Gus X Hunter Novels & Stories

Finally, with one last desperate attempt to break free, the brute collapsed, lifeless. Hunter stepped off the brute’s back, his breathing heavy but controlled. He kicked the body aside, sending it sprawling to the ground. Then, he turned his gaze to Giovanni’s group. For a moment, Giovanni froze, his smirk fading as he caught sight of Hunter’s face. His eyes had changed—now glowing with a striking golden hue, tinged with emerald, burning with fury. Despite the punishment he had endured earlier, Hunter stood tall, his presence commanding and unbroken.

He said, making me even more dubious. ‘Is it related to us, being hunters?’ ***

The hunters aren't slowing down in their attacks, they keep firing their guns and bows in a rapid speed. I feel like stepping forward to help Xander but I can't, I might be a distraction to him. Soon the hunters ran out of bullets and arrows.. Xander throws those guys away and smirks at Brett. My eyes move to the guys lying on the ground, they are long died and with the amount of hits they took.. they don't look pleasant to the eyes at all. "Is this all you've got?" Xander asked Brett. Brett turn to his men.

"You know what Daisy, I will leave the offer open to you…think of the whole lot of things you can do with twenty billion dollars." Wade Roberto's voice was laced with concern. "I mean…your Dad can be the founder and CEO of the great Hunter's Empire, but imagine the feeling of knowing that you turned a billionaire without Daddy's help." With that said, Wade Roberto dismissed Daisy Hunter. As she left, Wade Roberto crossed his legs on the mahogany and smirked. "Daisy Hunter will come around, I'm certain of it." He whispers to himself. Moments later…. Daisy Hunter is packing her bags to retire home.

The scars my mate made damn sure would never heal, tattooed into each side of my inner thighs. Did the man see those? Humiliation tore at my chest. The sob heaved deep in my throat, but no sound came. I sucked in the pain. Plucked out the noise. I wrapped the towel around my body and pressed another to my damp hair. I opened the door and there the hunter stood, holding clothes out. Women’s clothes. My brow tipped. “My wife’s. My late wife. She died… years ago. She wasn’t nearly as small as you but at least you’ll have something to wear,” he said, avoiding my gaze. I took the clothes from his hand and retreated back to the bathroom.

Izzy laughed quietly at the surprised expression on Ethan’s face. "Nah, not lost, just, uh, misplaced," Ethan replied with a smile. "Misplaced, huh? Sure you didn't lose her?" Kate added with a smirk. "Nope, definitely not lost," Ethan grinned at two of his oldest friends. He was hunting with another male from Ellisvale, Keith. Keith grinned his greeting to Kate and Izzy.

My breath latched in my throat as I tried to speak. “What is your decision?” I asked. My voice did not sound like my own. “This has not been easy for me, Callie. For us. You have made it incredibly difficult.” I stood on shaking legs. There was a softness to him beneath the hard shell that forced his mouth into a downward tilt. It spilled out rarely, but it was there. “I am sorry for what I have done,” I said. “But I do not regret it, nor do I wish to take it back. The hunters are alive – because of Cyrus. Would you wish another fate to have befallen them?”

Her growl echoed through the trees and her eyes glowed brilliant green. As Kathleen thrust the knife down, Emory shifted into full wolf and slipped through her legs. With extraordinary speed, Emory shifted back to Hunter, digging her fangs into Kathleen’s throat as she turned. Kathleen tried to thrust the dagger into her back, but she parried it with one flick of her wrist.

But despite the freakish difference between the two, friendship has been made. Hunter doesn't wear tops, he had a lot of bruises as some other werewolf does. His hair was white, its length is near the shoulder, his haircut is pineapple cut despite the length though, and he was shorter than Jacob. Hunter's eyes were clear black, a little bit wider than human's. His lips curved perfectly. "So what do you want me to do?" Hunter asked after a long listening. "Uhm, is it okay if—"

he straightened up, glaring down at me through the tip of his nose. That very same nose cracked when my knuckles collided with it. He stumbled a step back, palm pressed on his bleeding nose. Hunter, standing two feet away from his cousin, pulled out his gun, cocking it. Klaus’ voice calling his name halted him before he could aim the gun at me. Hunter glanced at his boss, who shook his head. “Let her through,” Klaus said. Kai glared at me as I skirted past him. Hunter flinched when I plucked the pea-size patch from the collar of his leather jacket, his brows creasing. “What the fuck is that?” he asked, his frown deepening.