Hunter Hunter Pfp Novels & Stories

I screamed, breaking cover and running toward them. I found them in a small clearing. The Hunter was lying on his back. He was dressed in grey tactical camouflage, his face covered by a sleek, full-face mask with glowing green lenses. A high-tech compound bow lay in the dirt nearby. Ashren was straddling him, his good hand clamped around the Hunter’s throat, his other hand raised, claws extended, ready to rip the mask off. "Give me one reason not to open your jugular," Ashren snarled.

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and laughed at Nate's smile. The Hunt was on, and the Kreil thought about how thrilled they were with how it had turned out so far. It couldn't have gone better if they planned it themselves. The Hunt had just begun, but the promise of a future with a feisty mate was the best motivation they could have used at that moment. It drove them on as they searched for a footprint on the beach, convinced they would find their mates before the day ended.

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”

Her eyes scan the ground to where the baseball bat lies between the two of them. "Oh, I don't need a weapon. Rather, I enjoy getting my hands dirty." Hunter declares, flexing his arm as he cracks his knuckles, making the tattoo of the scythe or a Grimm Reaper's blade twist on his arm in a menacing manner. The woman takes one look at the tattoo before gulping. Hunter takes a challenging step towards her, forcing her to take a step backward. The woman stumbles once more, petrified, as tears begin to slip from her eyes.

She seems don't mind the cut off and continued with a strange expression, “This is confidential-” “How can you say it is when you handed me a jade of information?!” She craned her neck, lost all the necessary excuses. She sigh after realizing I already frustrated. She ask with a bit of confussion, “How can the young lady realize my lies?” I sneered. “You really asking that? Really, how can you be a huntress?” She pondered about it, and it only cause my heart to shook with too much frustration. She said after, “Well, I'm not actually a huntress...”

Now I'm feeling dirty, and I hate this so much. She turns to me and gives me a big and happy smile like we know each other for ages like we are the best couple ever. I appreciate her trying, but I don't like a cheap woman around me. I'm a lone wolf, and besides that, I love fancy and good-looking females, not these pyjamas with butterflies and sleepers. "Hey, Hunter. I prepared some..."

But how many innocent lives would be lost if we went to war with the hunters? Shaking my head, I reach up and rub the puckered scar where the wound had been. The bullet must have been dipped in wolfsbane as it was taking too long to heal. Even with silver, once it was out of the body, healing took very little time but it had already been a week and the scar bothered me as much as the strange girl standing in the clearing.

They were standing on the roof of a house. "Why did you stop me? I won't finish him yet," said Josh. "The hunters have arrived," said Tyler. "The hunters have arrived?" Josh asked. Josh looked down the road. Tyler removed his kinesis from that demon so hunters could see a vampiric witch's proper form. Four hunters came out of the portal in a row. And they first saw a supernatural in front of them. It changes shape. Gradually, it changed its clothes and had a hood to hide its face. But they had seen its true face before. It was like wrinkled and dry skin. It also has sharp teeth similar to those of a shark.

Any adolescent’s worst nightmare. Even more so when none of those brats care about me. Everyone knew I was a human. Despite the fact that I had earned my place in the pack, some people only fantasized about my disappearance. “Is everything fine here?” Hunter’s handsome face peered into the game room. Hunter is the pack’s future Alpha and my best friend on the planet. His multicolored eyes always drew my attention. One of them reminded me of a sunny day in a meadow, while the other of a clear sky. His hair was brown and unkempt, but it added just the right touch to make him appear carefree and wild.

He quickly got up and walked outside, but then he stopped, chuckled softly and said, "You give this photo to Lena." He took out a photo from the drawer. The photo was blurry, and two people could be vaguely seen in it, one of whom was Hunter. Hunter's leg was still fine at that time, and he held a gun in his hand, pointing it at another person. But in the photo, this person only had a silhouette. The environment in the photo was filled with mist, and the surroundings were desolate. The reason why it could be seen that the person holding the gun was Hunter is because Hunter had a very unique temperament.