Hunter Fanart Mga Nobela at Kwento

signs, the fan club had taken over entire sections. Several large, colorful banners stood out prominently: “HARLOW x JONES: ENEMIES TO LOVERS ARC” “KANE + DANICA = CHAOS & CUDDLES” (with a cartoon teddy bear waving a hockey stick) “Protect Her, Captain Soft!” “From Hits to Hearts – Go Harlow-Jones!”

A screenshot of a trending tag: #PLANTGIRL My soul left my body and filed a complaint. “Why,” I croaked. “Why would they call her that.” Sienna looked offended on my behalf, which was almost sweet considering she was still convinced it was me. “Because she hid him behind a plant! People love a theme.” I stared at the screen. Someone had made fan art. Not good fan art, more like a doodle of a girl in a hoodie heroically standing beside a potted palm while Jace hovered in the background like a rescued prince.

The symbol in the middle was also 2 pieces running vertically with a curve at the top on both sides, representing a skull almost. This, encased within the jagged circle, represented The Vampire and The Hunter. What a fitting mark.

I let that sit and can hear him catching up. “Mr. Laine, how can I help you?” “Mr. Craft, Dennis McCathy, how do you know him?” I ask. “He is my nephew. I believe he works for you,” Mr. Craft sounds very confused. “He used the flag from the Sons of Hellfire in game art. I’m sure you can understand my concern,” I say and wait for him.

The cool afternoon breeze swept my curly hair into my face. A group of seniors were playing football nearby. I sat alone, headphones on my ears, staring at the face I had sketched in my sketchbook five years ago. A face I liked to stare at to fuel my anger and hatred for people.

"Can I at least take pictures of them to show?" "Sweetheart, they don't show up in photos," I reminded her, then caught myself as my hand went transparent, nearly dropping the milk through it. "Just like Mom's having some camera issues lately too." That was an understatement. My driver's license photo now looked like someone had tried to photograph the northern lights doing an interpretive dance. The DMV was not amused. A familiar pulse of energy made me look up. Through the kitchen wall (enhanced vision did have some perks), I could see First materializing in the backyard, their form unusually agitated.

The cut was black leather in color with the white stitched patches which included the gang's name itself in full view as it draped along the chair. The emblem of a vicious howling black wolf with white eyes and snarling teeth bordered around a bright white moon with the name HOWLER MC. written in stitch form around the visual. The bearded man glanced at his cut and continued to make his way toward the brightly lit bathroom as the sun had burst through the small window above the shower and illuminated the entire room causing him to wince from the view once he stepped inside while his eyes adjusted to his newly lit surroundings.

A malicious air permeated into the air as he glanced towards the forest, meeting the eye of a feral beast. The man appeared ecstatic then his surprised face went cold as he ordered his men to open the car door. They drove away from there and there flashed before her the life she had been living while she still has no recollection of the past. She was Zane Fangs, the daughter of the Alpha of Dusk Dawn Pack, 21 years old. TBC Maple Writes (Don't forget to leave a comment, share and give me reviews for me to know if there are things that I should improve with and change at the same time. Have a good day. Enjoy reading.)

But she couldn’t explain it away, not when she looked at his mouth from which two teeth were protruding now. No, not teeth. Fangs! Pointy, sharp fangs like those of an animal. Like a Sabertooth tiger. She couldn’t think it, no, because to think it made it real. It couldn’t be real. It didn’t exist. He didn’t exist, not like that.