Hunter J Novels & Stories

They’ll want to check the wreckage to confirm I’m not inside. Keeping low to the ground, I hurried away from the crash as the hunters pulled up, hooting and hollering like the demented Americans they are. Now I don’t mean to say all Americans are demented. But the American hunters are an uncouth sort that takes a weird joy in killing, things being on fire, and vehicles getting into accidents. Whatever the case, their joyful hoots and hollers that I might be dead and arguments about who gets to take credit gave me time to get away. I hurried to the nearest neighborhood to search for a car to take.

She gasps with her eyes open looking for the enemy in depression. "Aham," Mr. Hogger applauds himself when he sees The Hunter and his men running towards the scene. "Didn't their parents teach them not to steal someone else's food," he pulls out a minigun, stands up, and puts a cigar in his mouth.

all five needles launch themselves towards the Lv2 Hunter It senses it and tries to retreat but Jimboy suddenly appears on its side "where are you going!"- Jimboy without a moment of rest, Jimboy touch the back of the lvl2 Hunter "CLUTCH!"- Jimboy JIMBOY/MANA: 75/150 in this 0.5 seconds, the body of the HUNTER STIFFEN! *ZOOM!* the five needles successfully stab the head of the lvl2 Hunter! because of this the lv2 hunter suddenly stop its movements

Within seconds of talking to the man in the other car, Hunter aggressively pulled the man from the window and got him out. “Mr. Jabulani!” Ludo yelled. She saw Hunter punch Mr. Jabulani ruthlessly as he begged for his life. He couldn’t even raise a punch, Hunter was as big as a gorilla. Hunter banged Mr. Jabulani’s head against the car and kicked him hard. Mr. Jabulani was on his knees when Hunter grabbed him and strangled him. “Nooo!” Ludo shouted in terror. Ludo watched as Mr. Jabulani gasped for air till his eyes shut down. Ludo had just witnessed Hunter kill a man.

But he wasn’t going to let him go just like that. “Who are you?” Jai whispered, already getting the code that he had to speak in a lower volume. The guy sensed Jai’s alert mode and raised his hands. “I’m Ahub, a hunter from Deleima.” Jai lowered his hand and retracted his thunder a bit as he observed the young man. The man had a slight tan skin, a red fang mark on his right cheek, and some scars on his hands that were visible due to the short sleeved upper clothes. He was wearing a chest buckler that was dark in color and strapped to his shoulder with tight leather strap. His pants were 3/4 and he was wearing boots that covered all of his feet up. It was weird combination of a seemingly khak

"Did you say my dad’s name is Kevin Kostner? Don't you confuse him with someone else?" "No, I know who your dad is. But it's common knowledge here in Bonsai that John Hurter looks like John Dutton from the Yellowstone series." "Oh my word," Leah stopped John in his tracks and studies his face. John Hurter indeed looks like he arrived in Mozambique straight from Yellowstone. Especially when he wears his usual beige Cowboy hat. He only needs a horse and a gun. Leah had often seen him shoot with a gun. That he can do. Probably as good as John Dutton. But riding on horseback? Not exactly. But he has a quad bike and he also got his microlight. He can ride and fly!

I’m back home and I have some Duffs to drown my sorrow, I’m in deep shit, annoyed and worried with my little bunny, if some asshole put his paws on her, I don’t know what I’m capable of doing. Hunter waits for me on the porch, with a lemonade glass, he signs me to sit down and I know that nothing will keep me away from his inquire. This son of a gun should be a cop instead of a fighter. He doesn’t give up while he can’t get the answers he want. Less than five seconds and he shoots the first question, this time he broke his record: “Adam, you may be the alpha in this pack, but you’re still my brother, tell me the truth, what’s going on? Why those guys were trying to kill you?”

Huck tells her with a smile as he takes the keys. Sawyer walks in with overnight bags cops always have ready and they get into the room. Huck stands under the hot water trying to wrap his brain around all the information he has collected over the last few days. He is now a werewolf hunter. He will spend the rest of his life hunting werewolves with Sawyer. At least he hopes with Sawyer. Sawyer is about 55, still in good shape but 55 is getting up there.

Hunter said cheerfully. "Grandpa, the bastard, had an accident. His car fell off a cliff but he came back alive. He was rescued alive. His security guards found him alive. I don't understand how this is even possible. I mean, he was shot. He was rescued after almost a day with gunshot wounds, but he still was alive," Jonathan said. "You are talking nonsense now. How could he be alive after being shot? Is he a human or some supernatural creature? No human can be alive if he falls off a cliff. How could he be alive? Who went to rescue him? Who is the fool" Hunter asked angrily.

While I had been roaming around, Joanne had been busy searching for the other two paints she needed. Instead of three tries, all she had needed to defeat me was one opportunity. I felt my lips curve against my will. "Very good, my pretty. Very good." I praised her, wiping the slimy paint from my face. Joanne Puhvel just taught me a very important lesson today. To never, ever underestimate her. *** ***. ***. *** I smelt him before I saw him. Hunter. A familiar hunter. Joanne entered the alcove behind me and I got my first view of a wide back hidden beneath a black leather jacket, shaggy brown locks, blue jeans and blackboots. He turned around and Joanne yelled,