Gus X Hunter Novels & Stories

That gentle tone of his voice, soft and reverent, was like added fuel to the flame already burning in my chest, stoking the embers of my rage into an inferno. "All that matters is that I'm fine now." The hunter responded, her voice equally as gentle, her gaze soft. A soft smile graced her lips, brightening her face and making her look almost ethereal in the dim light filtering through the trees. "Thank goodness." The man breathed before leaning down to place a kiss on her forehead, his lips lingering there as though savoring the moment. "I thought I was going to be too late." An animalistic sound tore from my throat, raw and primal, and they both turned to me with startled expressions.

As much as I hated to admit it, my girlfriend was a Hunter, and she was capable of much worse than I realised. “Kade,” Gareth said, nodding at a body. I shut my eyes and winced. “Baxter.” “Let’s get out of here. I’ll have someone clean this place up,” Gareth said. He marched out. I clapped my hand on his shoulder before he got far. “She had no choice,” I said firmly. “That may be true, but you know what the Hunter’s nature is like,” he hissed. “Did you see what I saw? That’s more than illegal blows, Kade!”

His eyes looked relaxed, not anything like they were seconds ago when he looked at Collin. “You as well, Invisi-boy,” Callie dramatically bowed back. “Callie!” I shrieked. My face changed ten shades of red before settling in the deepest color of it. “Invisi-boy, huh?” he laughed. “It was that or Ghost Boy,” Callie replied matter-of-factly. “Are you a ghost, by the way?” “No,” Hunter smirked, “I’m an assassin.” “Knew it.” Callie nodded. “An assassin from an alien planet coming to scope out a new world to create a new colony on, right?”

he murmured. "Speak," the Alpha thundered, his voice commanding attention. The messenger spilled the beans of urgency. In the dungeons, the wounded man pleaded for his life, his fear palpable. However, Beta Ruben confronted him with the evidence found in his room, revealing that he was not a mere reporter but a supernatural hunter. “Grayson Hunter…You are not a reporter but…” "I've been following all of you for the past two years," Grayson confessed. His eyes widened, glancing over Ruben's shoulder as a formidable figure entered, the air turning cold.

I'm a hunter but I don't posses what others do, I sigh taking slow strides, I stop to a halt on hearing whispers, I look behind me to check but no one's there, I move a little forward , I see two people talking on hush tones, I strain my eyes to see who it is, naturally my eyes zoom in on them I could see them clearly even from afar, I could recognize one as goofy(Arthur) and the other is a freaking handsome dude, I watch them talk about few things and I see him pull Arthur in for a hug, before placing a peck on his lips

I had only seen Mildred and Garren shift, so this was new. Hunter wasn’t nearly as big as Garren, but he was bigger than Mildred. His scales looked rougher, and he had spikes lining his back along his spine. His talons were longer than the others, and his wings looked like they were tipped with ice shards. “Hunter is the last of his kind,” Mildred said low enough for only me to hear. “He’s beautiful. He looks like he is covered in pieces of ice.” I said in awe. She let out a laugh.

" As he turned his gaze to the lying body, Higgins spoke out against her overreaction. "What's the deal with your stare?" He inquired, seemingly piqued by the tenacity in her imagined grin. "So you're the hunter that Rachel kept telling about. Paul Higgins, the renowned and experienced warrior hunter who became stranded on this continent and incorporated magic into his..." She was led to confess everything she knew about him, at least the scratched surface information that she had been exposed to. "Shut up, little girl." Higgins blurted in a clear-cut manner. As he strutted to the door, he walked over the inquisitor's laying arm, listening for an incoming sound.

This means that I don't have time to waste if I'm not already too late. "Stay with me, Tomás! Come on, Tomás! You need to stay with me. Hunter needs you. Please, don't go!" I yell, more so to myself than to anyone else. I don't waste a second, injecting it directly into his heart. I hear the cocking of a gun, making me turn to see a very pissed-off Hunter glaring at me. "Move and I'll shoot." Hunter hisses. While he may not be medically trained, you don't need to be an expert to know what a dead person sounds like on a heart monitor.

"my family owns this house in the woods, down South where we..... go for training" "Training?" He asked. "Yeah..... you see, my family, the Winters are known for their hunting thing......" I didn't know how to make him understand "we're hunters, Collin." "Yeah," he scoffs "hunters, big deal. People still do that these days, why wouldn't I understand that?" "We hunt werewolves, Collin." He just stairs at me, his face unchanged. I'd expected for him to seem surprised and probably think I'm a freak for saying that but instead he's calm.

RICARDO Rejection is not something that wolves take well, and I hope that Heleni finds it in her heart to forgive Harry. The guy has finally found his mate, I wouldn't want his heart to be torn out of his chest. More questions than answers are arising in this pack. The more we search for answers, the more confusing the whole saga becomes. Gus is dead. Killed by my bare hands. If he was the supposed leader of the gang going up against me, would the rest still come for me? Would they be strong enough?