Hunter Hunter Island Novels & Stories

She had made up her mind and I get it, but I can’t accept it. “You have twenty minutes to get to the pick up point,” Hunter says. He is with her on this. “Where’s that?” “Niki,” I call her again. Hunter sighs. “Lover’s island cemetery. It’s a plain with no place to hide. We will be spotted miles away if we try to follow you.” “One more reason why we should think about this. I can’t let you go like this.” “They need me for something. Get Nick back and to safely, then find me,” she instructs before planting a kiss on my lips.

I had only seen Mildred and Garren shift, so this was new. Hunter wasn’t nearly as big as Garren, but he was bigger than Mildred. His scales looked rougher, and he had spikes lining his back along his spine. His talons were longer than the others, and his wings looked like they were tipped with ice shards. “Hunter is the last of his kind,” Mildred said low enough for only me to hear. “He’s beautiful. He looks like he is covered in pieces of ice.” I said in awe. She let out a laugh.

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. Just then, a man slips out of one of the vehicles, approaches Hunter, and shoots him in the chest and head. Mal and I cry out when we see Hunter’s body collapse lifelessly onto the ground. “Oh, God, Hunter! No, Hunter!” Mal cries out as she rises from her hiding place and makes to run. Taking her by the forearm, I pull her away. “No, Mal, they’ll kill you too.” Mal’s chest heaves with sobs as she watches the men take Hunter’s body and toss it into the river like garbage.

My fingers curl around the railings, feeling the cold metal hit my hand sending shiver down my spine. "Wow! "I muttered as I watch the beautiful view in front of me. It looks like an island. So hunter built his house in an island. Gosh, how rich is he really ? Cos I know to be able to building a fucking mansion in an island isn't a joke. I smile closing my eyes as the wind blow my hair. I giggles as it hit my body giving me goosebumps. That stop when Hunter's voice say behind me. "What are you doing here? "

Anna Harris Hunter is a mafia! He isn't just in it, he runs one of the most infamous mafia organization. He told me about it so calmly like it was a piece article on environmental issues in a newspaper. I had spent the whole afternoon and most of the evening thinking about the shit that have been running around me. My Dad, my ex-boyfriend and Hunter, they're all a part of this swamp, a nightmarish thought for me.

If I can locate the hunters, it’ll help Gunner and the others. I took deep breaths and relaxed my body, letting myself melt into the chair. Although the night air was cooling down, the light from the moon was keeping my skin warm. The hunters, where are the hunters? I tried to concentrate and picture them in my mind. The moonlight danced across my skin like lightning. I inhaled deeply and felt my body lift off into the air. The next thing I knew, I was high in the sky, looking down at a winding road. I could see six big black identical trucks, driving one behind the other. Where are the hunters? I quickly flew closer to the ground, the sky flashed past me like I was in fast forward. I came t

I felt it cracking behind me, and I hope Nowra is safe as she runs to the other side of the beach. Before the hunter fires another round, I run towards the next stone, then the next tree, until he flattens the surroundings. I face the human. There is a snicker on his face. He’s enjoying this faux hunting, just like how the island park owner wants it to be. I can’t kill him, because that will just place all the attention on me on the next hunt. All we have to do is to run and wait for the dark to come. Besides, this will only last for three hours.

[Vanessa] Hunter moves through the crowd with the practiced skill of someone who has been in combat zones–he sees a target and he approaches it with speed and stealth. He is no longer seems to care that much about our mission, or about whether or not Cherry is waiting in the back in a maid’s uniform–he has one thing on his mind, and it isn’t espionage.

He spread his arms wide, a bitter laugh escaping him. "What else am I still missing, huh?" “That two of Eamon's men are currently within the pack territory?” I downed the rest of my whiskey in one smooth motion. Hunter's eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he groaned, tipping his head back and downing his drink in one swift motion. The empty glass landed on the piano with a dull thud. "You good now?" I asked, arching an eyebrow. Hunter exhaled sharply, rolling his shoulders. “Better,” he muttered, turning to face me fully. “What’s the plan?”

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