Hunters Quotes Funny Novels & Stories

I asked jokingly that they stood back. "It's the duty of the hunters to hunt while you stay in your fancy castle and..." He paused as I flickered my lashes at him. "Go on? You're sounding funny" He swallowed and then gnashed his teeth as though constraining himself not to speak vile. He's lucky I don't want the hunters to paint an image of me who gets pissed off easily that I'd blow his head off. "I still wonder who's the ruler here" I said and they were all quiet but I burst into a chuckle.

“They like to make Hunts fun but don’t mistake that for fair.” I looked at down at his bare feet, which were gashed and bloody, although it hadn’t slowed his stealthy sprint through the woods: it’d been me who’d done that. I tilted my head to listen for whoops and howls, but the woods were still silent. “Hmm, I still don’t hear your butthole pack.” “If you could hear them,” Moon raised his eyebrow, “what type of hunters would they be?” “You know, ones like in the movies?” I huffed. Moon still didn’t lower his unimpressed eyebrow. “I take it when they catch us, they don’t shout, “You’re It”, and then it’s our turn?”

Austin said. "Whatever crazy ass" Leo said Mr Hunter was sitting at his table glaring at us when Leo, Austin, and I walked into detention. Austin, being the crazy assassin he was, waved at Mr Hunter, giving him the biggest snarky smile I had ever seen, Leo and I laughed at his antics. "Do you find anything amusing, Miss Marcos?" Mr Hunter asked, "No, Mr Hunter, I just remember a joke," I replied because my brain couldn't think of a better response as I heard Austin laugh from being me.

I can’t bear to smile anymore. * “What did you think?” Hunter asks me. He still has that annoying little smile. I can see a profile of it as we rest, back in his Ferrari. “It was very... Well, weird, fun, crazy, beautiful and tiring,” I babble. “I told you it would be a piece of cake.” His smile of victory and mockery is the most charming of all. “Strange and fun,” he repeats, laughing. “I'm starving.” I look at him with puppy-dog eyes.

All of these hunters were less than any of us even on our very worst day. “I was screaming to get your attention,” I deadpanned, raising an eyebrow as if that was obvious. That struck him just like a physical blow. Score one for me. I internally grinned as his face reddened. Where was the camera when I wanted one? “You really must be a glutton for punishment,” he hissed lowly, attempting to sound more intimidating than he actually was.

“What?” “That was so senti-fucking-mental, I almost cried,” Hudson said. “You can slap your meat to it later,” Hunter said and Hudson barked out a rough laugh and shook his head. “Fuck, I just choked on my own spit,” Ethan said as he laughed. “Thank fuck you’re switching families, let the Russians deal with you,” Hudson said and Hunter laughed. “You’ll miss me, big guy.” “Yeah, I will,” Hudson said with a sly smile. “Nobody else gets my juices flowing like you. I always feel particularly murderous after spending time with you.”

I inquired, hoping that it was as dull as dishwater out there. Lucas's brows furrowed as he took a seat on the log beside me. "Stop worrying. They'll be fine," he assured me. That's not what I asked. "Don't do that," I pointed out his error. "Please don't deflect my question. I specifically asked if it was quiet out there, and your response was 'don't worry.' Of course, I'm going to worry." Lucas sighed with resignation. "What do you want me to say? That they crossed paths with hunters?" My food churned in my stomach. "Did they?" I dreaded the answer to my query, but not knowing the outcome felt much worse. Lucas nodded, making me swallow thickly. "Yes, but no one was hurt. That's why I told

His eye widens as he let out a chuckle and shook his head. "What? I'm extra serious, I'm going to be a ninja, and then go on missions and kill people, like bammmm" I made a finger gun and shot at random people. I pointed my finger gun towards an old lady that resembled queen Elizabeth the great, and she looked at me with a horrified face. I snickered, and grabbed the butter knife from the table, and put it on my neck looking at her again, and ran it over my neck, and laughed as her eyes widen and her jaw dropped and she hurriedly starts to pick up her things. Awh man. The big guy up in the sky, please forgive me. I heard Hunter laughing as well and grinned in contentment. "Very mature of you

I replied. “Work? What is it that you do?” He asked me. I saw a sly smile form on my lips before I answered. “I’m a big game Hunter.” I said. And I watched as Damien's eyes widened. He had no idea what I would answer this question with, but I assume it surprised him that I didn't make something up.

He asked in a smart-ass tone. The only response he got back from my mates was a low growl. I could not believe my ears and the things I was hearing. I had heard the whispers and conversations about hunters while I was cleaning around the packhouse. They are cold-hearted, ruthless, sadistic, killing monsters that hunt down the supernatural for sport and then brutally torture them for days on end before finally killing them.