Hunter Hunter Ed 2 Novels & Stories

Men didn’t bend to scents and spells. A shadow fell over me. One of the hunters had broken through, his sword raised high. His face was smeared with black paint, his teeth bared in a cruel grin. “Got you,” he snarled. I froze. My legs wouldn’t move, my throat locked. All I could see was the glint of steel. But before the blade could fall, another struck it away. Edward. His roar was primal as he drove his sword through the hunter’s chest, blood spraying across the grass. He didn’t look at me, not even once, just turned and cut down another.

Unice quickly nodded as I instructed her. "Ready? I will provide coverage on my mark," I said to her as I prepared my pump action shotgun. "Now!" I softly said as I aimed the shotgun at Edward's location and fired five times until Unice ran. "Ace, where are you shooting? You're squandering your bullets!" Edward laughed as I reloaded my shotgun once more. It's all up to Unice to get to the generator and turn it off. I switch to my hunting rifle and gradually shift my position. Edward is just relentless in using his gun, as evidenced by his use of an Ingram. It's a good thing I have some shortcuts in my mansion that only Unice and I know about.

The hunter was unable to hear Ed and Nate since they were speaking simultaneously. "All right!" He grinned and extended his hands in front of him. "You definitely need assistance leaving there." Ed exhaled deeply in relief, and Nate saw the hunter vanish from view. Had he gone and left them to perish there? "Where is he now?" Nate asked, swiveling his head to try to catch a glimpse of the hunter, but the location was quite deep. It was nearly hard to see what was above. Ed shot back, "Your constant talking probably scared him off. Are you going to hold me accountable for his refusal to help us as well?"

I enunciated, exchanging an affirmative nod with Antler, who was prepared for the counter-attack. “Good luck, you two. If you need backup, ring me a call.” He leaned his back, putting his hands up defensively. I saw my reflection in the hallway mirror, the immaculate frontage was gone. My eyes were wild, rimmed with red, the drug taking its effect. I was the Hunter again, and I was high on the scent of an impending slaughter. High on bloodlust, the violence was my least concern when I attacked Edric’s private base with Antler, who had gone mad without the drugs.

My heart beats wildly in my chest as the sounds of the night reach my overstimulated mind, and my ears pound like a jackhammer. We’re both breathing harshly as we look back into the distance and watch warily as Hunter steps out of the car and shoots at an approaching SUV. Several men step out of the SUV and begin to shoot. Hunter catches one on the leg. You can tell from his awkward steps and the way he’s holding his hand across his bloody chest that he’s not going to last.

He tapped the edge of Ezra's glass with his own, then took a quick gulp of the liquid. "I heard you kidnapped Edward's daughter." "She's just an adopted daughter. And I didn't kidnap her." “So? You borrowed his daughter?” "I fucked her for my pleasure." Ezra grinned and took a quick sip of his drink. “You really want to destroy Edward, huh? I mean you don’t just kill him. But you want to torture him first before you send him to hell.” "Precisely. He must experience painful suffering before being sent to hell. That's why Hunter's death feels odd to me. So far I'm the only enemy who will take action with bombs or guns. But Hunter suddenly deals with the bombs, and it wasn't me who did it."

She gasps with her eyes open looking for the enemy in depression. "Aham," Mr. Hogger applauds himself when he sees The Hunter and his men running towards the scene. "Didn't their parents teach them not to steal someone else's food," he pulls out a minigun, stands up, and puts a cigar in his mouth.

Cowards. It seems that they didn't know who the hunter was, or who she was meant to be. I still had not found concrete evidence that Eden was a hunter. I noticed one of the hunters tried to move closer to Eden and I lost it. With a fierce growl, I lunged forward, my claws slashing through the air. The sound of flesh tearing filled the forest, followed by the screams of the hunter as he fell to the ground, writhing in agony because of his lost arm. I felt the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins, the satisfaction of protecting my mate overwhelming any other emotion. But as I stood there, covered in blood, I couldn't ignore the fear in Eden's eyes.

I kick it as far as I can. No wonder Uncle John could handle these two incompetent fools even if they took him by surprise. My claws slide out, I step closer to the gurgling Brownan and tear his throat out. Turning round I see Hunter's big scared eyes. He knows there is no hope for him. He doesn't put up a fight and seconds later his body lies lifeless on the forest floor. Quickly I wipe my dagger on his clothes and leave the scene. The journey back to campus goes without any delay.

The Hunter and I stand in a void, the chord's last note fading. "Did we win?" he asks. Before I can answer, the note *twists*. A fissure opens, vomiting forth a figure-Eden, whole and unharmed, his scars gone, his eyes clear. "Mom?" he whispers. The static in me goes silent. The Hunter aims his reborn gun. "Don't. It's not him." But Eden smiles, and it's *his* smile-the one from before the crown, before the hunger. The hunger never ends. But neither do we.