Hunter Hunter Pfp Novels & Stories

He looked at me like I was crazy or something and didn't understand what I was asking him. "I'll take it from here, sir." A voice said and I turned to see Hunter standing there, a white bag in his hand. He wore a black Henley shirt on a grey fitted jeans and a brown skate beanie with a cuff. He had a brown tan bucks on, completing the casual he had been aiming for. "Sorry, who are you?" I asked, frowning slightly as I looked at him. "Nice one, cut it out." He smiled his sexy smile but I didn't return it.

She knew the cleanup team would arrive soon. They exited the woods and got back into the car. Everyone was silent, until Ruth finally spoke again. “Those people you saw... they’re called the Hunters. Not the deer-and-rabbit kind. The ones who bear hatred for werewolves. They pretty much want to wipe every werewolf off the map. Good or bad, it doesn’t matter to them.” She paused and glanced at them. “Alex, you look like you just got indigestion. Are you okay?” Alexander looked up slowly, worry all over his face. “Those two back there...” he muttered.

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

the girl in the car mumbled. “You brought this on yourself Hilary,” Hunter said as he carried her on his shoulder. She tried to shake herself off him but couldn’t manage. Hunter was too strong. He had the body of baseball players. He was six feet tall. His arms were big they could hold three people at once. He had a very hideous face with a beard he well took care of.

I'm a hunter but I don't posses what others do, I sigh taking slow strides, I stop to a halt on hearing whispers, I look behind me to check but no one's there, I move a little forward , I see two people talking on hush tones, I strain my eyes to see who it is, naturally my eyes zoom in on them I could see them clearly even from afar, I could recognize one as goofy(Arthur) and the other is a freaking handsome dude, I watch them talk about few things and I see him pull Arthur in for a hug, before placing a peck on his lips

The crash as I hit the ground is deafening, and for a moment, everything goes black. I can hear the sound of hurried footsteps approaching, and then, suddenly, there’s a pair of strong arms on me, gently turning me over. “Are you okay? Can you hear me?" A deep, rumbling voice asks. I blink up at the sky and instead, I stare at the face of Hunter Graham. For a moment, I’m too stunned to speak, still reeling from my fall and the shock of actually finding him here. Up close, he’s even more breathtaking than the carefully curated photos I had found online and pored over. His chiseled features, his piercing hazel eyes, the way his tousled auburn hair falls across his forehead, it’s all so much mo

But he wasn’t going to let him go just like that. “Who are you?” Jai whispered, already getting the code that he had to speak in a lower volume. The guy sensed Jai’s alert mode and raised his hands. “I’m Ahub, a hunter from Deleima.” Jai lowered his hand and retracted his thunder a bit as he observed the young man. The man had a slight tan skin, a red fang mark on his right cheek, and some scars on his hands that were visible due to the short sleeved upper clothes. He was wearing a chest buckler that was dark in color and strapped to his shoulder with tight leather strap. His pants were 3/4 and he was wearing boots that covered all of his feet up. It was weird combination of a seemingly khak

I turn the photo over after reading the dedication and see Hunter with his hand on the waist of a beautiful woman with blonde hair almost to her waist. She has bright and vivid blue eyes just like him; her high cheekbones are flushed from the light pink blush. Hunter is wearing a white T-shirt with a deep V collar, and she is in a white lacy dress.

He unlocked the gun case and gestured inside. “Pick. Ladies first, gentlemen.” A shiver ran down my spine as his husky voice washed over me. I grabbed a rifle, not even caring which one it was in my hurry to get away from the tantalizing scent the man wore. I deposited my bag inside of the gun safe and walked out of the hall. I was determined to put as much distance between me and them as I could. We normally hunted in groups, but my father had taught me well enough that I could take down a deer by myself. Getting it back to town, on the other hand, would require the men. Fuck.