Novel & Cerita Hunter

I nodded my head, barely listening. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Another hour later hunter pulled off the main road and onto a dirt path with a NO TRESPASSING at the front, the sign was something Alpha Zander thought of to keep humans out of the woods so they wouldn't stray into our pack lands. Hunter drove briskly as the trees passed by us and soon enough we were going up the familiar rocky pathway, pulling up at the pack house. Hunter turned the car off announcing we have arrived, the place was silent since it was still early in them morning. Jermaine turned and looked at me saying

Mom asks "I have stuff to do" "Your fathers taking care of the pack for you, Jerry and Jamie are helping, the dead are buried, the prisoners are locked up until you decide what to do with them and Shannon has been put under house arrest " i look at my mom as if she has gone mad "I DONT CARE ABOUT THE PACK OR ANYONE IN IT, I JUST WANT MY MATE " i scream at her then storm out of the room, i stomp around not really knowing where I'm going, everyone stays out of my way so i spend my time following my mates scent until eventually i come to a patch of trees in the forest, there is a blood stain in the dirt and as i sniff i realise its whats left of Jonas, turning on the spot i follow the scent of

Brian's POV. I have lost count since Wilson had injured my Millie and had vanished. But as far as I could tell hew as no where near the castle. And I was running low on human meat. I needed more. I would have to go hunting. I would have to leave Millie alone for a while but not for long. I got dressed since it was still snowing outside. I tucked Millie into bed and locked the door so she could be safe. She hasn't been feeling well but her leg was getting better. So I kissed on her on the forehead and headed out to hunt with my gun. I walked for a while before seeing ome human tracks in the snow. With my gun ready at hand I followed them. Before finding a man who was just wondering aroudn in

A smug crooked smirk slipped onto his face in victory as he leaned away. "Who do you think you are?" I spat in his face. He chuckled once without humor. "Miller. Darby Miller." He then turned and sauntered off into the woods, his gun in his hand. He hollered for his men and they followed quickly. My hands were trembling in anger. I hope that they found the wolf and it ripped them apart. Him especially. I stared daggers into Darby's back until I could see it no longer. What else could I do? Chase after them and stop them? How would I do that? One guy with his army of what looked like twenty. It was just me. Even though I couldn't stop them now, maybe I could help the wolf later. I sprinted to

Lukas was done when two people spoke “ I don't agree with her being our Luna” they said in unison “ What your reason” I can see he is trying to control his anger “She’s human.” They spoke in unison and people began t o murmur. “She’s a hunter.” “She’s weak.”

First, we needed to get her home and safe. “Since when has that Asshat ever been helpful or given us any information?” I asked exasperated. The Alpha of the Margam territory, Jeremy Lewis was enough of a Bell end that he actually introduced himself the people as Alpha Jezz. Jezz? What the hell kind of grown man wants to be called the nickname he was clearly given by his high school rugby team?

Is now time to remove the iron from his Achilles' left heel, the iron was already red and was hot like as if a tiny fire is still around its body, the hunter had to put a sticker on his mouth to avoid him shouting that much so he will not attract the neighbors to come around Then he broke the stick of an arrow, on his Achilles heel, he forcefully pulled out the arrow, and suddenly, Jerry opened his eyes and was sweating and shouting, immediately, blood started rushing out from his Achilles left heel and the blood color was very bad and without wasting time, the hunter placed the hot iron on the deep hole on Jerry's Achilles left

His watchful eyes scan the surroundings, ensuring the safety of their journey. Hunter, adorned with his trusty spear and a dagger tucked into his wrap, takes on the crucial role of scout, swimming at the forefront of the group. His weapon of choice, a sleek and sturdy spear, is poised to strike at a moment's notice, ready to defend against any threats that may emerge. The gleaming blade of his dagger serves as a versatile tool for close-quarters combat or precise underwater tasks.

I can hear Hunter grumble, ‘Useless Human’ under his breath as he makes quick work of joining Salara who is already deep into battle. Launching through the air, we tackle a wolf that was about to pounce on Salara’s back while she was unaware. Hunter makes quick work of the wolf, going straight for the throat and snapping its neck with no remorse. The wolf shifts back into it’s human form, causing us to pause when we are left staring at the lifeless body of Josiah, one of our missing pack mates.

Hunter felt the gush of wet blood before the searing pain. As Hunter lurched sideways, Hotuaekhaashtait grabbed hold of Hunter’s exposed, untamed locks, and used them to snap his head backwards. Without a second thought, Hunter sheared through his trapped hair (the source of his lineage, his heritage, and which his mother had told him to never cut) and pulled away just in time to avoid the keen edge of the knife whooshing by his exposed throat.