Hunting Hitler: The Final Chapter Mga Nobela at Kwento

We do our stupid thing to see who can eat the most slices of pizza, and this time he wins over me. “You went the whole day without eating, right?” I tease him. “After the other day, I had to change my strategy.” He speaks as if caught. “You’re the OG glutton.” We smile at each other. “I love you,” Hunter whispers in my ear. He leaves the bed to shower and dress to go out as next week is the last championship and he needs to concentrate. I look out the window and watch the silver Porsche pull out into the street. I go into the bathroom and turn on the shower. I let the water fall like a waterfall and drench me all over. I wash my hair with the shampoo Hunter has left there for me, the same br

Like most rogues, I figured no one ever asked what he would get out of it and only asked what he could do for them. “Whatever it is you think you know, you will never really know what’s going on until it’s too late, and I’m not going to do anything to get you there any faster. So do your worst because I know the alternative would be much worse than anything some weak pathetic human could do.” I just looked at him and chuckled a little bit as I shook my head. I thought hitting that nerve would have at least given me a little leeway but I guess not. Based on his body language and his responses I can tell that first, he’s never dealt with hunters before and doesn’t see that danger that we can p

Gavin pointed out, and Marco shook his head. "I knew the man personally and this is his way. He would send forth people to weaken the strength of his targets. He would do it legally too by setting them up and pinning something on them. Unsuspecting hunters would innocently move in on the innocent people thinking they were getting justice for a crime committed. It would continue until the targets resistance are weak. Then he would strike in the final attack." Marco explained in detail. The only problem with his story is that those people were guilty of those things, and Giles was in the right. Gavin and I had done a lot of research since the Hunter's visit to my home, and everything they told

He looked down at the fallen 'god-killer', a terrifying, utterly unhinged smirk spreading across his face. The Apex Predator had found his prey. (End of Chapter 165)

“Sophia is very emotional right now. I need to go.” Once Vincent took off, I approached the window. I watched as his car sped into the night. My phone screen lit up dimly. A message came from an encrypted channel. “What’s the final confirmation? Is the Sweeper operation a go-ahead? All evidence is lined up. Once it’s set in motion, there’s no turning back.” I closed my eyes, and upon opening them, only absolute certainty remained. My finger hovered over the send button. There lay the concrete proof of Vincent’s years-long smuggling, money laundering, and connections to key murders.

Chapter 149 Final Blow *** Content Warning: This chapter might contain violence, abuse, crime, or triggering factors that may be harmful, disturbing, or traumatizing to some. Reader’s discretion is advised. Thank you. *** Hunter was with Hector – already discussing something about the pack. He overheard Hector talking about the pack’s situation about the border or something – and he decided to come with him. Hector even tried to assure him that everything is fine, but Hunter wanted to come with him – so she had no other choice but to let him go.

He commanded and began moving towards the Chambers while the rest followed him. Meanwhile, Murphy had heard the gunshots from the Pack and he ran into the woods with Ava. The Werewolf Hunters were able to break open the door and began shooting everyone who came their way or tried to attack them. They made sure they searched the entire Pack and everyone was down. The Werewolves in the Pack were all on the ground, struggling to live except for Murphy and Ava who were still hiding in the woods. ""What do we do now? Those who were shot in their heads are dead but this one shot in their chest are still alive and struggling from Death. Give the orders" one of them said.

I sat up before my mouth fell open when Godric was tearing into the wolf who was desperately trying to escape from his claws. I scrambled to my feet, watching in awe as he took the wolf to the ground with his teeth buried deep in its neck. He bit down harder, and I flinched at the sound of bones crunching. The wolf went limp before Godric dropped it. He turned toward me, then nodded to his back. I hesitated, not moving. He grunted as he came to sit in front of me. He gently took the hem of my shirt in his bloody mouth to tug on it. I bit my lip before nodding. I carefully climbed on his back, making sure that I didn’t hit any of the open wounds he had.

He zoomed out everything except for the little white creature who was grazing and nibbling on the grass. "You can do it Swift". He heard Ming. Weighing the options and leaped on it like a lean tiger and then.. Whoosh. He landed face first on the dirt. And the hamster hopped away. It was all quiet. Everything was silent. For a while. And then. He heard a laugh more than a Wolf coughing at his back. Even he didn’t remember how many times he heard everyone laughing. Not that he mind it.

“You hesitate and it could cost you your life or the life of the hunters working with you.” I nod but I can’t focus on his words. I know the spiel. He’s said them over and over to me when he first started training me at five. By seven, he’d taken me on my first hunt. By 10, I’d killed my first wolf; a rogue that we’d tracked for weeks. We’d found him in a home, a woman dead beside him as he gorged on her flesh. It had been an easy choice…I hadn’t even winced when I pulled the trigger and ended the pitiful monster’s life.