Hunter Hunter Memes Novels & Stories

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.

He asked in a smart-ass tone. The only response he got back from my mates was a low growl. I could not believe my ears and the things I was hearing. I had heard the whispers and conversations about hunters while I was cleaning around the packhouse. They are cold-hearted, ruthless, sadistic, killing monsters that hunt down the supernatural for sport and then brutally torture them for days on end before finally killing them.

I said. “What’s your favorite sport?.” Hunter asked. “I love watching ultimate fighting championship.” Hunter looked surprised but covered it up with a smile. “Wow, you keep getting better.” I blushed when he says that. “Worst memory of your life,” I asked, He looked a bit sad, where did I ask this question?

Uncle gary said in sad mood I wiped my face and stopped crying to understand what my uncle was saying. " Uncle, this is not funny. Werewolves don't exist. So how will they kill my father and even if they exist. What business does my father and werewolves have in common”. “ You are from the generation of Hunter's." I looked at him astonished. A lot was going through my mind “ This is the first time I am hearing of Hunter and now you are telling me I am from the generation of Hunter's. Please can you elaborate?” Still confused about what he is saying because my dad has never discussed this with me before he died.

the hunter yelled at his comrades. I saw some relief on Dad’s face when he realized me and my brother were presumably safe but it was short lived as he still needed to keep Sofia safe. While the hunters had their attention divided between the fight and what their friend told them I climbed to tree I had been hiding behind and pulled out my bow. I quickly lined up my first shot and managed to his the hunter to my dad’s left right through the throat causing the other hunters to panic and look around.

He replied. I smiled, “Smart man. Well it was good to meet you, I am headed to Maine and I have three hours still to drive so I better get going.” I said. “It was good to finally meet you in person, Snow. You are every bit as beautiful as they say, if not more.” Shane replied. “Thank you.” I said and flashed him a million dollar smile while walking out the door. Hunters were connected through a vast network and it wasn’t uncommon to run into each other out and about. Still, it gets me when they know my name and I've never seen them before. In all these years it still surprises me.

They’ll want to check the wreckage to confirm I’m not inside. Keeping low to the ground, I hurried away from the crash as the hunters pulled up, hooting and hollering like the demented Americans they are. Now I don’t mean to say all Americans are demented. But the American hunters are an uncouth sort that takes a weird joy in killing, things being on fire, and vehicles getting into accidents. Whatever the case, their joyful hoots and hollers that I might be dead and arguments about who gets to take credit gave me time to get away. I hurried to the nearest neighborhood to search for a car to take.

“So, tell me, Lee, what exactly would you do to him?” He growled in my head but remained silent. “That’s for me to know, Tasha. Maybe one day he’ll let us show you.” ‘Not likely.’ ‘You don’t know what you’re missing,’ I told him. “Anyways, Lee, do you want to know another secret?” “Sure.” “Do you remember my first hunt with you?” He chuckled. “How could I not? You were so excited I thought you were gonna pee everywhere. Like a little excited chihuahua.”

Both have high pride, especially since they are the leader of the two highest ranks of a pack. The tension was instantly gone when someone enter the house of Kasper. "Are you two fighting?" asked by someone. Kasper and Flint look at her. "We are just discussing something, mom," Kasper said and bowed to her mother. Flint also gives respect to the leader of their village. "What are you discussing?" "About killing the hunter," Flint smirked at what Kasper said. 'Killing her my *ss!' he said to him using their mind link. 'Shut up! I'll explain it to you,' Kasper responds.