Hunter The Reckoning Character Sheet Novels & Stories

“My betas are going to comb the place for leads and I’ll make sure they break everything.” “Come on man! My parents are going to kill me.” I marched out of the living room. Entitled prick, I thought. Hold on Summer. I’m coming. I’m never letting her out of my sight again. She’s never leaving my room when I have her back in my arms. *** Hunter returned to the Pack House or what was left of it when he shifted back to human form. He was useless to us because he couldn’t tell me who cursed him. I needed a name and an address because it wouldn’t take me long to kill them.

Her mind screamed, run, but her body refused to cooperate. “Who wants to know?” she asked suspiciously. “My name is Hunter Black. I run Black-Gray investigations. At the moment I’m currently working for Damien Ashdown and Jessa Reynolds. I believe you know Jessa.” “Maybe. What do you want?” “I want you to work for me.” She snorted. “Yeah, right.” “Ms Reynolds says you’re smart, tough and can protect yourself. She said you’d been teaching her some self-defense. Can you shoot a gun?”

From my peripheral vision, however, I saw Scarlet's eyes blare in relentless fury as she watched Hunter carry me in his arms. I narrow my gaze at Hunter despite the persistent urge to laugh at Scarlet's reaction. Was he ignoring her? "What are you doing?" I ask, irritation sprawling across my skin as I glared daggers at him. Again, his glowing amber eyes captivated me for a moment, my body still as he pulled me a bit closer his scent filled my nose like a plague. Blinking once, maybe twice, I study the strong and defined features of his face. His long, thick eyelashes created small shadows under his almond-shaped eyes. Tall, egyptian nose, strong jawline and beautifully chiseled cheekbones.

Well shit. I was not expecting all that. The Hunter just verbally spilled his guts and essentially bared his soul in one sitting. And of all the reasons he could be on the run, I hadn’t considered that he killed someone that high up in his guild, least of all his mother.

Ronan asked. The man flinched, just slightly, but it was enough. I saw it in his eyes—the moment he knew we’d caught on. I bent down, grabbing his hand and turning it to the side, exposing the faint mark etched into his skin. My growl rumbled in my throat. "He's a hunter." "Fuck," he hissed, the rope snapping as his claws swiped through the air where I’d just been. He bolted, but he wasn’t fast enough.

"I have a lot that I need to explain to you, and I don't want to overwhelm you. She took a deep breath and nodded at me to continue. "As I said before, I am a hunter in an organization called The Vindicta. I have been training since I was ten years old. My parents were killed in an attack by a rogue werewolf and Liam, and I were rescued by Ard’al. He took us in and was a father to us. When it came time for the trials I won. I became a hunter and I've been going on mission after mission ever since. Ard’al told me when I became a hunter that we all have one destined person, a soul mate. We already have a bond, but it won't fully form until we accept each other completely."

She seems don't mind the cut off and continued with a strange expression, “This is confidential-” “How can you say it is when you handed me a jade of information?!” She craned her neck, lost all the necessary excuses. She sigh after realizing I already frustrated. She ask with a bit of confussion, “How can the young lady realize my lies?” I sneered. “You really asking that? Really, how can you be a huntress?” She pondered about it, and it only cause my heart to shook with too much frustration. She said after, “Well, I'm not actually a huntress...”

an executioner screamed before Lawrence’s boot crushed his ribs with a sharp impact. We reached the base of the main altar in less than thirty seconds. Seeing us charging side by side, Ethan’s political smile faded, replaced by a frozen rigidity. Hunter, watching from the right flank while holding his wounded arm, let out a scream of blind rage, his yellow eyes burning with sickening jealousy as he saw the mark of the blood pact glowing on our joined wrists. “Damn usurper!” Hunter roared, trying to advance with a dagger in his left hand. “She was my servant! She should have died in the kitchen of my pack!”

"You were right. Our worlds have a huge difference. But we are human too Mr. Neal Jayden Knight. We too deserve what you deserve. I hope someday you will know why Hunter likes you so much. And let me say one more thing, you likes him too. May be you don't realise it. But I know you like him, otherwise you wouldn't have been this effected by his act." Neal looked down. He doesn't know how to reply to that statement. Maybe Ricky is right? Arjun always said he is the type of guy who easily fall for anyone. Am l that easy? He likes it when Hunter is kind and gentle, and considerate. But when he saw the Rendell yesterday, he looked nothing different from beast. Although he is a little aggressive

Mane didn’t see the dagger, so he didn’t pay it any heed. He concentrated all his efforts on the head he was holding. “Status,” he softly mumbled and proceeded to look at the physical attributes of the deceased lady. Name: Unknown Age: 33 Physical Attributes – Strength: 2.7 Agility: 3.8 Stamina: 3.2 Path: Agility Oriented New Type