Hunter Hunter Opening Lyrics Novels & Stories

He leans unto the door as he rested his head comfortably unto it while closing his eyes and drawing a sinister smile upon remembering the deal he just took. “To the one that you long ever since, to the person you ever wanted yet you could never own. That forsaken love, yet not, an unrequited and selfish hope. Can you stay in the just place where you are standing right now if you can have your very desire once you dwell in the dark? 1st gate holder, hunter Kyle?”

But still empty. Hunter began to panic. He pulled the music box from his jacket pocket, opened it, and turned the crank. The song played—soft, slow, heart-wrenching. That tune used to lull Eliana to sleep in Olivia’s arms. Now, her eyes blinked again. Her eyelids fluttered, as if trying to remember something. “Oh God...” Hunter grasped her hand, “Listen... it's the song your mother sang. Listen carefully...” But before Eliana could react any further, footsteps echoed in the hallway.

“Wind’s wrong. They’ll smell us before they see us.” “Then we use it,” I said. “Let them smell victory.” I stepped into the open, coat plastered to my legs, hair dripping into my eyes. My voice carried, low but clear: “Finch! You wanted proof!” The echo came back twisted, warped by the warehouse belly. For a heartbeat, there was only rain on tin. Then the hunters came. They didn’t shout. They moved like a machine with twelve legs, visors glowing faint green, rifles tight to shoulders. The first bullet cracked past my ear and took a chunk of wall behind me.

If we consider someone close to us and that person hide some secret from us, then it hurts a lot. "I'm a hunter; that's why I train this hard to be the best.", I confessed all of a sudden, and he stopped laughing, and he looked at me, wondering if he heard the right thing or if his ears were deceiving him. "Yes, you heard it right, Liam.", I said so that he could stop staring at me like that. “A hunter? So, what’s your job? To fight with a Lion or Tiger? Like Mowgli of Jungle book or lady Tarzan.”, he asked, getting curious. “I hope you’re not into killing things, are you?”

I grabbed the bottle of wine and poured two glasses. "I'll help you dry the dishes." We drank our wine while doing the dishes. "How about some music? Since it's oddly quiet here, I have good taste when it comes to music." "Okay, let's hear your so-called good taste. I hope you won't disappoint me." Hunter took out his phone and played some music. He played a song called "Sleeping Child" by Michael Learns to Rock. A very classic song from the oldies. I cocked a brow at him in amusement.

It was Julian all along. He had no idea what this meant. What this meant for me… for us. The hum that led me out of the tunnels. The sound that lured me to the open clearing. He was always supposed to find me. And even as an experienced hunter, his arrow was always supposed to miss.

Basil drove me home after I had a meeting with a designated investor, and I walked into the house to the sound of Hunter playing ' A New Day' by Celine Dion - that boy must be obsessed with the old lady. " Hush, now, I see the light in the sky, oh, it's almost blinding me. I can't believe I've been touched by an angel with love", he sang and I couldn't help but get fascinated with his voice. Even though I hated him more than chickens, I was still going to be truthful about the fact that he had a nice voice.

The beams hit the floor like holy fire. Fenrak lifted his head. His veins burned gold. One hunter frowned. “What the hell—” Then came the growl. Low. Guttural. Wrong. The lights flickered. Somewhere, faintly, a song began to hum from a broken speaker — The Silent Comedy – Bartholomew. Slow, eerie, like the world itself was holding its breath. Fenrak’s eyes snapped open. They glowed molten gold. The hunters stumbled back as his laugh started — soft at first, then louder, broken, feral.