Hunter Toh Fanart Novels & Stories

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.

Taking a deep breath, she waited for him to continue. “The hunter’s moon prophecy is commonly believed to be a prophecy of the gods. But the dragons have a stake in it, too, and his name is Rodyn.”

Taken couldn't stand to be near normal people without killing them, so if one of us was safe, we all were. He was dressed in dark grey, with leather boots and a matching utility belt that hung at his waist. A gun sat at each hip, separated by a flashlight and a short sheathed knife. I looked up at his face and cringed. His skin was the tannest I'd ever seen, his blue eyes sharp and cold. He had a half sun tattooed on the side of his face, stretching from his right temple down to the tip of his jaw. "Where are you headed?"

High cheekbones and a very very sexy lips with an equally straight nose. So freaking beautiful. My breath caught and my heart seemed to be not functioning properly. It kept stuttering, beating out of time. As he stepped in he completely ignored my presence. Three steps ahead, he turned and looked in my direction, who was beside the shop's door and the most cornered place beside the window. He turned and I could see the tattoo that ran up on the side of his face, like a carving of some kind, so beautiful. He surpassed the hot meter. He could be in a magazine, posing and the article will be titled, 'Dark angel spotted nearby.'

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.

she teased, biting her lip as she lifted the fabric of his shirt, until something between his tattoos, near his chest, caught her attention "Hey, wait... What is it?" "I told you." he smiled, as she ran her fingers over the new tattoo on his skin that was still no more than a few lines without shading or depth, but she could already understand what image it was forming "We, wolves, have the habit of immortalizing those we love in our skins. And it's been too long for me to do this with the person I love most." Hunter kissed her temple "So while I was having a long meeting with the cougars today, I ended up asking one of the pack's tattoo artists to do the first sketch for me. Don't worry, it

Alpha Hunter seems like the type who loves art, and he has so many of them in here. There’s one of a child holding his shadow and running. I’m interested in that one. It pulls me in. I run my finger down the frame of the painting, wondering what it means to him. My hands land on one of the other paintings. It seems ancient but surprisingly well maintained. Alpha Hunter must have spent many hours getting lost in the pictures.

I said while fiddling my fingers. "You do not have to thank me. I'd happily eliminate every last one of those cowards from the entire region," he said tightly. I noticed his jaw was set and couldn't help but take in his features. His black hair feathered across his eyebrows and I watched as he ran his hand through it to brush it away from his eyes. His full lips were set in a frown as if he was picturing eliminating the witch hunters in his mind. I also noticed the tattoo that ran from his neck and down to his shoulder. The abstract design framed a triple goddess moon symbol with a dagger that impaled the inner circle. This brought my thoughts back to the night before and Tor's magnificent p

I repeated using a more seducing voice as I trailed my finger along his jaw. Okay, so I’m getting something out of this that isn’t just the answers I seek. This lets me touch The Hunter without it going anywhere sexual. I know you think I’m in denial, but I know myself, and there is no way I’d succumb to a Hunter, let alone this one. “Do you plan to continue teasing and toying with me until I tell you?” He arched an eyebrow. “It is entertaining.” I shrugged. “So the longer I stay quiet, the longer your ass is in my lap, and you’re touching me?” He mused.