Hunting The Hunter Novels & Stories

I tear off his left sleeve and tie it tightly above the gunshot wound, hoping that it slows the bleeding. "Then let's get on with it," I say to him. His expression is still hard, but his eyes don't have the venom in them anymore. I pick my gun and we crawl below the window. We worm our way through the apartment until we find Jules' legendary kitchen. It's more like a laboratory than a kitchen. There's no culinary material we can see, every surface is clean and everything well packed. I give Jasper Grant a quizzing look, he doesn't make any response and starts silently searching. His arm still bleeds and he holds it limply. We go around the kitchen floor looking for signs of the hidden baseme

“You’re right about Melinda not being involved though; hunters never take bribes, they have a strict code of honor. But the thing that’s bothering me is, why try to shoot at me in broad daylight? If a hunter is really after someone, they’ll simply disappear without a trace.” “That’s exactly what’s been bothering me as well.” Ace commented. “Hunter’s are very precise. They never miss a target. Then why were you shot in the abdomen only? If that hunter had gotten a lock on to your body, he could’ve shot anywhere. And they’re known to especially go for the head first. And on top of that, the man fired a few warning shots to cause commotion.” “Something doesn’t add up, Ace. Find out what it is.”

Hunter is wearing a white T-shirt with a deep V collar, and she is in a white lacy dress. There are fireworks in the backdrop. It is night. I figure it is New Year's Eve. The only thing familiar about Hunter is his gold and black Bulgari watch which is the same one he was wearing the night we met at the pub. And his smile is the most passionate, even though he is looking directly at the camera. I take the photo and the brush and sit down on the big bed. While combing my hair, I stare at the two people in the picture. I wonder why she left Hunter. They look so good together. They look happy and wonderful. That makes a lump in my throat.

Ramsy boasted. Delta Ramsy mustered little heed to Higgins' pitiful state as the spat to the soon to-be corpse in his wake. Hunters were members of the resistance, who were mostly humans that had their only goal to be liberating their people and domineering the greater mass of carnivorous beast that desired to usurp any attempts they made to establish a system like theirs or breed enough to try. Higgins' life was dangling on a thin thread, his hands laid across the two ends of the baracade by chains anchored to his wrists and a weakened resolve from that death that just insisted on taking its time before truly drawing the life out of him.

She and the baby now felt safe in his arms so they slept without a care in the world, not worrying about the world. But Hunter had other plans in his mind when he dropped his mate in the car. He released a loud whistle in the forest, the sound echoing in the quiet air for a while. Soon, a group of savage wolves emerged from the trees approaching him at a slow steady pace until they were right in front of him. He threw a certain cloth on the ground, watching them adopt a submissive stance in front of him before he ordered them, “Go and track down the man with this scent. I want you to bring me his body, dead or alive.”

he pulls her up with force. "What plans? Let go!" Sophia pulls her hand from his grip. "You think you can have all that much money in your name and still find true love? It was acting goddammit." He cocks his gun, "Now this is the real deal. You're coming with me." "Joe was right," cold chills run down Sophia's spine."You're..." Bang! The Hunter falls to the ground with a bullet in the back of his head. "Somehow I knew you'd come to see him," Gunner smirks at her. By now he has a bandage wrapped around his head. "Turn around. Hands behind your head. And one step at a time. I'm not The Hunter."

I said, looking him directly in the eyes. “Yes, my Alpha,” he replied with a humble face, as if I forced him to hunt the beast for me. The Hunter, a seasoned tracker with years of experience under his belt, moved with a silent grace that belied his age, his keen eyes scanning the surrounding forest for any sign of our elusive prey. Together, we moved as one, a silent partnership forged in the action of necessity. With each passing moment, the tension in the air grew thicker, the weight of our mission pressing down upon us like a heavy burden.

Max was mine. “The information I gave you was accurate. I was coming over to discuss recent developments with you. This girl is being placed on a chopping board and served to us by Noctua. If the file I have in my hands is the truth, then she might be a pawn in a plan much bigger than we thought.” I backed into my chair and stared thoughtfully into my father’s still-red eyes. “Now, my two questions for you are how are vampire hunters still roaming this earth when you promised the entire congregation that they had been dealt with after Mother’s death, and who the fuck is Edward Ravenwood?”

The young woman trembled, her whole body shaking from fear. “Why don’t you let her go and deal with me instead?” Hunter said, his voice calm but with an edge. As he spoke, he subtly signaled to one of his teammates, silently instructing him to rescue the reporter. “We can work this out,” Hunter continued, taking a step forward. “You don’t need to drag an innocent person into this.” His left hand was tucked behind his back, hiding the knife he gripped tightly. The man smirked, shaking his head. “Don’t even try it. I’m not falling for your tricks!”

he chuckled. One of them had short blond hair, while the other one had a long, distinctive scar down his right cheek. “That’s not creepy,” I spat. They chuckled. “It’s not wrong for friends to check up on other friends.” “How did you find me?” My voice cracked. The blonde one barked out a laugh. “I’m a Hunter. It’s in my blood to find wolves. You wouldn’t know that because you’re only half.” I swallowed in response. Crap.