Hunter Hunter Memes Novels & Stories

Thinking they sent the hunter into a trap they all turned and smiled at the hunter. "Well aren't you a stupid one. Following four girls into an alley way. You must want to die." The hunter scuffled and smirked. He pulled out a wooden stake and flipped it around in his hand. "I think it is the other way around. You want to die bloodsucker." Kat snickered at him and then pointed at the stake. "You need a reality check, what you still living in the 15th century, upgrade the model dude. Is your dick the same way, needing an upgrade."

I’m back home and I have some Duffs to drown my sorrow, I’m in deep shit, annoyed and worried with my little bunny, if some asshole put his paws on her, I don’t know what I’m capable of doing. Hunter waits for me on the porch, with a lemonade glass, he signs me to sit down and I know that nothing will keep me away from his inquire. This son of a gun should be a cop instead of a fighter. He doesn’t give up while he can’t get the answers he want. Less than five seconds and he shoots the first question, this time he broke his record: “Adam, you may be the alpha in this pack, but you’re still my brother, tell me the truth, what’s going on? Why those guys were trying to kill you?”

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

The vampire that killed Ethan blurted out but his calm expression was broken into one of fear. “You are the vampire that hunts vampires!” This realization forced him to immediately try and retreat but that was not possible because the only thing that left that position was his body, not his head. The difference in their ability was that vast as he had been decapitated before he even realized that he was without a head. “Vampire hunter? That’s vulgar. Please, call me Liam,” The man said to the head in his hand.

She said, trying to remember the vague of memory, “I'm hunting-” “The hell misty!” “My lady should let me finish my words please?” She giggled, kinda amuse. “And what's wrong hunting if it's for the love of my life?” “How can hunting be related to love, Misty?” My mind spun to the idea, given a destructive results if relates the act to love. She shiver, and somehow a thing last night came to her mind. She murmured, “So if ever, I was hunt... for love?” Misty's eyes widened. “Are you being hunt, my lady?”

Maybe he didn't think that my ears were so sensitive. One of the advantages that make me an excellent hunter is that I have perfect ears and eyes that are many times sharper than the average person's. I'm confident that there hasn't been a hunter who can surpass me in that, not even a werewolf. I calmly sat down and continued to weed, pretending not to notice anything. Luckily, I didn't run away.

People become noisy, and quite frankly both of us needed some private space now. "What is wrong with you? Why are you going around the hospital like a lunatic instead to rest in your bed? Are you crazy?" "I wanted to ask Ralph if the persons I hit through that accident are ok or not. I don't need to give you any explanations."And there is the real fucking Hunter. I beat myself now very hard because for one second I believe his stupid "I'm sorry" shit. I can't believe I was crazy enough to believe Hunter is honest.

He said as Emma got down covering the back of her head. Just when Hunter was about to speed down the car. He noticed one of the guys throwing spike strips on the road making Hunter growl. Before any of those guys could reach the car Hunter stepped out. "Don't come out, Mom, and call Draken," Hunter rumbled as he slammed the door shut locking the car. He got on the car's roof in two long strides and aimed his gun at the f*ckers coming his way. Hunter was able to kill a few of them but they were too many.

The furious craze was burning my chest and the only way I believed in this moment would ease it, was to kill as many hunters as I could. I smashed them down to the floor, kicked them hard in their chests, crushing their ribs. As another tried to raise his arrow, I tore it out of his bow and slammed it into him, then quickly removing it, I did the same to others, jabbing it into one chest then into another, watching them all fall at my feet as I made my way through, distinguishing their number.

Ramsy boasted. Delta Ramsy mustered little heed to Higgins' pitiful state as the spat to the soon to-be corpse in his wake. Hunters were members of the resistance, who were mostly humans that had their only goal to be liberating their people and domineering the greater mass of carnivorous beast that desired to usurp any attempts they made to establish a system like theirs or breed enough to try. Higgins' life was dangling on a thin thread, his hands laid across the two ends of the baracade by chains anchored to his wrists and a weakened resolve from that death that just insisted on taking its time before truly drawing the life out of him.