Hunter J Novels & Stories

*Bam* Jake stood upon the hill with a sweaty brow. He had successfully put his dragon-made weapon aside and switched to his bow. He was just about leaving to find a new location to snipe when he felt a hostile energy lock onto him. His brows leapt up in surprise when he recognised that it was his own arrow that had locked on to him!

- You see, now that you are calmer I want to inform you of where you have been. His previously lit face had darkened. My hairs stood on end. What he was about to tell me was not good. The Hunter in front of him was not the same one who was singing country in the shower. He was the one hired by the mafia to shoot and murder indiscriminately. That was the Hunter I feared and had him by my side. I looked down at my shaking hands. My hands never shook. Bad augury.

Jamie grinned at me. “Going somewhere, sweetheart?,” he asked. My shoulders slumped and I slung my backpack over my shoulder. I narrowed my eyes on him. “I’m going hunting. The guns are out there in the hallway,” I replied defiantly. A hand gripped my elbow tightly and I flushed when I realized that Timothy had snuck on me without me noticing. Again. He steered me out of the meeting room and down the hall. He unlocked the gun case and gestured inside.

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.

Aurora. The sound of crunching snow under heavy boots echoed through the trees, and hunters slowly began to emerge from the trees. They encircled the beast, trapping it in. Two figures stepped forward and I recognised the both of them immediately. One was an officer, I don’t know his name, but I heard them call him the General. He was a regular at my lessons. He never participated, but he came to watch all the time. The General would stand there and shout orders and yell at the men, he was one of the higher ups in the organisation. The other man was a younger and stronger looking Hank, Zee’s father from the basement. What would he be doing out here with hunters. As the two men stood side by

Hunter froze, and so did his men. ‘Woman? Did the Boss get a woman?’ Jaguar asked in silence. And the rest of Hunter’s men have the same question too. But before their question could be answered, Hunter acted again, and it was not to go back on punching Mr. Santos but to ask for a towel to wipe the blood on his hands. After wiping his hand with a towel, Hunter turned to Jaguar and said, “You do the rest. Just make sure that bastard is still alive and his tongue’s still intact enough for him to answer our questions.”

He rolled his neck, and his eyes turned sinister. Then, like a beast unleashed, he lunged forward at them. The first guard raised his gun, but before he could pull the trigger, Hunter twisted his wrist and snapped it like a twig. The man’s scream echoed through the forest before Hunter delivered a swift kick to his gut, sending him flying backward. — A Jeep Wrangler Rubicon 392 cruised steadily down the road. The sound of the radio echoed inside, the driver tapping fingers on the wheel in time with the beat.

Eyes cold as the ice. "I've seen bears throw wolves," the hunter said, looking at Sebastian. "Never seen a man do it." Harper aimed her rifle at him. "Who are you?" The hunter ignored the gun. He pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket. It was a "Wanted" poster. [ SEBASTIAN STERLING. DEAD OR ALIVE. $100,000,000 ] "Name's Jack," the hunter spat tobacco juice into the snow. "And you folks are the most expensive game I've ever tracked."

Hunter's POV I was already late for class and Dr Peter was a no nonsense man when it came to keeping time. I walked briskly to my car and zoomed off as soon as I turned on the ignition, not bothering myself with warming the car. I was actually placed on probation from driving after that particular run in with the cops but breaking the law was an expertise of Hunter; an unwanted expertise. I thought I would've had trauma driving after what happened to my dad but such a feeling didn't suffice; I wonder why movies always portrayed characters with trauma after unlikable incidents, like how Sung Jun in 'She Was Pretty' couldn't drive under the rain after the traumatic accident of his mother.

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.