Hunter Legendary Novels & Stories

The room was stunned, and I couldn't blame them. Luke Hunter was a legend, a ghostly figure who few had ever seen in person. His reputation preceded him, he was known for his ruthless business tactics and unexplainable success. Although Ethan, his right hand man, was feared by many, it was the name Luke Hunter that inspired that fear.

As the investigation into the serial killings continued, Miriam and Donovan received a briefing about the next potential target. According to their sources, the killer's sights were set on Senator Harrison Grant, a high-profile politician and close ally of former President Jameson Walker. Senator Grant was a well-known figure in the city's political landscape, having served as a senator for over a decade. He was a charismatic leader, known for his sharp wit and razor-sharp intellect. However, his rise to power had not been without controversy. Grant had been embroiled in several high-profile scandals, including allegations of corruption and cronyism.

William groaned, as the spell must be really making him uncomfortable. "Sleep for a while, baby." I said as I put him to sleep. I feel bad for my son. Levitra is really a bitch for doing this to my son! She might have really waited for her chance to plant this with us, who are the only healers allowed to enter Lycan territory. Levitra is addicted to Lycan's flesh. I think the number of lycans that fell victim to her hands couldn't be counted by fingers anymore.

“Kill you.” I can only sculpt. My hand squeezes the sheets under me. My lips and voice both trembled. “Then why am I still here?” Hugo pulled his body back, making me take a deep breath of relief. “That was before I knew who you were, Barbara,” he said slowly. “However, some time ago, I decided that having additional strength from a possessor of holy blood must have been interesting.” I want to know how to use my identity as a wolvire to beat up this man in front of me. Sadly, I still do not know.

Especially not when he was stood with a rogue himself. "You can't exactly judge," I replied as I pointed to the guy. "He was part of Moon Shadow prior to their downfall. He just hasn't been fully accepted into the pack," Luca said. I could see his fists clenched at his side and I could hear the way in which he was controlling his breathing which only served to make me smile to myself.

I'm really sorry to disturb you but-" I started, but he cut me off. "I don't need anything. For the name of Lycans, I don't need any bloody thing from the royalties." He spatted full of hatred, eyes blazing like he have little fires dancing in them. My own anger spiked, but as a princess I will not let them get the best of me, I will remain calm and handle this low piece of human. "Why yes that is right dear Daniel the warrior. You don't need anything from the royalties, but surely, you can ask a person what you heart desired right?" I said sweetly, not giving away anything even though inside I was tearing him apart and making him go bald. He paused, for a moment the fire in his eyes die

Henrod was shaking from anger and immediately ordered through his walkie-talkie. "Spread out and fight back. Take that damned thing out." Henrod grabbed an anti-material rifle from his car after yellowing out orders and started to aim at the monster. The anti-material rifle was a powerful weapon that even Sanctuary level cultivators would not dare to take head-on. It was a new weapon Lars assigned to him. One anti-material rifle was worth about ten million dollars. However, a bone-chilling coldness washed over Henrod. Henrod was caught off guard. He felt his body freeze, unable to turn around.

“I’ve known you all my life. You can fool Rehan with your games, but not me.” His eyes darkened with something that made her blood run cold. “I’m Ekansh,” he continued, his voice steady but laced with menace. “Rehan’s most loyal friend. And I’ve been waiting for the day you’d finally go too far.” Shama’s heart pounded in her chest. *Ekansh...* She remembered the character from the comic—Rehan’s closest friend and fiercest protector. In the story, Ekansh had always despised Shanaya for the harm she caused Naina, and now that hatred burned in his gaze.

River said in a low, controlled voice, his gaze locked on the rogues through the tinted windows, “do we still have the machete in the trunk?” That made me raise my brows. A what? Hudson, sitting stiffly in the front seat, smirked. “Machete? Sure. But I was hoping for the grenade launcher.” I choked. “What kind of limo is this?” Hudson twisted around to look at me, his grin only growing. “The kind that plans for surprises, sweetheart. And trust me, this? Barely qualifies as one.” Okay, does River has a lot of enemies that they were prepared for things like this?

Hunter exchanges his beautiful and expensive luxury sports cars for two SUV's: a Porsche and a Land Rover. Okay, the cars are beautiful and expensive, but I can't see Hunter wearing a Ray-Ban aviator in a big one. That is the part where I feel most touched. I like sports cars, and they are part of my daily life of "reconquering the girl with no memory". Cars give me great memories of a blank mind, and I associate Hunter with them. He combined all his arrogance and idiocy in those damn cars he sold, and now it's all gone. I sense he is crestfallen when the black Lamborghini is the last to leave with a screech. I know this because I feel the same way.