Hunter The Reckoning Character Sheet Novels & Stories

he commented. What if Hunter has been killed by Malia and Alpha Callum?

he chuckled. One of them had short blond hair, while the other one had a long, distinctive scar down his right cheek. “That’s not creepy,” I spat. They chuckled. “It’s not wrong for friends to check up on other friends.” “How did you find me?” My voice cracked. The blonde one barked out a laugh. “I’m a Hunter. It’s in my blood to find wolves. You wouldn’t know that because you’re only half.” I swallowed in response. Crap.

he said, and I looked at him, surprised. "Yep, I tested her, and she passed. She is John Hunter's daughter, alright. Her brain is like her father's brain. Her memory is unbeatable." He confirmed. "How?" I asked. "She read and summarised six hunter's grimoires in two days. She can tell you everything about eliminating werewolves, vampires, and witches. Her assimilation skill is very high. Are you sure you want me to train her because once that dam is opened, there will be no shutting it?" He said, and I stared at him, thinking, how could a human being read and summarise six grimoires in two days? I was proud of Karen.

The doctors claimed that the chance of him ever waking was less than impossible. It took everything in me not to smile as I saw the look of fury on Hunter's face morph to the point that he was absolutely murderous. I attempted to console and comfort him. However, Hunter had gone off the ledge. I saw firsthand why he's called the Reaper. This was the exact reaction I needed him in order for my plan to be successful. Though I knew the next stage of my plan would not be nearly as easy to complete. Damian Stone had turned into a formidable opponent. His hacking abilities make him a far stronger opponent than any of us combined. I needed to be careful as to how we approached this. While Damian ma

I needed to gain their trust so stopping some hunters would make them trust me. We spent the next few days planning our attack on the hunters. I shared everything I knew about their operations and their movements. We scouted out their place and made a plan to take them down. As the day of the attack approached, I found myself growing more and more anxious. This was it, the moment of truth. I could finally use this opportunity to get my revenge, but at what cost? And get them to trust me. I wasn't ready to lose this opportunity. When the day finally came, we were ready. We stormed into the hunter's hideout, our weapons drawn. The fighting was fierce, but we held our own. I could feel my heart

ATK-650 STR-217 DEF-500 DEX-100 Speed-69 AGI-69 Mana-300 INT-60 [Skills- Perception(Mystic) Stealth(Disaster) Advanced Vision Demise(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic) Ambush(Unique) Capture(Mystic) Humanoid Form(Lost Magic) Aura of Fire(Unique) Shadow Blink(Unique)] Well, well, well, I guess the assassin of our team has been found. Your genes are predisposed to assassination, my god! It seems impossible to say no to that after seeing your skillset and stats, so I'd like to know if anyone has any objections.

This was the sort of assignment she'd been waiting for, a chance to show her boss, Mr Francis Wells himself, Jake's father, that she could be more than just the run-of-the-mill slayer. She might even be able to nudge her way into the elite team from this assignment, which had always been a dream of hers. "I think you should go, Jake," she tried to soften her tone, "I'm tired and I have a lot of paperwork to read." The hurt look on Jake's face did make her feel guilty this time, but he needed to know he'd crossed the line. This is what she'd been working towards since she had started training to be a hunter.

I ran my hand through my hair in frustration, “Why are you here?” “Aubrey got back to me five minutes ago,” he took a seat, “Hunter has been sighted going towards murder valley every day for the past three weeks. No one accompanies him except a few choice guards and his new Beta.” “What happened to the old one?” it was Jake who asked “They had a falling out and Hunter took his head as a prize.” He turned back to me, “Aubrey tells me that she is 90 percent sure that Charlotte is there. She has her sources and although she won’t tell me who they are- I trust her.”

I told him just in case the hunter gets the wrong idea here. “Got it. Catherine Grey. Blood Moon Pack.” He replied as he said those words slowly, as if he was carving her name hard inside his head. I nodded subconsciously. “Wait. Tell me this hunter’s name.” “Oh you’ll remember him easily. His name is Hunter.”

By the second day, Rhett had burned through half his contact list. He’d called bikers, fences, even a bail bondsman who owed the Vipers a favor. Every time, the answer was the same. Don’t know her. Never seen her. Sorry, brother. Rhett’s fist slammed against the clubhouse payphone, the metal rattling on its chain. “Somebody’s lying,” he muttered under his breath. “You’re wound too tight, kid.” Hawk’s voice drifted from the doorway. He leaned there, cigarette dangling from his lips, eyes sharp but not mocking this time. “Not every road’s got a map. Some stories don’t want to be found.”