Hunting The Hunter Novels & Stories

One day he decided to walk into the woods and no one has ever seen him since. My name is Lucas Harrison. I am considered the best tracker and hunter in the town. Not only animals but also Paranormal beings. All-day and all night, people in our town searched, lighting the way with flashlights and lanterns. Searching with dogs and carrying shotguns. It all seemed like a horror movie waiting to happen.

For her and her Kingdome she had to kill. A drop of water dropped at her hands and it started raining washing away all the stains of blood from her face. Just then she heard a loud cry. “Ahhhhhhh.” Shama felt as if she knew the voice. It seemed like Ansh’s voice. Shama’s eyes went wide at the realisation. It’s been too much time since they were trapped in this room. The owner of haunted house was also with the assassins. “ANSH” Shama shouted as she heard his voice.

Then, out of that void, a figure stepped forward. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Clad in black leather that seemed to absorb the moonlight. His face was hidden beneath a hood, but his presence—goddess above, his presence—was suffocating. It pressed against me the way Damon and Lucas’s dominance did, only sharper, like knives instead of claws. “Finally,” the hunter said, his voice low and smooth, carrying a deadly calm. “The fated wolves, united in one den. How generous of you to gather.”

What followed would be the inevitable days of sex and closing feasts before they took their mates home for their tribes to welcome. The second group of hunters was searching more slowly for a scent that would knock them over. They needed to find the one scent that would tell them which prey was their mate. They were taking their time, searching the grass and brush. When one of those hunters found the scent, he would take off at a dead sprint, a cheer going up around him as he found a trail to chase. Every hunter knew they had a prey in the Hunt due to the new rules, but not every hunter had seen their prey in the starting line. Some hunters had to work to get a scent of the trail they would

the hunter said. And then he bring put his little dagger which was sparkling over the sun. "No! No! Stay away from me!" Anna started screaming when the hunter brought out the dagger. But the hunter still did not mind he first of all stares at the dagger and then smell it. While he started coming after Anna and Anna as well increased her voice while shooting. At the same time she was also crawling backwards as her hands and legs are tied up. But when she saw how serious the hunter is she then closed her eyes while screaming.

Claire interrupted, “What exactly is a Hunter?” He took a deep breath, steadying himself. “A hunter is a type of human who was or is a Mythical bounty hunter. They have enhanced skills; fighting abilities, enhanced senses. I think one or both of your parents were Hunters. Especially after seeing you in action. Haven’t you ever wondered how you could fight and keep up with the wolves and vampires in your coven and pack? Love, you ARE A HUNTER.”

But I can't, just couln't open my mouth to be certain of this disbelieving! And I begun to doubt everything... “Where did this confussion begun?” I give up the thought of fighting to able to move again. This is strange and I know I couldn't just remain shock and fear for unknown. Hunter reluctant to part but he made his way to the trees that made up the border. He says, “I'll be back. Stay still and you'll be fine...” There's a trace of madness in his eyes when he didn't even look back. It directly glance at the bowing trees, that this time bumping so hard to the ground. A boom could be understatement, not adds up the dust that as if trying to escape the place.

[Vanessa] Hunter moves through the crowd with the practiced skill of someone who has been in combat zones–he sees a target and he approaches it with speed and stealth. He is no longer seems to care that much about our mission, or about whether or not Cherry is waiting in the back in a maid’s uniform–he has one thing on his mind, and it isn’t espionage.

It was just after 3am in the morning when Hunter arrived at the address which Adrian had sent to him a few days ago. He had come prepared with a crowbar, gun, and sharp knife, leaving no room for errors. The house was on the outskirts of New-York city, hidden behind tall hedges. Hunter stepped out of his car and quietly made his way up the driveway. He tampered with the security camera that was outside and switched it off before he unlocked the closed door with a crowbar and opened it quietly, not wanting to wake up his opponent.

"Shut up and watch." "What now!" Huffing I directed my gaze at the people. They looked like normal hunters with black dresses and guns in their hands until my eyes fell on the thing they hunted laying in the ground. I gasped as my hand went up to my mouth. It was a man, precisely a forest ranger judging by the khaki uniform he wore. "They are no hunters, they are criminals," Hunter whispered from behind me. "Come on, we have to go before they notice us." I nodded, my mind was still frozen.