Hunter Hunter Pfp Novels & Stories

Paul says. “What kind of reward?” “Free drinks for life.” He points, and sure enough, it does say that on the bottom of the flyer. “The pack will supply regular game here so that whoever catches her can be assured that their tab is always paid.” Well, that’s tempting. And besides, if I’m the one to turn Lyra in, Butch and the rest of my pack will have to acknowledge that I’m as good a hunter as I’ve always claimed to be. They won’t be able to push me around anymore. The whole shifter community will finally have to acknowledge my prowess.

I smiled to myself, a quick, flashing grin, easily convinced. Being a hunter may not be in my blood, but it was who I was. I’d been brought up by two hunters, two hunters that had travelled the word in the pursuit of various supernatural creatures, ranging from wendigos to ghosts to shifters. I was fine. I would be fine. “That was some good work today, Cals,” my Paps chirped as we reached the cars. “A very quick response. That might have been what saved her.” “Thanks, Paps,” I smiled, a little wearily. The thought of a ten hour shift at the diner was less than appealing, but at least it was relatively stress free. I doubted any more lifeless bodies would turn up there, at the very least.

I asked, knowing that her story does not have anything to do with hunters. "She suspects that the hunters had a hand in the death of her family. She doesn't like the hunters naturally, especially Stefan Brown." We heard a moan from Stefan and looked at him. Stefan's eyes opened and my heart leaped, and quickly hugged him and kissed his forehead. "Thank God you're okay. Do you need water or anything?." I asked, happy that he looked fine to me. "I'm fine. What happened?. Why do you look pale?." He asked, looking from Ava to me. I look pale because I was fucking worried about him.

“It’s nothing. Of course, I’m not mad at you, Marcelle. It’s just too soon to talk about babies now.” “Okay.” She perked up immediately. “Let’s go. I’m going to spy on my Joffrey. He’s training the male wolves today. I can stare at his hot body all day.” She winked at me, taking my hand and pulling me up. *** Hunter waited for me on the steps of the broad entrance to the castle. I was once again struck by the masculine beauty of his perfect face, his sensual lips, the aquiline nose, high cheekbones and strong jawline, all framed by his abundance of golden shoulder-length locks. Dressed casually in thigh-hugging jeans and a navy short-sleeved T-shirt - I’ve never been jealous of clothes befor

Malea said to them. "Luckily after this exhausting day, I am still a handsome man." Hunter mumbled while walking towards the main base, the metal bracelets are already worn out so he can, even his feet is a bit hurt, move now as if all the problem he has in his shoulder already took away from him. "You look like a frog who can't jump earlier," Ashleigh said and gave him a smirk. "How do I look like a frog? Look at my face, it's handsome right?" Hunter retorted and pointed his face that has some band aids because of his small wounds he got on the earlier training.

Crossing my arms, tucking beneath my breast and focusing my attention on the television. “Hunter Collins is trending worldwide. And selfies of him with his die-hard fans spread all over the internet. He’s currently ranking as number one in worldwide’s trends. Fans are ogling and simping about the handsome billionaire’s Greek God body! And we have a girl here who wanted to be interviewed. According to her, she is one of Hunter’s solid supporters.” We saw the lady in a bonnet, holding a placard of Hunter’s face. She screamed like a high school teenager, seeing her crush. “Hunter, my baby, oh my gosh!” she screamed again.

he chuckled. One of them had short blond hair, while the other one had a long, distinctive scar down his right cheek. “That’s not creepy,” I spat. They chuckled. “It’s not wrong for friends to check up on other friends.” “How did you find me?” My voice cracked. The blonde one barked out a laugh. “I’m a Hunter. It’s in my blood to find wolves. You wouldn’t know that because you’re only half.” I swallowed in response. Crap.

Hunter finishes with a hard look. “So you’re-” He cuts me off. “A hybrid. Half Undead, half werewolf. My brothers are pure werewolves.” Wow. I realize that I said that out loud when I hear Hunter’s laughter, his eyes crinkling with amusement. “Glad you think so, little mate.” He presses his lips to my forehead before gazing at me adoringly, caressing my cheek with his thumb. We stay outside for few more hours, just talking and getting to know each other.

Liberty’s POV “Good rest Luna?” Hunter smiles at me warmly from the overstuffed, floral armchair the other side of the bed. The teacup he rests on his knee looks comically tiny compared to his huge frame. I never would have pegged him as a tea drinker. He comes across as more of a ‘Strong black coffee, no sugar’ type. Frankly every man I have met since being here is enormous, rough and ready and … well honestly, pretty intimidating. All of the rumours and whispers I heard about the Black’s of Pine Lake, and their most feared warriors, now make total sense. I was terrified the day I woke up here and realised where I was, I dread to think where I would be now if I had run off like l had though

Edgar winced before he sent a glare. "Edgar! Edgar! Edgar! I beat your high score!" Hunter shouted, running towards their side. He showed him a screenshot of yesterday's game on his cellphone. As if he's the most amazing man on Earth, Hunter stood proudly, making a check sign using his fingers under his chin. If only he had the ability to grow his nose long like Pinocchio, it'll be perfect. "Woah! How did you beat it? You're amazing," Edgar complimented. He patted Hunter’s head like he's a kitten who deserves praise from his master.