Hunter Hunter Ending Song Novels & Stories

"And the women and children are already packed in. It's just us and the warriors." "Good. Have you told the warriors to vacate home?. Anything can happen." I mumbled. She shakes her head, "Everything is set now. We are ready to fight." I nodded.. "We ain't supposed to kill anyone except the vampires and hunters. At Least I've saved the kitunes, and there are more to save. Tonight we end the war amicably." ~ "Today marks the last day of the war, it is either life or death, or we might never see each other again. Guys I want you all to come back alive, remember we're doing this for our clan, our families and for us."

Maybe it was a cry. “Moon Goddess… ancestors… help me… please…” Nothing happened. The Hunter stood tall again. His shadow covered me as he raised his hand for the final blow. “Goodbye, little wolf.” His hand came down fast. I felt it. The pain. The flash. And then… darkness. The last thing I heard was his laughter, echoing in my head. Then everything went silent.

My breath latched in my throat as I tried to speak. “What is your decision?” I asked. My voice did not sound like my own. “This has not been easy for me, Callie. For us. You have made it incredibly difficult.” I stood on shaking legs. There was a softness to him beneath the hard shell that forced his mouth into a downward tilt. It spilled out rarely, but it was there. “I am sorry for what I have done,” I said. “But I do not regret it, nor do I wish to take it back. The hunters are alive – because of Cyrus. Would you wish another fate to have befallen them?”

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

Aleah pleaded, her voice shaking as she looked up at him. "And who do you think I am? What do you think I’ve become? Can you answer that?" Hunter asked coldly, his tone cutting through the tension like a blade. "Please, Zen," Aleah begged, tears streaming down her face. "This is what happens when you stick your nose where it doesn’t belong," Hunter said coldly. He added, "Make sure to have a little chat with Him when you get to heaven." Tilting her head gently against his arm, he pressed the gun firmly against her temple. A loud gunshot echoed through the house.

I pulled his hands away from me, as I stepped forward. "W-what's going on? Who are you?" It took me a moment to notice the pistol dancing in her fingers ever so carelessly. I instinctively step back but then, she aims it at me. "Move another muscle and your parents will be burying you!" The entire compound was silent, the only sound that could be heard was that of clicking camera shots from the reporters still behind me. "You stole him. You stole the love of my life!" My eyes grew wide, as I stared at her and then back at my husband.

"Move on three. Don't break contact. If we split, it gets a back to come at." "Wasn't planning on leaving you, Hunter." The words land heavier than I meant them. He goes still against me for half a second. Doesn't answer. Doesn't have to. "Three," he says. We back out of the trees as one thing, slow, his bolt up and my hands ready to stop being hands. The dark comes with us, that weight, that patience, hungry now and getting desperate. The treeline thins. The orange lot-light hits us.

He had gotten pure gold bands. Something simple. I liked it. The priest said a prayer. And it was finally over. There was no kiss. Alessandro took a step closer immediately the priest took a step back from us. My gaze rounded. "What?" I mouthed. He leaned in closer until his lips were faintly brushing against my left ear. The move caused my breath to hitch. That familiar cologne that almost drove me wild two weeks ago overwhelmed me. Heat surged through me. "You're mine." My breathing grew ragged.

Not for a second. The music from the guitar had stopped. The silence was louder than anything else. And the hunters were inside.

The hunters knew that they were getting close. They crept forward, their weapons at the ready, until they caught sight of Tate standing in a clearing, his massive form silhouetted against the moonlit sky. Without hesitation, the hunters opened fire, their silver bullets ripping through the air and striking Tate with deadly force. Tate came to realize at that moment that he had been on a bad path for so long and barely escaped from the hunters. He went back home to his brother, and Marcus gladly allowed him take back his place knowing that he really had changed.