Hunter Hunter Ending Song Novels & Stories

IN THE BEGINNING May 21st, 2010 It was around five thirty in the evening when he reached the diner, the clouds clustered in a blur dark grey, the rain bounced off the windscreen as the whipers swished side to side in an attempt to see clearly. He switched the engine off, stepping out of the large black pickup truck. Authority radiated from his tall, muscular frame, his slicked his dirty blonde hair back as the rain soaked it. His hazel eyes held a hint of anger, a human had come into his diner and held a gun to one of his sixteen year old waitresses. The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner.

As I was trying to come up with a plan for taking down the last hunter on watch without being detected something came crashing out the window. It was one of the two hunters that were searching inside. The one I had just been planning on killing checked his friends pulse before cursing and jumping through the now shattered window. It seemed they found Mom and she was pissed. I could hear her wolf losing her shit. I jumped in just in time. My mom had her claws digging into the chest of the other hunter that had been searching the house. However she was not moving or completing the kill. The hunter who just came in from outside was holding a crying two month old Richard and in his other hand he

At some point, it’s going to become obvious that I don’t know where any Moon Caster covens are. Whatever. When that day comes, Lyra and I will go our separate ways. I’ve already gotten what I wanted from her. She’s let me out of that cage. I’ll stick with her as long as I can because she actually is a decent hunter, and it’s always smarter to be with someone than to be alone. But when she realizes I can’t help her, that’ll be the end of our little temporary alignment. And that will be fine. Except that, as she kneels beside the deer, I kind of can’t help noticing how hot she is.

He continued, “you'll never have children nor a partner to love you. When I kill you tonight, they'll only find you after a few days, cause that's when your neighbour's will start smelling your corpse. But before that, you'll lie here in your own blood and urine, waiting to be the next highlight on the news.” “And you know what's the worst part?” Hunter added. “The worst part of all this is that you keep going on about how you're born again and changed your ways and waiting for Jesus to come but you haven't shed a single tear. How nice is that, huh? You're so sorry and regret your old days but can't shed a single tear. You're a natural Wendy Jackson. You deserve to die.” He got up and roughl

With the little sounds I could hear, there was a battle of bullet exchange not too far from us. I couldn’t stand for long on my two feet and Hunter noticed as he gripped me against his chest and began yelling. “ HELP! SHIT… HELP!!!” Slowly I was losing consciousness as I fought to stay awake. Before everything became black the last thing I heard was. “ Iris please don’t leave me” Or …. I’m not so sure. So I guess that’s how it ends?

“Please entertain me and tell me what it is.” “I, Hunter King, will be the one that is blowing your fucking brains out. Now, I thought that we were going to play nice.” Then, with absolute slow motion, there is the unified sound of what can be more than twenty, maybe more, but there is the click of a trigger that echoes through to every crack and crevice, to every corner.

Hunter is holding East's back neck shirt. East's head is down. "East..." He raise his head, looking at me. I let out a sob seeing him in that state. Helpless and at Hunter's mercy. "Say goodbye baby girl" Hunter said making me look at him. He smirked at me as he placed his gun towards East's ear. "No please....." Bang! I froze. East's body fell to the ground. "Ahhhhh!!!!!!!" I can't even hear my scream. "East!!!!!!"

Susanna was about to retort angrily until Logan caught sight of the remaining time, bewitched in the sky. “Fuck!” He roared as he quickly bit down on her neck with two seconds to spare. He grabbed her as she fell. “Another time then,” he said as he held her in his arms, at last, a quick kiss to her head was all he allowed himself. A loud explosion was heard across the playing field, fireworks erupted in the sky as the Hunt came to an end. “Fuck me,” Seth whispered. “Not for a good, long while apparently,” Nate retorted.

**Kelly Thompson's POV** The new song isn't a song-it's a *snare*. The note lingers, a silver thread in the air that hums with Eden's timbre, Eden's pain. I follow it, the static in my veins pulsing like a compass needle. The Hunter trails behind, his breath uneven, his crow-feather coat singed and bloody. "This is a trap," he growls. "The Silence doesn't *sing*." "Neither do ghosts," I say, but I quicken my pace anyway.

Nothing felt like enough. “Silas,” I whispered, pressing my hands to his chest. His breathing was shallow, his body too still. The scent of silver mixed with blood was suffocating. The hunters were getting closer. I could see their shadows through the gaps in the trees, hear their low voices cutting through the air. I squeezed my eyes shut, muttering a prayer to anyone who might be listening. A shift in the wind made my breath catch. A familiar voice rang through the air. “Let’s wrap this up! We’ve got enough!”