Hunter The Reckoning Character Sheet Novels & Stories

Finally, with one last desperate attempt to break free, the brute collapsed, lifeless. Hunter stepped off the brute’s back, his breathing heavy but controlled. He kicked the body aside, sending it sprawling to the ground. Then, he turned his gaze to Giovanni’s group. For a moment, Giovanni froze, his smirk fading as he caught sight of Hunter’s face. His eyes had changed—now glowing with a striking golden hue, tinged with emerald, burning with fury. Despite the punishment he had endured earlier, Hunter stood tall, his presence commanding and unbroken.

“I was jealous once of your mother because, during the hardest time Adam and I ever went through, she was in the arms of my first love. I hated my mate for siding with my brother and longed to be back in Timothy’s arms.” “How did you deal with it?” “I sunk myself into the sleuth, grieving with them, leading them, and healing them. You are not meant to be a healer, Osprey. You are an Alpha, and Alphas need to hurt and destroy stuff. They need to hunt, kill, and be the best. That’s why you fight the boys that like Scarlett because you know she is yours and you can’t stand the thought of anybody else having her, just like your father felt for your mother. The sleuth had never eaten better than

Everyone was dead, but me. Turning back, I finally put a face to the voice. Her skin was covered in freckles and her hair was a wild brown, like she had stuck her finger in a socket. She was carrying a gun in her hands, but what stood out to me was her outfit. I’d seen it once before, in school. It was the Hunter’s uniform. The patch on her arm confirming it. Hunter’s were mercenaries for hire. Killers for hire, really. The non-magical in the supernatural world. They once were on a death march against all supernaturals, but now they were just raised on how to kill them and were sold to the highest bidder.

Alistair crouched beside me and brushed a loose strand of hair away from my face. “Before you convince yourself that you know him,” he said quietly, “understand this. Hunter is a devil. He feels no pity for anyone, he cares about no one. To him, everything is a game…. And that includes you.” My lips trembled.

Matron Aldar greets us at the foot of the Guild Mountain, as we climb upwards, we’re joined by Ophelia, Leita, and Kiran, along with another young woman who introduces herself as Hunter Prairie. “Hunter will be joining us on our quest,” Kiran gushes. “She’s a protector and an absolute pro at that. Hunter would be of more use than all of us combined when battling against the devil.” Hunter blushes under the compliment. “Please, you’re exaggerating. You’re all powerful in your own ways. But I will do my best to help, Alpha Rexellen.” “Thank you very much,” I say sincerely. “Your assistance will be most appreciated, considering how you are all risking your lives in the name of my mate.”

After a few minutes, I plunge into her one final time, letting my cock pulse inside her with my release. “Clean yourself up and then be waiting on the bed for me when I return.” She just nods. I redress and head to my study. When I enter, I seem him sitting in front of my desk, he looks nervous and I can smell the fear on him. He’s not even trying to hide it. “Well… how close is the lead hunter to death?” “Sir, I’ve come to learn he been stored… completely.” What? Restored? How can this be. I have worked too long for this plan to fail.

"The visual is incredible, but it's going to make the traction on the Northern Hunt Path absolute hell tomorrow. I ordered Hosk to double-wrap his layers and pull into a secure checkpoint if his vitals start dropping in the cold. He likes to act like he’s a young pup fresh out of the academy, but he’s far from it. Not that his pride lets him admit it." "An old pack veteran?" I asked, testing the waters. Subtly, or so I hoped. I could easily just access the main terminal and run his name through the High Alpha Registry or the Independent Territory Logs on the War Room shelves. But my wolf felt a strange resistance to analyzing him like a piece of data.

I sucked in a breath and nodded. He was right. The outline was nothing compared to the shading as he colored in the design… which I still had yet to see. I flinched at the pain. The feeling was more annoying than actual pain. It was like a constant stinging or burning that never seemed to end as it dragged across my skin over and over again. It felt like talons were digging into sun burnt flesh, already scorched and in need of reprieve. Now and then, he wiped away the ink and blood but always returned with his head lowered in stoic form. His face was a wall of complete concentration, hand perfectly steady. Maybe that’s why he was such a great hunter. Firm. Stable.

“She’s been at the capital for weeks with them. They probably know by now. Besides… even if she hadn’t rejected me, her grandfather would never let her come back to me now.” “If we bring him proof,” Hunter stated. “If we bring him the head of that bastard.” I chuckled bitterly. “How do you plan to accomplish that?” I asked. “I won’t be much help. Rhonen is practically feral… Face it. I’m already a dead man. The only thing you need to worry about is getting yourself out of here. I’d rather not die with your death on my conscience as well.” “I can’t make any promises.” Our heads popped up to see Hank standing in the doorway once again. “I avoid unnecessary deaths but he is a witness.”

Tacamorga is summoned to my war room, he is my Head Hunter, and I am very proud of him, his fetes are unlike any other in my ranks, he's huge, even more so than I am at least 6 ft 8" and built like a tank, his skin is littered with scars and tattoos and he wears a Red eye patch over his right eye, he says it helps him focus and shoot better at his target, he is a man of very few words, I saved him from descending and he has been faithful to me ever since. It is obvious if he was on his way down to the depths it means he did not live a good life while he was living and judging from his skills, he was either a bounty hunter, assasssin or just a murderer for sport either which way it works out