Novel & Cerita Hunter Series Book

If he said he saw a dire wolf, the same hooded female, then… "Where is she now?" He knew. "The library," Hunter replied. I nodded. Started to walk away, then paused, turning slightly to face Hunter. "Thank you," I said, my voice softer than usual. "You should rest up. You've done enough already." With that, I left the study. ——— I pushed open the library door, my eyes immediately finding her. She was scrambling to hide something, her movements just a touch too frantic to be casual. In her hands was a book on pack history – a painfully obvious attempt at innocence.

My eyes met with the highly in demand book that everyone seemed to want as it laid on the ground near the vampire. I picked it up without any second as I struggled to maintain its raw power within my hands. I could feel all of the magic radiating off of it in bulks but I still held onto tight. His eyes met mine just as I took hold of the book before he attempted to pry it out of my hands. “Hand it over , Hunter…this is none of your concern,” I could hear the underlying threat within his words but I didn’t care. “No! This seems to be the reason for all of this bloodshed and carnage. Why did you kill all of those people on the bus huh? Who are all these people after you and why do they want th

The warm water felt so good, I almost forgot to hurry, but I wanted to be ready to go in case something happened, so I rushed and dried off and got dressed in a clean Hunter outfit. My sister turned her IAC back on as I was putting my wet hair up, so I went ahead and attempted to search Hamish’s brain for information about who might be interpreting the book for Holland. It was hard because he knew so many people. He wasn’t thinking about anyone trying to help Holland with anything. In fact, he was cursing the Vampire Queen’s name for abandoning him and putting him in this position to begin with. I couldn’t really blame him there.

said Kyra. "The code of hunters, 'we hunt those who hunt us, and the 'us' are the humans," said Cael. "And that code is for all the supernaturals." Everyone turned their backs to see Tyler approaching them. It surprised Kyra when Cael held her hand and slightly pulled her closer to him. Kyra looked at Cael. "Did you watch the news on TV?" Tyler asked. "Yeah. Raven called an ambulance last night," said Damon. "The murderer is supernatural?" Tyler asked.

They stopped before me, the engines coming off one after the other. Henrique Crimson Sparrow took off his helmet, his short strawberry blonde visible under the full moon's light. He had a scar running down his chin. He smiled, stepping off his bike. “You nuts have a death wish, Xavier? Coming here alone?” I smiled back, a cold smile devoid of any humor. “Who says I’m alone?” Henrique Crimson Sparrow looked confused, and looked around the space. Henrique followed my movements with his eyes. Then, the forest came to life.

a mercenary growled, kneeling on my chest and pressing his knee down hard against my sternum. I struggled beneath his weight, trying to twist my body, but I couldn't get leverage with my hands locked behind me. I glared up at him, breathing heavily, mud and cold water dripping down my chin. He reached down to his tactical belt, pulling a pneumatic injector from its pouch. He primed the seal with a loud click, then pressed the nozzle against the side of my neck, right next to my scent gland. "No—" I choked out. He squeezed the trigger.

Being a girl bounty hunter had advantages, and people often underestimated me, which worked to my benefit. After locking my apartment door behind me, I trailed my fingers along the wall until I found the light switch. “Honey, I’m home!” I called out humorously into the space, trying to lighten my mood. I lived alone in a small bachelor pad where the living room, kitchen, and bedroom were all in one area. My Murphy bed, which was neatly made, doubled as a library and storage unit when folded up. I had a few books on it, including a crime novel I read during sleepless nights.

“But she probably knows where their home base is, and friends her ex was close with. That’d give IT and scouts something to run with.” “Are they still considered your ex if they are dead?” I chuckled. Cody laughed. “I think the murder part constitutes a breakup, personally.” I walked over to one of the bookshelves that surrounded my office. Hunters had been the one topic it had been glaringly difficult to find information on. For the most part, we only had names of key hunters and tactics they used. They were incredibly skillful at running under the radar. Hell, Trevor didn’t even realize a Marsan had been under his nose for weeks.

Fear overtook me as I thought of Dorian, fighting against these hunters. As I read, the hunters were brave, skilled, and often paid a heavy price for their work. But they continued on, driven by a sense of duty and a desire to protect the innocent humans from the horrors that lurked in the shadows. The soft rustle of pages turning the only sound in the stillness. As I delved deeper into the book, I felt my heart race with anticipation, my breath catching in my throat as I followed the hunters on their perilous journeys through the moonlit wilderness.

Including Hunter, there were only four of them while the enemies were nine in number. All the enemies shifted at once as they attacked. Hunter has no choice but to shift as well. With a low growl, he charged at the two werewolves plunging at him. He was able to rip the neck of the first one at the cost of the second werewolf digging his claws into Hunter's waist. Grunting he pierced his canines into the neck of his assaulter and ripped the piece of flesh out as its body fell with a thud. He couldn't scent that other guy who ran off with Silvia anymore.