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.

Hunter climbed off the couch and stood, grabbing his briefs that were tangled with his trousers before pulling them back on. The phone was still ringing. He glanced around the living room until he finally spotted it lying half out of his discarded pants pocket. It must have slipped out sometime during the night. The screen continued flashing. Hunter picked it up, expecting to silence an alarm. Instead, he frowned. It wasn't an alarm. It was a call. Dean Mercer flashed his phone screen, and Hunter groaned. Dean was the Titans' superstar winger. The boys often called him the Legendary Ladies' Man or the Wolf Who Hunted Prey.

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.

"Die trator!" I just shut my eyes and sped up the healing so at least this lycan will live even if I die, but instead of my neck getting slashed, it was the healer threatening me who's head rolled in the ground. "Are you okay?" Sir Vitto asked while panting. His hands are smoking from touching the healer's spear he took from the other dead healer. He came and slashed the healer's neck using the spear, but that spear is made of pure silver, which is the lycan's weakness.

The combination of all that creates an uncertainty that anyone needs to be aware of, no matter if the owner is trained from the very beginning. INDICENT and its ranks would have executed Bara from the very first birth had her parents not kept it a secret. On the other hand, Hugo did not dare to open his mouth about Bara other than he boasted to all the immortals that he would control a holy-blooded immortal who had been born into this world. If he says the name of the owner, INDICENT will immediately kill the girl and Hugo's dream is over. The owner of holy blood usually already possessed considerable strength, but the red moon was a blessing from the God of Hate that would turn that chastit

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 dragged myself off the floor and into the bathroom to wash all the blood off me and bandage my wounds. It was a painfully slow process. I had never gotten hurt when hunting before. Never. That was partly because I didn’t hunt and partly because in all my practice, I was a silent killer. I never engaged in fights. I ambushed and killed. There were times when I felt guilty about that style, never giving the animals a fighting chance, but I thought it was better in the long run. They would still loose, werewolves were at the top of the food chain with the exception of Lycans, although they had died out so long ago that they were now nothing more than a myth. By attacking them and ending it qu