Gus X Hunter Novels & Stories

says Hunter in a gentle voice. “Tristan.”

he added, "do guys like it?" I swallowed hard. "I um... I don't know" I said honestly, "I've never showed anybody". Hunter looked at me with curious eyes. I waited for him to burst out laughing at the fact that I was a virgin, but he shrugged again. “I think girls like a bit of bush" he nodded, and turned his back to reveal the most amazing ass I'd ever seen. "Thanks man". I bit down on my fist to stop myself from moaning. I was quite sure that I'd never met anybody as fucking perfect as Hunter in my life, but I had no idea just how close we were going to get over the next few years.

I could sense the tension in the room, but Hunter appeared calm and composed. Hunter is a very handsome man with a tall and masculine build, blue eyes, and jet-black hair. He is a piece of art in himself, and I don't blame the girls who find him attractive enough to fight over him. But despite his good looks, Hunter is a very loyal and trustworthy person. He has always believed in the mate bond and is always against male wolves who mess around in our pack. So, I don't believe he could mess around with Melissa.

does that mean that he is Hunter's uncle? That's if George Walker is really Marcus Grayman's brother like Grayman had said on his last few minutes on Earth. Hunter quickly snapped out of it and went on G****e. With his hands trembling and having to constantly press backspace on his typos, he G****ed: What happened to George Walker? He discovered that G****e had 12 pages of results. Fifteen minutes of opening and closing websites, reading, and skimming articles and watching reporters of different news programs; he got his answer.

"Hunter." Closing the door quietly, I rest against the wall until my heart stops beating so rapidly it feels like it might explode. That isn't Debrassy. And that sure the hell wasn't Miss Bluebird. That was Addison Archer Stone. And Debrassy was right. Hunter Grant isn't dead. Which means.... "He's BLACKEAGLE," I whisper, grinning. I wonder what he'd pay for me to keep his little secret.

Sold them off like a piece of merchandise. Anya, Stella and Amy had been star witnesses in his trial. Now her friends had been relocated, Virgil was in a federal prison, and she and Gus were building a life together. Something she never could have imagined in her wildest dreams. Gus slipped an arm beneath her and pulled her toward him. She loved the feel of his body against hers, hard muscles beneath smooth skin. And he always smelled so good—that delicious combination of soap, outdoors and male that was distinctively Gus. Pressing her nose against his shoulder she inhaled deeply, taking his scent inside her.

She was just as inexperienced as the common folk. “Obviously Gus is going to win.” Yuki answered. “How so?” “Just look at them. Illya is a good swordsman but knights tend to lack experience compared to a Hunter. Gus, on the other hand, is a mid tier Hunter. He’s faced many types of monster, I’m sure and has adapted to many strategies as well. In fact, he’s actually just toying with Illya right now. When she attacks his clearly armoured self, Gus just lets her. He only blocks when Illya is targeting his joints and unarmoured areas.”

"Who's the 'someone' that you are talking about?" Kasper looks at her for a couple of minutes. The guardian saw the different emotions in his dark red eyes. For the first time in his life, he was feeling anxious, he thinks that he doesn't know himself and could not control some of his actions since he meet her. "It's... It is the werewolf hunter. I think that she is my mate," Kasper responded in a low tone. The guardian was stunned because of what she heard. "What should I do guardian Kitsune?"

As I was trying to come up with a plan for taking down the last hunter on watch without being detected something came crashing out the window. It was one of the two hunters that were searching inside. The one I had just been planning on killing checked his friends pulse before cursing and jumping through the now shattered window. It seemed they found Mom and she was pissed. I could hear her wolf losing her shit. I jumped in just in time. My mom had her claws digging into the chest of the other hunter that had been searching the house. However she was not moving or completing the kill. The hunter who just came in from outside was holding a crying two month old Richard and in his other hand he

But it wasn’t the monster that had my heart stopping in my chest. It was his eyes. “Ronan,” I breathed, barely recognizing the sound of my own voice. The wolf didn’t hesitate. He lunged, his claws slicing through the air as he slammed one of the hunters into the door with a sickening crack. The man crumpled, his body limp, his gun clattering to the floor. “What the fuck is that?” another hunter yelled, his voice cracking with fear as he aimed his weapon at Ronan. Before he could fire, Ronan was on him, pinning him to the wall. The man slumped, lifeless, as Ronan turned to me, his blue eyes blazing.