Hunter Hunter Opening Lyrics Novels & Stories

“I heard. Luca mind-linked me. What are we going to do?” “Gather the warriors,” I murmur, downing the rest of the drink. “We should go see for ourselves.” “But I don’t get it,” Nyra breathes, shaking her head. “The veil hasn’t been opened in years for a reason. If you are right, if hunters are behind this, it only means that someone betrayed us.” Luca nods, folding his arms across his chest. “We all know the only way hunters would have made it through that veil is if access was granted to them. And…”

I think the universe is out to get me tonight. I took a few calming breaths before I punched in the code and pulled the door open. Hunter breezed past me, and his perfume smell was replaced by something heavy; he had been drinking. He reeked like he was dumped into a bottle of scotch and left to dry. I turned around after locking the door, and I half expected to find him on the couch or somewhere else, but he was standing a few feet from me, and looking intensely at me.

Haven said. “And that subject likes you a lot and believes in you.” He said as he kissed her, and she opened the door and shut it quickly. He waited for her to return as he looked down at the wound he had received. He knew besides the fact of where they had been when he saw that he was in trouble. That was not a gunshot wound though he did know he had a burn graze there as well. He was stabbed through the shoulder and had it dug into. The wound could look like a gunshot if it was a person who had never seen one.

A loud thunderclap awakened me in the middle of the night. I tried to open my eyes even though my eyelids were heavy, and my body ached as if it was about to separate the joints. After struggling for a while, I finally became a little more awake. Since I joined the werewolf hunter organization, this is the first time I've fallen into this predicament. As a hunter, my eyes also have a few advantages over an average human. Like now, even though I'm just in a closed, dark space, it's still enough for me to see everything thanks to the faint light emitted from the round lamp hanging above my head.

I did not see her sparkling blue sky eyes like an ocean where I can drown easily. "I'm sorry sweety, I'm very sorry". It is just the words I can say right now. I wanted to tell more, but I knew she is not in her right state of mind and she was looking at me like she wants to devour me, which was sexy as fuck. "Calm down Hunter, she had enough anyways with idiots, I don't need to be one as well." "Hunter....please..." I hear her squicky voice and I felt like I'm melting down.

Unconsciously I sang them from the beginning. Warm eyes, black hair Grey eyes, gold hair Light and dark Life go Count to three I'll be beside you One, you're warm Two, You're soft Three, so beautiful One life, two life, three life Love together Live together I'll be with you forever Never let go "I'm always with you, think of me, wait for me." The stranger whispered. "Huh?" I said dumbly. Refusing to believe this stranger knew that song, maybe it was a popular song and I know it but forgot. Perhaps?

It crackled, purple and white, blooming across the sky like blood. I felt like a child, lost in a world I didn’t understand. The consequences of hunting were starting to show, and I was drowning in them. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered, raising my eyes to his. My throat closed around the words with thick, wet gulps. “I can’t be with you anymore.”

"Yes! If he finds his way here, they'll know. They are everywhere around us just waiting for him to show up. Emma knows he's always around me. She wouldn't just have given them my description, Hunter's as well-" "I'm here," my eyes widened at the familiar voice. "Sorry that took too long," I turned to see Hunter coming out of the tunnel and rolling his right arm that was stained with blood. "I came across a little trouble." Maybe he noticed the doom on my face or he heard the movement in the trees around us, but whichever one it was, Hunter froze for a minute before the howl filled the air. We were exposed in that long howl and our cover had been blown.

I can feel blood trickle down from my head and conclude this must be what happens after the trunk opens in my first vision. I concentrate to slow my breathing so I don’t panic. Everything seems to darken suddenly, but I can still hear the busyness of the city. The trunk flies open and I see a man with a tattoo of a cross through a crescent moon, letting me know he’s a hunter. He easily picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. “Stop squirming mutt.”

He snarls in my ear with enough venom to spark an ember of concern. “Lets get started shall we?” Hunter interlocks his fingers and pushes his arms above his head, cracking his knuckles. This should be interesting.