Hunter J の小説・ストーリー

“Enough games. Spit it out.” Jules’s gaze returned to him, steady. “There’s a hunter out there — not the kind you’re used to. He’s already burned through half the territory south of here. He doesn’t care who you answer to. He doesn’t care who sired you. He kills everything.” Odessa’s eyes narrowed. “And you know this… how?” “I saw him work,” Jules said, voice dropping lower. “I watched him take down a nest in Baton Rouge. Fifteen of them. Gone in under ten minutes. No survivors.”

"You know I clean up right after so you can't tell." "Hunter, don't play with me," he dropped his drink. "Calm your tits, brother," I rolled my eyes. "You won't believe what I just heard from the site." "You heard Jerry is planning a war?" I threw a glance at the power-hungry man. "You're just waiting for an excuse so you can ruin him, aren’t you?" His smirk was his reply. "Well, unless we can use the fact that huis escaped pack members tried to eat Luna alive then-"

“But there are levels to this game, Henrique.” I took a step forward. “Return the shipment you hijacked. Or be ready to be torn alive.” Henrique spat on the ground near my boot. He laughed, taunting me. “Go on. I dare you. Do your worst.” I tilted my head. “As you wish.” I didn’t even have to signal. The clearing erupted into a total disorder. Bodies collided; the sound of fists hitting the enemy’s flesh; the snarls of wolves filling the air.

After a few minutes, I plunge into her one final time, letting my cock pulse inside her with my release. “Clean yourself up and then be waiting on the bed for me when I return.” She just nods. I redress and head to my study. When I enter, I seem him sitting in front of my desk, he looks nervous and I can smell the fear on him. He’s not even trying to hide it. “Well… how close is the lead hunter to death?” “Sir, I’ve come to learn he been stored… completely.” What? Restored? How can this be. I have worked too long for this plan to fail.

Screaming at the hunters coming toward him with bows and swords. To only hear a voice that made everyone go still. "Stop" Just one command and all the hunters bow down. And that's when Volkan's grey eyes met the dark black ones of the man behind everything. Daniel Black The leader of Hunters stood in front of him. His face emotionless, not caring of the bloodshed of the innocents he just committed in name of ending the werewolf specie, which according to the humans were heartless beasts that are to be eliminated at all cost.

Taken couldn't stand to be near normal people without killing them, so if one of us was safe, we all were. He was dressed in dark grey, with leather boots and a matching utility belt that hung at his waist. A gun sat at each hip, separated by a flashlight and a short sheathed knife. I looked up at his face and cringed. His skin was the tannest I'd ever seen, his blue eyes sharp and cold. He had a half sun tattooed on the side of his face, stretching from his right temple down to the tip of his jaw. "Where are you headed?"

I followed Jordan's scent and came up behind him to see him speaking with Sandra. "It's over between us. Besides it was just a hookup the other evening and nothing serious," he was saying to the student doctor. I was shaking my head at the hurt I could see in her eyes. Jordan was such an asshole. He was a great friend and I did love him as such but not as a romantic partner. Are you absolutely sure that he's our real mate because honestly he's a real jerk, I mumbled softly to my wolf? I heard her low growl and say that there was something interesting coming from the left. I turned my head and my eyes widened at the hunk that was walking in wearing all black leather and carrying an M4 Carbine

Hunter struggled in anger, but he was met with a blow to the stomach from a baseball bat, causing the young man to vomit blood. "This perverted jerk," Aleah said while inside a truck with monitors and a computer system. She was with Joyril at that time. Hunter's entry into the CEO's house was all part of their plan to find out where its Data mine was. He is a rogue earning money from the sex tapes he shows on a website and Natasha is just one of his many victims.

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.

*** 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