hendrix started to attack them, and they tried to fight. I wanted to help Hendrix but like what I’ve said, I’m useless. Hendrix already took down the three of them, I’m sure they were dead as their chest have been ripped out. But I don’t feel any guilt about it, they were the ones who trespassed on our territory. My eyes suddenly widened when one of the hunters took the gun to the floor. “Hendrix look out!” I exclaimed, but it seemed too late. A bullet was already making its way to Hendrix's shoulder. And was soon followed by two more shots that hit his leg and stomach, making h

"Xiaofan?" Among the hunters in the distance, someone shouted in surprise. All the hunters got excited. While they were feeling the most desperate, the martial arts legends of their tribe came back. Everyone cheered, and the horror and anger in their hearts disappeared at this moment. Every hunter believed that when this person came back, all the disasters and pain would come to an end. The young man smiled friendly at the hunters. The next moment, when he looked back at the bald man who was crawling on the ground like a worm, his smile suddenly froze as he asked word by word, "Didn't you want to kill me with one finger?"

Pulling down the mask he gave a nasty smirk showing a bit of his yellowish teeth. "Gotcha." If even an hour ago someone told me that I would die in the middle of a jungle by bullet's from thugs and not by bears or dehydration I would've sent them back to the asylum they fled from, but now I was witnessing such questionable reality. Just as I thought this was the end of us, Hunter took out a gun from his back and shot the guy at his hand, the gun flying off somewhere in the bushes.

Hunter has seen what he had always wanted to see, a werewolf and now he is going to die. "Run". That was all Hunter could think of. He ran as never before with the mighty dog following behind him. Hunter kept running for his life as he was pursued relentlessly by a huge dog. Hunter came to a halt when an arrow was fired his way, he didn't see who fired the arrow but it gave him a note when he caught the arrow. An arrow was also fired at Damian's leg, he bellowed as he crunched his feet. He transformed back into a human and jabbed the arrow out of his leg. To the arrow was a note just like the hunter's own. They both stopped to open the letter, Damian for a second forgot he was chasing Hunter

“What do you mean no leaving the room? No talking back? And I have to kneel when you say so too?” He scoffed in disbelief. “Who the fuck do you think you are to come up with all this? You can not just decide that my life belongs to you when I never asked you for any of this.” He drew in a sharp breath. “I never asked to be hunted. I never asked to be bought bought you! Or rescued like you think you did!” I turned around. He was still talking. The words he was forming tumbled out of his mouth between broken breaths as the tears that ran down both sides of his face just dripped off his chin and onto his shirt—the same shirt I had set out and left for him that morning.

she breathed nervously, giving the signal that they could take off. Hunter took another shortcut through the woods his big form brushing through the tree branches as they passed by some guards and warriors who patrolled through the night for pack safety. Audrey had to duck a few times, although that didn’t bother her, she felt like she was in a foreign world she couldn’t believe that this was the same person she had professed her hate for just a few hours ago, and she definitely didn’t know what had gotten into her to want to calm his raging fit like that.