Novel & Cerita Hunter Hunter Memes

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.

He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down. And then there was Aaron. He was the same height as Big Jim but looked like a rake beside him, which was crazy. Aaron was broad shouldered, almost three times me across and well defined, though you could never tell just how much until he had his shirt off. His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder.

He mockingly stated – causing the members of the Moon Howlers Pack to clench their jaws. They were infuriated because of the way he insultingly said those words. It didn’t add up that he thinks of this like a simple situation – and not just a matter of life and death. This was just so ruthless. Well, that wasn’t surprising anymore, anyway. Samael Morfran is a representation of all the evilness that once could get. “Shut the hell up!” Hunter uttered – his voice was laced with dripping anger as he said those words with emphasis.

With a mixture of apprehension and determination, he stepped out from the shadows, revealing his imposing figure. The hunters recoiled in surprise, their faces contorted with fear and shock. Marcus' presence alone was enough to unsettle them, but he remained calm, his voice resonating through the night air. "Why do you seek to harm those who have done you no wrong? What is it that drives your hatred?" One of the hunters, a burly man with a scarred face, stepped forward, his voice dripping with disdain. "Werewolves are monsters! Abominations that must be eradicated from this land. We're merely doing our duty, protecting innocent people from the likes of you."

386 There was a buzz on the internet after Hunter's message for Zara went viral. Videos circulated in numbers, the users both pitying and supporting him. There were tweets about him and he was trending number one on almost all social media platforms. Crazy page admins made AI videos of Hunter wearing armor, sword in hand and a lust for revenge in his dark eyes. Some even made Zara look like a witch sitting on her flying broom, and dueling with him in a stormy evening under heavy rain. The end of the videos were satisfying with Zara exploding in pieces after Hunter's strike. It was crazy.

I never thought a girl would have this much power over me but even after kissing her I know I am goner for the rest of my life. “Okay let’s forget about what she said for right now. Answer me this, what did you do today to piss her off?” ‘You breathed’ Hunter jokes. Ha-ha very funny Hunter, you will be lucky if I don’t feed you dog food the next time you come out. ‘Whatever goes in my mouth ends up in your stomach later.’ My wolf is just ridiculous.

He snapped. "Where I am doesn't matter right now. Listen, Hunter, You are all over the f*cking internet, Man!" Damon replied. Hunter ended the call immediately, and leaned his back against the wall. His heart raced. "What did you do to me?" The woman in the room asked, as she broke into tears, sobbing. Hunter stood butt naked, paying no attention to her as he browsed through his phone, holding his breath. If this turned out to be one of Damon's numerous lame jokes, he was more than ready to tear him apart. Hunter's eyes almost popped out of their sockets when he saw that there was a hashtag of his name online.

I breathed hard, dragging my body up as I crawled forward on all fours like a fucking dog. I didn't stop, didn't even look back, not even when the air around me stiffened. Not even when the animals went quiet and the trees froze as though they had held their breath. Because deep down, I already knew what this meant. Growing up, I heard stories, rumours by the other slaves about the Hunter's Territory. No one dared to cross last this line, not even Alpha's or Betas and especially, not Omegas like myself. This land belonged to someone or something more deadly and mysterious.

In the continent of Elysium, magic has dried up and monsters have descended. The only way to survive is to participate in a game called "Hide and Seek." Only the winning races receive rewards and a chance to live. The Werewolf Clan drew me—a twenty-two-year-old half-blood werewolf. I was painfully thin, having been locked in a dungeon for the past fifteen years. The live chat scrolling before my eyes was filled with despair: [What the hell? This is our clan’s representative?] [A girl a strong breeze could knock over? Is she even an adult?] [I bet she bursts into tears the second she sees a monster.] [It’s over. We’re so dead. I knew we’d lose this time. Are the werewolves really going to be

I didn’t press closer. “I’ll tell you once… do not ever stay close to him, do not speak to him, do not touch him… do not acknowledge his existence. If you do… I will kill you… I swear,” Hunter warned, my jaw dropping at the intensity. I felt a chill run down my spine… and my stupid cock jumped… shit… was this really getting me hard? He shoved Jeremy off. His twin only laughed like a fucking maniac… I’d seen Hunter do it before. They really did have that in their genes… psychotic tendencies.