Hunter Hunter Pfp Novels & Stories

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

Why can’t I shoot? “Elena…” a deep baritone calls out from behind me and I whirl around to come face to face with Hunter. His jet black hair is slicked back, it is damp and he has clearly just taken a bath. Droplets of water stain his grey shit, creating little darkened spots. “Hunter!” I gasp. “I’m sorry, I know we’re not supposed to train at night but I’m not getting any better–“

His hands are both full of plates with meat, while there are still some on the grill waiting to be turned so it won't be burnt. While Hunter was walking closer toward the group near a bonfire, the words of Cromwel, flashed through his head. He paused for a moment, then took a good gaze towards the woman who was smiling beautifully while playing some card game with Carter. She has beautiful curly red hair, fair skin, and green eyes. Her teeth are white, and her lips has naturally color of roses. Hunter knew inside him what he wanted. He knew he was strong. All those years of training, and leading, will not go to waste. Why would he need a mate if he alone is already strong?

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.

Though we were born hours apart with her being first. "Dude, I’m drowning out here," Hunter complained, shooing off another girl wanting to dance with him. Here comes the Playboy. He wore his signature powder blue dress shirt that never seemed to be buttoned correctly, paired with black dress pants and a black belt with a werewolf insignia. "How would you feel if I moved to Alpha Phil’s pack? The girls from his pack are beautiful and more willing."

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 is mine." The Hunter scoffs, "You're clearly outnumbered." "Hahahah, you'd make a good comedian," Mr. Hogger teases. "Or maybe you just can't count," The Hunter counters. Mr. Hogger shakes his minigun."This gun shoots 3,000 rounds per minute. That's more than all of you combined, with change even." Sophia watches them from the net hanged on the tree. Her eyes are beaming with hope and her face with curiosity to escape. An echo rings joyously inside her heart: 'The Hunter is here.'