Hunter Hunter Island Novels & Stories

He is standing with his back turned against me, his eyes trained on the other person. I focus on him instead. He looks stunned, his eyes widened, and his lips parted. “That is impossible,” he mutters, shaking his head. “That veil hasn’t been breached in years. Who could have…” “Only one breed,” he drawls. “Hunters.” “Shit!” I didn’t think they were going to figure it out so fast. My breath hitches in my throat when he angles his head a fraction, when everything suddenly stops, as if he can sense me.

Hunter patted his chest and said. Sydney raised her eyebrows. "Do you mean that you will help me record it?" "Yeah. I've returned to Port City. I'll reach the identification facility in about half an hour with Howard and his wife. I believe there must be an excellent show to watch." Hunter said with a smile. But the wickedness in his tone was undisguised. Sydney raised her lips. "Great! Then I'll wait and see." "Don't worry. I’m sure that you'll be satisfied. Well, I'll talk to you when I arrive. Bye."

Photos of him and Cassie being disgustingly happy still make my chest ache. You wouldn’t blame me for that, you know? Hunter was the golden prize. Tall, masculine, charming, with those warm hazel eyes and lips that knew exactly how to ruin a girl. So, forgive me when I say I’ve come to the conclusion that I may never fully get over him. Ellis leads me toward the makeshift bar in the corner where three guys stand. “Yo, guys!” My eyes scan around as we head towards them. I can already picture my parents walking in and losing their minds.

“If you really want to know what I think, we should work twice as hard next harvest, to reward Hunter for making that sacrifice for us. Now we will have the support of the tigers to keep the borders secure and there will be much fewer attacks on our territory. This is the time for us to make the pack stronger than ever, so that this woman knows that our Alpha has over a hundred wolves willing to fight for him if he needs it.” “Hunter clearly doesn’t need anyone to defend him. The only thing that concerns me is his peace of mind. He values ​​tranquility so much and now this girl will probably do everything she can to torment him, when she realizes that he will never touch her or do her biddin

My father runs towards me holding his shotgun with silver bullets. "Mister Bannister! Hear me out! We did not come here to fight, we are from the Southlands!" "Dad! Don't go near the gates let me handle this." I remained calm as I take my small gun strap around my leg. They have their eyes blazing with anger as they look at us and the people in our farm shook in fear and some are already fainted. "What do you want? I am Isabella Bannister the new leader of the hunters. State your reason for coming here before we put silver bullets against your skull!"

The Vice Admiral thought the case tied into Hunter’s earlier work involving the Iron Maiden and a band of pirates. Months ago, Hunter had been sent undercover to an island suspected of being the pirates’ lair. It turned out to be much more than that. The island, dubbed “Death Island,” was actually a ruthless training ground for assassins known as Shadows. These weren’t just any assassins—they were elite martial artists. Hunter had unearthed their connection to the Iron Maiden back then, but now it seemed there was more to the story. The photos Vice Admiral shared in the meeting showed the victims’ wrists, each marked with Grim Reaper tattoos—a clear signature of the Shadows. Vice Admiral had

For her and her Kingdome she had to kill. A drop of water dropped at her hands and it started raining washing away all the stains of blood from her face. Just then she heard a loud cry. “Ahhhhhhh.” Shama felt as if she knew the voice. It seemed like Ansh’s voice. Shama’s eyes went wide at the realisation. It’s been too much time since they were trapped in this room. The owner of haunted house was also with the assassins. “ANSH” Shama shouted as she heard his voice.

And without asking, I know this must have to do with what happened all those years ago when Chase and Blade managed to attack Damian and Haley in their own home. "Right this way." The guard gestures as he heads to the door at the end of the corridor. I hear Hunter hiss from the pain of the tracker being zapped inside him, making me smile. I know I shouldn't laugh, but it's hard not to, considering the kind of man Hunter is. While he's not my enemy, I wouldn't necessarily consider him to be my friend either. Rather more of an amicable relationship because of who he's dating. Hunter looks in my direction, hearing me chuckle, sending me an annoyed stare but otherwise ignoring me. We follow the

Everyone should have stopped it, but when they saw the expression on Hunter's face, they all lowered their heads and immediately revealed the location of the largest fishing boat. Westermarsh had not fully developed yet, and even the largest fishing boat could not compare to the steamships used by Westfell for river cruising. In such heavy rain weather, umbrellas were useless. As soon as the two of them stepped out, their whole bodies got soaked. The leaders were scared and about to follow, but they heard Hunter say something. "After the rain stopped, come to the island to pick us up." The leaders were all shocked, is this person really going to the island?

"Who're you?" "The Hunter," he responds as he tears the downside of her shirt to gain better view of the injury. "No. I mean...why're you killing your friends?" Sophia mutters. "Oh this guys? They're not my friends. They're bandits. I'm ex marine," The Hunter pulls out a white piece of cloth from the bag and puts it on the wound to maintain pressure. "I decided to live in a village after retirement and found out that different groups of bandits haunted the village. I got sick of it and decided to hunt them all down."