Hunter Age Novels & Stories

> You're so old was what he wanted to say. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Yes. Yes. I know. Gunner was big surprise. I had him when I was fifty six, would you believe?" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Wow." That would put her in her eighties, Khyle realized. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Yes. He is gift from God." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Khyle blinked. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

It wasn't a question. Nodding, Tine smiled and reminded her of his statement from this morning in their bedroom. Mira felt her eyes grow large as she looked at her parents, grandmother and great grandfather, Raptor. A man that didn't look a day over 40. But yet at the reading, it was revealed that he was over 500 years old and that his bloodline was the oldest in the Clutch. The reason wasn't quite clear, but she knew that Tine would tell her.

Hunter's gaze swept through the old house, his words spoken with an unsettling calmness. "Mother, where is Lena?" The old lady continued, "That day, I was planning to take her to the church to cleanse her, but we were stopped by a group of people on the way. They were looking for her and they had guns. I passed out and only woke up yesterday. I don't know anything else." Hunter started coughing, his eyes slightly red, and said to James beside him, "Go check." James nodded. The old lady took a deep breath. "Hunter, if Lena is really dead, you can start preparing for Paige's wedding."

His mum died when he was just 5 years old and it was hard for him to cope with the 4 extra women he had to call mum. Currently his dad was with his 5th 25 year old wife who was just a few years older than him. They recently went on a cruise holiday overseas and she didn't stop posting pictures online, or so he said, social media never interested me a bit. A good book was all I needed for a beautiful day. Just like Clara, there was something special about Hunter, but so far I haven't been able to discover what that was. All I needed to know for now was that he was a trustworthy friend that I could always rely on.

he grunted, taking a swig of his beer. "We're looking for information about Hunter Grey," Aiden said, his voice low and tense. The old man's eyes narrowed. "I don't know anything about that." "Come on, we know you've been hunting werewolves for years," Aiden said, leaning closer. "Surely you must have heard something." The old man sighed and set down his beer. "Fine," he said. "But you're not going to like what I have to say."

They were like specially trained assassins and even supernaturals with all their abilities find it out to shake them off. That's who my family were, the Holmes. My father was a hunter, his father was a hunter then my great grand mother was a hunter and it went on like that, as far back as centuries. It was a mantle that has always been passed from generations to generations and it was my turn now. My name is Edna Holmes, the latest hunter from the Holmes family. I hunt wolves and vampires for a living. My reason? Mine was a little different from the others who fought to protect.

Without of that idea you gave us we will not have an idea about your wife's age, Hannah motivated the old man. I'm sorry, it feels like a bit memory of mine was lost because of what happened years ago. If the zombies didn't invade our town. Maybe, every year we are celebrating our birthdays together, Emerson uttered in a sad tone. Hey dad! You're still genius than me even if you lost a little of your memory that is because of your age now, he said to his dad and they laughed in a soft voice so the zombies will not hear them talking to one another. Let's add my age with my mom's age when she gave birth to me, said Andre.

I trailed off appreciatively. He rolled his eyes and ungracefully threw himself on the sofa. "I know, I saw that today and ask my secretary to buy them while I went and deal with perverted old men." "Pfft. Yeah right, you're the most perverted old man I know." I laughed and sat on the sofa next to him, lifting his leg and putting it on my lap. He bounced his feet on my thighs and yelled, "I'm only twenty-four!" I rolled my eyes and locked his feet with my arms, hugging them to my thighs so no more damage could be done. "Yeah well, I'm seventeen. So you're an old man for me."

She panted. “It could have killed you.” Chase felt like shaking her. “It wasn’t that big.” She shrugged. “Dinner.” Chase regarded the dead animal with veiled disgust. It has been years since his father took them hunting. His late grandfather had a farm in Pennsylvania. He could still see the old man teaching Raven and himself how to skin and gut a rabbit without a knife. He was nine years old and Raven six.

Hunter counters, standing up while slamming his hands on the table. Hunter thinks of himself above others because his whole family is from here. His father and his father's father, going back ten generations, sat at the right hand of every alpha. None of them dared ever challenge us because the goddess herself blessed them with brains but not any brawn. In fact, their wolves are the smallest of our kind.