Romans & histoires Hunter The Reckoning Character Sheet

"The sensors are silent for now, but the Council’s logic remains active." I ignored the wet warmth spreading down my back. I hobbled toward the body of the first Hunter, my right knee groaning in its cedar splint. I knelt—a jagged, uncoordinated motion—and used my stone hand as a crowbar, jamming quartz fingers into the seam of the Hunter’s chest plate. The carbon-fiber shattered like dry kindling. I pried the tactical slate from the Hunter’s ribs, the wires snapping with a shower of blue sparks that died instantly against my waxy skin.

Hunter had given me a simple task: find the traitor, and eliminate him quietly. I wasn’t blind. I knew that even the smallest mistake could unravel everything we’d worked for, so I was meticulous. I followed the usual routes— checked in with the informants I trusted, observed the pack’s movements— but something felt off. There was a flicker of something different, something I couldn’t quite place. My instincts itched at the back of my mind, telling me there was more going on beneath the surface.

Hunter remarked as he grabbed a water bottle and took a large swig before grabbing the cord from the treadmill to plug it back into the wall. "I don't care what you do and don't want to hear. What I have to say is important, and you're going to listen to me." Hunter looked at me as if I was sporting two heads but refrained from speaking. "Sienna has agreed to fight against Deathstroke." I comment, pausing to see if he showed any recollection or not. I had a feeling he might not know who that was, so I pulled out Deathstroke's file and handed it to him. Hunter looked at me oddly, unsure as to whether he should hear me out or walk away. However, instead, he reached for the file, scanning my ey

A figure emerged from the tree line—a tall man with the unmistakable confidence of someone who thought he was in control. Benton Nye. I had only seen his picture in the dossier Hana provided on the drive from the farm to the park. His picture had been burned into my mind—a man with sharp features, dark hair, and a smirk that barely concealed his arrogance. The dossier detailed his role as the leader of the American Hunter Association, his calculated brutality, and his obsession with destroying the supernatural and avenging his mentor, Sakina Adio. He didn’t just kill supernatural beings—he studied them, broke them, and experimented on them.

At first, it was really hard, but then I felt someone full at me at the fated bond and I knew it had to be Hunter. I pushed harder and harder calling for him when I suddenly can feel him. He sounds so happy and tells me to keep push and he pulls harder until I don’t feel blocked anymore. Hunted is so happy and I feel his sorry for not being there to protect us. I don’t care, I am just happy to be back. I see shortly in his mind what happened, and that they have that fucking human in the dungeons wanting us to have a chance to get revenge, and boy will I enjoy that revenge. He is going to wish he was already dead.

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.”

Will signaled for the guard to open the door. *** Many interviews later, the plot of the hunters was becoming clearer, between the many trafficked humans were a few highly skilled hunters who were tasked with killing high ranking pack members and if it hadn’t been for the lack of true emotion in tier eyes when they fed their sob story, Will would never have discovered their true nature. “There’s no end to this fight is there?” Ethan stared out the palace window, watching the guards pace across the clearing to the vast wall Will had erected when they first took residence in the Palace as Will recounted his findings.

Trent replied. His pack gave him a look that was laden with disappointment and Nick steeled himself. He had been selected to be the Alpha before he was even in his twenties and had spent a decade and half taking care of his pack. He had never disappointed them, and he would not start now. “Fine! I'll find the hunter and when I do, I'll kill him!” Nick announced. “You'll have to show us evidence.” Dani said. “Yes! I'll bring his corpse here!” Nick said.

“Adrian’s clean, Eleanor. His file, his history – it all checks out. He’s not manipulating her. He doesn’t have a hidden agenda, no personal vendetta against Whitaker beyond what Evelyn’s investigation has shown him. He’s a tool Evelyn’s using to get answers, a shield she’s unknowingly deployed. And frankly… I’m glad she has someone like him watching her back. He’s competent.” Eleanor let out a low whistle, a soft, almost imperceptible sound of surprise. “You’re getting soft, boss. Trusting someone outside the usual parameters.” Hunter gave a mirthless, fleeting smile, a flash of his old, cynical self. “Don’t mistake caution for softness, Eleanor. Or strategy for sentimentality. I’m simply r

My stomach dropped. "What?" He nodded. "I hired investigators to find you after you dared to run from me that morning. It took them a week to find you." Something was slamming hard against my rib cage in a really violent way. I knew what it was. My heart. "I found out who you were—Matteo Leone, a twenty three year old bisexual man, living in your father's house like a prisoner." He leaned forward slightly. "I learned everything about you—your urm... useless family, and your situation within hours of funding you."