Hunter Hunter Ed 2 Novels & Stories

Her eyes scan the ground to where the baseball bat lies between the two of them. "Oh, I don't need a weapon. Rather, I enjoy getting my hands dirty." Hunter declares, flexing his arm as he cracks his knuckles, making the tattoo of the scythe or a Grimm Reaper's blade twist on his arm in a menacing manner. The woman takes one look at the tattoo before gulping. Hunter takes a challenging step towards her, forcing her to take a step backward. The woman stumbles once more, petrified, as tears begin to slip from her eyes.

And that was the end of my fucking patience. With a single slice of my wolf claws over his chest, he was gone. Leaving me to frown at his lifeless body. “Too damn easy…” Torac was beside me, also glaring at the mess. “He’s done. We managed to retrieve a shitload of wolfsbane from his undercover junk store, which we’ve discarded and after hacking his system, we’ve realized more undercover spots. Soon, we will be bringing in more hunters. Also, he has a son, Edward. We are on the lookout for him as well.”

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

I watched for a moment before walking toward my door. As I was shutting it, I heard Elena whisper, “Go get your man, Auntie.” I shook my head. That girl was a disaster walking, and I absolutely adored the organized chaos that was Elena. I quietly crept down the stairs before slipping out the back door and into the forest. I stopped beneath his tree, looking up, scanning the tree for him but not finding him. “I know you’re here, ‘Sprey. I can feel you.” He sighed as he swung himself down out of the tree. “Hey, Scarlett. I was just leaving. I was hunting a squirrel. They’re fast and good to hunt to keep myself fresh and-”

Twenty feet away Noah's already on a knee, bow up before the dirt's even settled, because staying down isn't in him, and he puts a silver bolt into the thing's wrist joint at a range where he does not miss. He doesn't miss. It doesn't matter. The bolt hits bone and skips off into the dark like he shot a highway overpass. The skull drops through the canopy to look at what tickled it, close now, filling the space between the trees, and Noah, my hunter, my brilliant lunatic, is already reloading. "NOAH, MOVE!" The hand sweeps. He makes it half a step. The edge of one finger catches him mid-dive. Just the edge. Just a clip.

Damned! A sudden burst of anger made me slam my hand on the table. The loud noise made Serena even more scared. Her body trembled. I yelled, "Get out!" "Yes... yes..." Serena immediately rushed out and closed the door. Maybe Ryan also knew I was mad, so he didn't dare to moan. I opened the file cabinet, searching for the file about the hunters. Humans and werewolves are constantly quietly gathering information from each other. To obtain useful information, each side has to pay a hefty price.

Still confused about what he is saying because my dad has never discussed this with me before he died. “ I told your dad to discuss it with you but he always tells me it isn't time for you to know. Now he is gone you have to know your lineage. Like I said you are from the generation of hunters. Your lineage has always been the leaders of the Hunter's. Now your dad is dead, you are to take over from him. The mantle has been passed to you. Hunters are the ones who hunt werewolves.” I sobbed as tears trickled down my eyes. I couldn't hold it

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

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.

Edgar winced before he sent a glare. "Edgar! Edgar! Edgar! I beat your high score!" Hunter shouted, running towards their side. He showed him a screenshot of yesterday's game on his cellphone. As if he's the most amazing man on Earth, Hunter stood proudly, making a check sign using his fingers under his chin. If only he had the ability to grow his nose long like Pinocchio, it'll be perfect. "Woah! How did you beat it? You're amazing," Edgar complimented. He patted Hunter’s head like he's a kitten who deserves praise from his master.