Hunter Toh Fanart Novels & Stories

“This is how I saw you. That’s your friend, right?” I opened it and was surprised to see a charcoal drawing. It pictured a run-down building surrounded by trees. A girl with dark long hair stood near the porch, with a huge Siberian Husky standing behind her, its back up almost to her chest, its head the same height as hers. They were both looking ahead, and they both seemed to be smiling.” Needless to say my eyes welled in a heartbeat and I nodded, rubbing my nose, eyes glued to the drawing. “His origins are what make your bond so unlikely and unique. But let it be a reminder that love can be born even in the darkest places.”

They’re using moon magic to send it back and forth. One of them notices me watching. “You want to play?” he asks. I’m surprised by how friendly and welcoming his tone is. “That’s okay,” I say. “I don’t really know how.” “You’re the one Wilder brought back, right?” the guy says. I nod. “I’m Hax,” he says. “Milo.” “Good to meet you.” It’s like he doesn't even care that I’m a hybrid. Or maybe he doesn’t know. Maybe Wilder and the High Sorcerer aren’t spreading that part around just yet. It would make sense. I’d probably keep it quiet if I was in their position.

"Are you sure about that, leader Matilda? The hunter is tricky. She always changes her appearance, therefore, it's a bit hard to find her. I also heard from her victims that she use something to hide her real scent." Kasper looks at his mom and she just nods. Kasper's mother gave him a look to just follow her command. "My son is not the leader of the alpha pack for nothing. He just needs to observe the hunter and find out who's her informant because I guess that there is a spy here in our village... Don't let your guard down, my son. And if you found an opportunity, kill the hunter!" "Yes, mother," Kasper said and bow to her. "I will accompany the alpha leader." Every one of them look at Fli

Hunter doesn't even flinch at the interaction, instead waiting for his man to reveal its contents. "¿Qué es?" Hunter asks silently so that just his man can hear him. Hunter's man removes the cap and pulls out the painting, stretching it over the desk. I see realization cross his eyes immediately. "La pintura. La Natividad." His man comments, earning Hunter's attention. For the first time since Hunter sat down, his attention no longer seemed to be on the gun before me. I feel my lungs fill with air, not realizing how much I had deprived them.

"You're one of us, right?" We heard footsteps approaching the bathroom and she immediately released me. We were standing in front of the mirror when the door opened and a blonde guy walked in. He was Aaron. He stared at us strangely and said, ``I thought i heard something, Miss Wilson." I looked at Cathy who turned to the other side. "Nothing. Get out of here. This isn't the male's bathroom." I yelled and he walked out. I turned and saw Cathy seething in anger. Her eyes had turned light blue and I went into her thoughts. 'Hunters.'

He promises, “I’ll watch anyone you like. Just, don’t let me make love to you right now.” His voice softens when he says “make love”, and I nearly cum from the rumble in his tone. Focus, Olivia. “Your turn.” I press. Some of my horniness begins slipping away. “My favourite books are comics.” He starts “Not books,” I mutter, and he huffs a laugh. “Um… My favourite music is pop. My favourite food is anything as long as it gets Talon to eat.” “Your packmate doesn't eat?” Hunter stiffens, “He’s… complicated. But no, he rarely eats.”

It must be really tiring. Hunter is not a messy man. Just now really. You can see in his bright eyes how tired he is. Next, he removed the belt he was wearing and pulled down the pants he was wearing. He threw it on the floor until all that was left were his black boxers. Maybe he likes the skinny type because it is very close to his masculinity. Hunter yawned and stretched both his arms in the air. His long hair came out from his armpits. I don't know why I turn on every time I see that. Hairy armpits are probably my fetish.

I locked eyes with Damien. “The Vampire and The Hunter.” I said. He smiled at me. “How ironic.” He replied as he ran his fingers across the mark. It sent a tingling feeling shooting through my chest. “It’s so beautiful.” I said. “It suits us perfectly.” Damien replied. “I’m going to take a bath and try and get some of my strength back.” I said. Damien nodded.

They both raised an eyebrow at me, and my Paps clucked his tongue irritably. “You do know that Callie helped to save this poor girl, don’t you, Susan?” Archer said, looking down at her. “Let’s just get on with what’s important.” “Exactly,” Torre interjected, rubbing her manicured hands together. “I’m hungry for vampire flesh. Let’s find the bastards.” Had I not kept a careful hold on my emotions when I was with the other hunters, I would have been unable to keep in my laughter. Torre was an icon, a hero to me, and ever so direct.

A creature most certainly crafted by the gods themselves. The hunter's figure was lithe, with more than a little lean muscle on her frame, evidence that she was indeed a well-seasoned warrior. Those tempting breasts that seemed to occupy my every waking thought looked even more generous without the barrier of fabric hiding them. My hands physically ached to cup them, to feel their weight once more in my grasp, but I somehow managed to hold back. A draft of cool air blew in through the bathroom window, and before my captivated eyes, dusky pink nipples hardened to stiff peaks.