Hunter J Novels & Stories

Hunter Sullivan took a big amount from me for this girl so give me the girl and let me go you fucking asshole" As soon those words left from his mouth the room filled up gun shooting sounds.. And Henson's dead body fell on ground.. Jackson grasped seeing this.. I looked towards the other man and speaks up," Who sent you here?" The man looked at me fearfully and speaks up," Hunter Sullivan" As soon the words left from his mouth Alex shoot him in his forehead... I looked at my men and speak up," Clean everything and I want the bastard Hunter Sullivan's location within this night"

Tonight’s job had been gruesome, one of the worst Ted had had to deal with. Getting information from a rogue wolf about an organized criminal syndicate was a difficult job but as always, Ted was a patient man and his skills for torture were unmatched. It was a quality that made him one of the most respected Hunters in the city. So far he had been able to keep the Don safe from another assassination attempt and while it had been an ugly job, he had tonight and the next few days to forget about the gruesome nature of his job.

Hunter The ceremony is chaos. Despite so many of the guests fleeing, many are injured. I frantically search for Pax, my eyes settling on his limp form at the bottom of the cannon. Fuck, I jump down after him because that’s what he would do for me. I find his body laying at an odd angle thankfully he didn’t fall the entire way to the bottom or I may not have found him through the darkness. His head is caked in blood, a deep gash oozing down his face. His arms and body are covered in cuts, some so deep that bone is visible. He is also out cold.

Hunter is a friend of mine. We’ve known each other since high school and we went to the same college together and majored in the same field. But he’s not family. Nor is he part of my world, as much as he wants to be. Anytime he sees a glimpse, he goes wild with excitement. When we were in high school, I once showed him the gun my father had given me after my first kill. He grabbed it out of my hands, pulled the trigger, and almost shot a maid who happened to walk by. That was the last time I ever gave him a firearm. But to please him, from time to time, I let him in on the Mafia world just so he can stop constantly bugging me. So, I say, “Yes.” His eyes widen and he leans in, clearly wanting

Hugging the soft bunny to my chest, I watch as the home I was preparing to raise a family in is packed away. Jonathan was still under Colton, but I didn’t care. I know that if my ex tried to do anything, Colton, an Army vet, would make sure my ex regretted it. The driver door to the Hummer opens, and I look to find Uncle Hunter climbing in, a soft smile on his face.

JAMES POV We burst through the front door and were confronted. I skidded to a stop. “Jacob Sawyer,” I acknowledged the Hunter in front of me. He looked surprised to see me. “James Adler. I didn’t know you consorted with this sort.” He stood in front of me, looking relaxed, but I knew better. This Hunter has been credited with thousands of kills of my kind. He was strong and ruthless, and he had a serious hatred for anything supernatural, though he wasn’t above using them if they would help meet his needs.

They were like specially trained assassins and even supernaturals with all their abilities find it out to shake them off. That's who my family were, the Holmes. My father was a hunter, his father was a hunter then my great grand mother was a hunter and it went on like that, as far back as centuries. It was a mantle that has always been passed from generations to generations and it was my turn now. My name is Edna Holmes, the latest hunter from the Holmes family. I hunt wolves and vampires for a living. My reason? Mine was a little different from the others who fought to protect.

I asked her. “There is a karaoke bar in town, figured we could go for a drink now that the target has been captured.” "You should’ve run it by me first, our mission may be completed but we can’t have you drawing attention to us, especially with so many humans around." “But we blend in. Not all of us have unearthly gold eyes.” I glared at her, “And what if you get drunk and show your wings or ears, we could cause a lot of trouble.” Hetha looked the most human out of all of our squad, with her curly red hair and freckles, her ears were easy to hide, and the hourglass frame and green eyes could be traits of any mortal around.

I stepped around the wall, my eyes following him in shock. He reached our attackers before any of them could pull a trigger, taking them down easily. His combat skills were exceptional—swift, precise, and brutally efficient—I couldn’t help but be impressed. The way he moved was unlike anything I’d ever seen. However, watching him in the darkness and the dim lights, something seemed strange about him. I noticed something odd the longer I watched: Hunter’s fingernails were unusually long, his hands didn’t look entirely human, and somehow he looked...almost like an animal.

and I shot the bullet right through his skull. [See you in hell, bitch] Mr. Luciano looked stared me with wide open eyes. I knew those were his best. Attempting to run away, I shot a bullet I'm sure affected his spine, making him paralyze instantly. I got closer to him and whispered in his ear, "no one double crosses me and lives" I smiled and killed him. I picked my suitcase and took his car. Putting my bike in the boot, I headed to the road to meet my family, 'the stingers.'