Hunter Hunter Pfp Novels & Stories

But despite the freakish difference between the two, friendship has been made. Hunter doesn't wear tops, he had a lot of bruises as some other werewolf does. His hair was white, its length is near the shoulder, his haircut is pineapple cut despite the length though, and he was shorter than Jacob. Hunter's eyes were clear black, a little bit wider than human's. His lips curved perfectly. "So what do you want me to do?" Hunter asked after a long listening. "Uhm, is it okay if—"

“This is Hunter and Justine. They are a year younger than the four of us. We got close when they joined the basketball team, naturally, we bonded over sports. They are the troublemaker of the lot, but most of the time, we treat them like our little brothers,” He points to the two who are sitting on Luke’s side. Like the rest of them, these guys were tall and it made sense when he pointed out they played basketball. “Yeay me… I would be surrounded by freaking tall guys… or maybe it’d be just Chris…” Hunter had the darkest skin tone compared to the others and was sitting by Luke’s right. His hair in the picture was in a man-bun and had his thumbs up, grinning like a child. Jihyun found him qui

Hunter's friends climb out and start approaching the airport's entrance while hollering greetings and playful insults to their teammates. As if in a chick flick in which the heroes come out of the car in slow motion and then proceed to wave their hair and laugh, Hunter and Dean exits the last car and just like that, they have everyone's attention. I hear a few girls giggling beside me and I feel like smacking sense into them. Are you blind? Hunter is a freaking asshole! Okay, I won't lie, while Dean is really good looking; Hunter's attractiveness beats Dean's by a long shot. With his chiseled jaw, His blond hair and hazel eyes and his ripped but not overly muscular body, he is every girl's d

Hunter was clearly not trying to smirk on camera but he couldn't help his ego. A photographer went closer to him to adjust his stance and lower the waist band of the sweatpants to go almost dangerously low. Then the tattoo came into full view. It was a wolf, scratch that.. a cub that looked like it was trying to howl. The cub was actually looked like it was standing on water but the wolf's body was literally on fire. I just noticed the tiny and faint flames that surrounded the little creatures body and for some reason I felt sad. For the wolf though.

387 Hunter fished out his phone and went to her chat. Her profile picture made him emotional. It was of him… Holding his first ever trophies after jumping into the business world. That smile on his face made him look so young and cute. That was years ago but his mom, who was obsessed with his smile, kept that picture of him as her DP always. With a twitching thumb Hunter tapped on the play button and the first audio played with a sob, making him sit stiffly as his face lost the iota of color that had been there.

PROFILE Name: Jack Age: 25/85 (Additional life can be purchased from the SUDIX Store for $1 million per year) Height: 6'2" Attributes: Stamina: 10 (Peak human level is 10)Stamina - Determines how quickly the host fatigues. Endurance: 10 (Peak human level is 10)Endurance - Determines how long the host can last before reaching climax. Charm: 10 (Peak human level is 10)Charm - Determines the host's physical attractiveness. Abilities: Fiery Eyes, Conception Control Women: Julie(70/100)

Maybe he didn't think that my ears were so sensitive. One of the advantages that make me an excellent hunter is that I have perfect ears and eyes that are many times sharper than the average person's. I'm confident that there hasn't been a hunter who can surpass me in that, not even a werewolf. I calmly sat down and continued to weed, pretending not to notice anything. Luckily, I didn't run away.

*** Abraham Van Helsing, the Dutch vampire hunter, had once had an apprentice whom he admired and held in high regard, long before he even considered the holy order as a potential calling. Helsing betrayed his apprentice and thought he had disposed of him. However, the tales surrounding this event were shrouded in insufficient recounting and relied solely on rumors. Higgins, renowned for his extraordinary ability to communicate with the dead, was known as the Necromancer Hunter. His expertise lay in influencing the living through the use of the deceased as conduits. His discarded body had washed up on the shores of a massive island housing several packs of werewolves, one of which belonged t

The girl stepped off the bike, with blonde hair that seemed to glow under the sun’s beams as she removed her helmet. Her eyes were baby-blue and she was of average height. Her smile was lovely and her presence was heavenly. And that was for a reason. Hunter saw the beauty of the girl and was impressed but the truth was that he had his eyes set on someone else already. So everybody else just seemed faded out in comparison to her. “Um…hi, Stereo?” He extended his hand tentatively for a handshake. “I’m Hunter Blackwood.”

I glanced at him, my eyes wide with curiosity and confusion, and he swiftly enlightened me. “As a symbol of my being a hunter, I offer each member of the family a weapon they are better accustomed to wielding. Even though you may not consider yourself a hunter ‘officially’, you undoubtedly are one to others. Because being a Cadwell will instantly label you as one.” He added as I continued to stare at the gun in front of me. Although I feel confident using this weapon, I still find it hard to accept that Grandpa will ever hand one to me. So I’m a hunter, huh? I am not an official member, but since I am also a Cadwell, I am still considered as one.