Hunterxhunter 37 Novels & Stories

“I'm a fucking werewolf hunter now.” Once the other orders are cancelled, they make their way to the only manufacture in the country to make live silver bullets. “You boys are werewolf fantasy writers?” The owner asks as they enter the warehouse. “No, we are police detectives so we can transport this much live ammo,” Huck says, flashing his badge and credentials. “Makes sense, so you doing it for your girls?” The guy chuckles. “And my boyfriend,” Sawyer says, with a smile. “Lucky guy,” One of the box loaders winks at Sawyer.

Each of the ones we’ve found so far was wearing a mask that matched theirs, a clear indication they were aware of what was going to happen. “He’s not wearing white.” Chase’s words cut through the silence, drawing my attention. I look at him, trying to understand. “They knew, whether by talking to each other or someone else. Somehow, he’s got a black overall on. What numbers were there in the hunters?” Chase continues. Jax sighs, seeming to realise Chase is right. “Thirty-seven. So, we’re looking for someone with thirty-eight or higher.”

Then static. Then the hunter speaks again, his voice clipped. “He has gone dark, sir. Gone cold. Not even our strongest scryers can detect his aura anymore. He is, ahem, well protected.” The screen flickers with internal noise as Xavier straightens in his chair, rage simmering in his jaw. “Protected by what?” he growls. The hunter hesitates. “We don’t know.” “Useless,” Xavier snarls, slamming his fist onto the marble table. “Years of tracking. Funds. Blood. All for nothing?!” The hunter speaks again, clearly shaken. “There’s… something else.” Xavier’s growl deepens.

“I—” My gaze darts around the room. Connor, Justin, and Nate look riveted. Jesse is subtly encouraging me to say yes. Everyone’s attention is on us except for the bartender wiping the counter as if something like this happens every day. I turned my gaze back to Hunter, who says, “Thirty thousand. And don’t think about him, between me and you,” he leaned and whispers into my ear, “he’s been eager to fuck you too, but is too shy to say it.” I glance at Dante. “I doubt that.” Hunter sits back in his chair and laughs. “She doesn’t know, does she? This is beautiful.” He glances back at Dante. “It makes me want her even more.”

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

Gripping Vale’s hand for a dramatically excited handshake, Hunter burst out laughing again—something he’d do whenever he was issuing a death threat. “Indeed!” He ignored Vale’s hard wincing of pain and slapped another hand to cage that poor Beta hand and deliver his message. “Isn’t it great? All three of us, bonding like we used to!” Vale couldn’t believe his ears. “Three of us?” And Hunter gleamed quietly. “Yes.” He looked over, and those ember eyes locked with mine. “Us. Alone in that box.” “No!” Vale snatched his hand back. “You said it’ll just be me and my wife!”

Xandra climbed the steps to the first floor and looked for her three companions. Because of their sheer size and the proportions of their shoulders, they weren't difficult to find. Her hunter stature clearly set her apart from the other club-goers, and Christian's light-blond hair and his cinematic appearance usually attracted a large number of admirers.

Dustin rasped. Nadine listened as he cursed her rapidly. After Dustin had finished, his eyes closed and his breaths came in gasps. Nadine threw her clothes back on and walked up to Dustin, “This is the only way I can help you.” She said as she pulled the trigger, shooting him in the heart twice. Three bullets, one dead lycanthrope. * * * Nick Law sighed as he approached a cave deep in the woods. There, three middle-aged men and one man who was about Nick's age were waiting for him.

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.'

While Vicoliz was busy pulverising the face of Finite, Bella decided to question Naomi. "Tell us what we need to know?" "Well I once belonged to a group called Hunter X. The main purpose of the group was to have control over Asia, and we killed most who stood in our way. We eradicated most supernaturals who stood in the way of our leader, and hunted those that our leaders believed will pose future threats. In short The Hunter X group is the only group of Supernaturals alive in the whole of Asia" Naomi elucidated with a sad face.