Is This Hunter For Real Novels & Stories

I could sense the tension in the room, but Hunter appeared calm and composed. Hunter is a very handsome man with a tall and masculine build, blue eyes, and jet-black hair. He is a piece of art in himself, and I don't blame the girls who find him attractive enough to fight over him. But despite his good looks, Hunter is a very loyal and trustworthy person. He has always believed in the mate bond and is always against male wolves who mess around in our pack. So, I don't believe he could mess around with Melissa.

The Hunter was there, slowly walking out, still smirking even though his face was bloodied and his steps wobbled. “You’re finally showing yourself,” he said, his voice low and mocking. “The real you.” My body was trembling, but it wasn’t fear anymore. It was rage. It was power. I stepped forward. “Tell me everything. Right now. About my parents. About me. All of it.” The hunter started laughing. He laughed so hard like I told him a joke. Then his face hardened like he never even laughed in the first place. And he wiped the blood that was on his mouth with the back of his hand.

The king boomed dangerously. Hunter breathed in deeply glancing at Violet who looked disturbed but there wasn't pain or sadness on her face. It was good he told her beforehand not to expect anything from him. "It's fake," Hunter said calmly and King scrutinized him. "Do I look like a fool to you?" Alpha Waylen menaced.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

Reaper was not very happy when he heard her that. Hunter’s girlfriend, Maleah, says that I have a broody, poetic, bad boy vibe that makes women want to tame me. To my and Hunter’s dismay, Maleah is incredibly honest. You should have seen the face that Hunter made when she told me that. I thought his head was going to explode. It still amuses me when I think about it.

I explained, but Hunter only watched me harder, crossing his arms over his chest, that raised eyebrow and a smirk. "He's not fucking movie... You talk of a man and It lacks warmth. I know you, and I know you love Theo... and you love me. I've seen the sparkle in your eyes when you're with us. But that... Damien? You talk like he's under your skin, like... you have this look in your eyes, like you've been dying to skin him alive and shit. So tell the truth," Hunter demanded. I mean, would I deceive my best friend? He could read me; he knew this was a lie from the first look, but I couldn't afford him knowing the truth. He'd try to fix it, spoil things.

There was no denying it anymore. No running from it. No pretending this was just some mistake. This was real. Painfully real. My chest tightened as the truth finally settled in. This was no joke. Hunter really is… the Alpha King.

A man on foot had broken free of his hiding spot and was gunning it after us, running at an impossible speed. I didn't need to see the light sucking black surrounding his pupils, annihilating the whites of his eyes to know what he was. I could tell by the way his arms jerked as he bounded towards us, closing the gap between hunter and prey. I slipped my gun from the holster strapped to my thigh and let off three rounds the same instant the front tire ran a hole, jarring my shots and sending them wide. "Keep it steady!"

he growled as he shook me, his fingers digging into my upper arms. “I…” I began, “I don’t know what happened. One minute, I was moving toward that monster and the next, the world felt like it dropped out from beneath my feet. I hesitated.” His eyes narrowed as though he could sense that I was lying. 10 years and I never once hesitated since the first time my father took me hunting. He said I was the perfect hunter to hunt the monsters and I never failed him. Except now.

"my family owns this house in the woods, down South where we..... go for training" "Training?" He asked. "Yeah..... you see, my family, the Winters are known for their hunting thing......" I didn't know how to make him understand "we're hunters, Collin." "Yeah," he scoffs "hunters, big deal. People still do that these days, why wouldn't I understand that?" "We hunt werewolves, Collin." He just stairs at me, his face unchanged. I'd expected for him to seem surprised and probably think I'm a freak for saying that but instead he's calm.