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says another. Three hunters. All Male. The hunters pass within twenty feet of my hiding spot. The oldest one carries silver-tipped arrows. Another has thermal goggles strapped over his eyes. The third, and youngest, is white knuckling a handgun like it’s a life raft. “Thought these things were supposed to be monsters,” the younger hunter mutters. “So far, all I've seen is a piss poor Tarzan cosplay.” “Don’t get cocky,” the older one snapped. “The small one already killed three men before they shot him with a tranq.”

The creature that chased Hugo quickly rushed at him and attacked him, but Hugo could teleport quickly and hit its ally. ——- When they came out of the water, Tyler shook his hair with his hand. His face is serious. Kyra was staring at Tyler because he was handsome while the wet T-shirt he was wearing curved his body. “Are you alright?” Tyler asked Kyra, but Kyra didn’t answer. “You should not interfere in something that is not included in the protocol of being a hunter.” “What?” Kyra asked in shock. “What are you saying?” “I’m hungry,” said Tyler.

I would have thought that was part of his goal. “It would be nice, but it isn’t my end goal. It wouldn’t be possible to change centuries of thinking. Hunters are very ingrained that supernatural beings are monsters. It doesn’t matter what their stories are. Nothing will make most hunters empathetic to a supernatural being.” Khalid shrugged. “Yet, you’re different. Your sister and Tía, too, as they are mated to werewolves. But I can understand what you mean.” I nodded. “That would be like asking if after you take out Toño do you plan to take his place and change the ways of his clan? We both know killing him won’t bring back whoever he killed.” Khalid countered.

They’d slotted into our small-town world as easily as if they’d always been here, and I was glad they’d stayed. This was partly (and only partly) because they were two of the most normal hunters I knew. For instance, there was Torre, stood opposite me. She was the oldest hunter among us, with shrivelled brown skin and cataracts, but she swore she could take on anything that came her way – and in heels, too, if she happened to be wearing them. She slept with her hair in curlers, and once she’d staked a vampire through the heart with them in, complete with slippers on her feet and a dressing gown tossed across her shoulders.

Anna Harris Hunter is a mafia! He isn't just in it, he runs one of the most infamous mafia organization. He told me about it so calmly like it was a piece article on environmental issues in a newspaper. I had spent the whole afternoon and most of the evening thinking about the shit that have been running around me. My Dad, my ex-boyfriend and Hunter, they're all a part of this swamp, a nightmarish thought for me.

...Ace POV... Ever since I told Hunter about Sienna's real identity, he had become cold and distant. No one seemed to know what the reason was either, which was weird. It was as if he had become an entirely different person. Not that Hunter was super outgoing from the beginning, but he grew a lot worse. Instead of checking up on businesses, he started to send messages. These messages were like his calling cards. Everyone was afraid of the Reaper and terrified even to breathe wrong. Hunter had begun to kill mercilessly. There was no rhyme or reason for who he killed. It was almost like a sport for him.

I said as much to my mate. “No,” he explained. “Hunters are human, but they have certain supernatural abilities. They are born with the instinct to kill everything non-human. They don’t live in the grey. They refuse to accept that there are good and evil supernaturals - they simply kill everything that isn’t pure human.”

She found herself walking towards her and embracing the older woman, "I’m really sorry, but I don’t understand. Who in the world is that bastard that’s going to take Alice, and why can’t the biggest organization in the world cannot protect her?" She halted and let go of Clarisse as the realization hit her. There is one thing that hunters are wary of, and it was truly ironic. Hunters regard pureblood vampires as distinct from humans who have been turned into vampires. Turned vampires are like a cheap rip-off of purebloods that are still too powerful for humans to fight with.

Hunter’s Office:- Even as Hunter tirelessly worked on his job, things weren't getting easier. Besides seeking payback against Viaan, he was actively trying to fix the mess in his company—its damaged reputation and how people saw it. But, you know, they say an image is like a mirror. Once it's broken, you can't hide the cracks. Hunter faced the challenge of realizing that the fallout from his revenge plot and the issues in his company left lasting scars. No matter how hard he tried, it seemed like the problems weren't going away. The broken mirror, symbolizing his company's reputation, kept showing those cracks.

They turned men and women insane with violent exposure and ingrained belief their gods wanted this, and soon the entire race began to plunder any who stood in their way, be they immortal or not. The Hunters were a different breed altogether and could kill without emotion. Unaffected by what they did, unlike their kin and calculated in doing so. They were machines built for a purpose and did not seem to be affected by carrying out that destiny. Even while Aztecs fell to invading armies, the Hunters were indestructible and ploughed on still with their preprogramed purpose.