Romans & histoires Kurta Hunter X Hunter

My stomach dropped. "What?" He nodded. "I hired investigators to find you after you dared to run from me that morning. It took them a week to find you." Something was slamming hard against my rib cage in a really violent way. I knew what it was. My heart. "I found out who you were—Matteo Leone, a twenty three year old bisexual man, living in your father's house like a prisoner." He leaned forward slightly. "I learned everything about you—your urm... useless family, and your situation within hours of funding you."

I blurted. “Get them out or you're dead,” he threatened. “Careful,” I said softly. “Don’t try it.” My men stepped off their bikes, cracking their knuckles, their eyes changing colors. “We are not easily cowed, Xavier!” Henrique shouted, unzipping his jacket. His chest puffed out under the grey shirt. “We are wolves too, in case you've forgotten. I am an Alpha too of this pack, just like you.” “I know that,” I said. I could feel my nails growing longer and sharper, becoming thick daggers. “But there are levels to this game, Henrique.”

Nevertheless, he asked politely, “May I know what it is about the Hunter Organization that you wish to tell me?” “Well, not much. I just want you to know that we didn’t abandon Zandor. We are gathering our strength to take it back in one fell swoop.” “We?” Mane asked. “Yes. Let me reintroduce myself. I am God King Brahman. I am the real Head of the Hunter Organization.”

His voice returned to the cold one she was used to hearing. "I think I can join you. I-I just don't... umm... have any clo-" Before the words finished leaving her lips, a hunters pair of trousers and a shirt was handed to her. "You will wear these. They are typical Hunters attire. You'll find it's easier to move and a lot less restricting than a dress." Turning to leave, he almost didn't hear her as she called his name.

Custom shotgun in hand, still smoking. Beside him, Alice Hunt. Armor matte black, face unreadable. Twin pistols raised like extensions of her thoughts. “Left side,” she said, voice calm as breath. Bang! Bang! Bang! Another werewolf hit the ground, twitching. The third figure moved behind them silent, composed. Layla. Hair tied back. Crossbow steady in her grip. No trembling. No fear. Just cold purpose in her eyes. “Where is Ruth?” she asked flatly. Zarin, bloodied and half-shifted, growled through his teeth. “She’s dead. Duke killed her.”

I could feel it, and when he tilted his head, baring his teeth in a cruel sneer, his eyes glinting, Hunter closed his eyes, exhaling. "We’re going to split up." He breathed. "What?" I hissed. "That’s Xenara Khasorin, the third prince of the empire. We’ve met before and he’s fucking lethal." Hunter explained quietly, frowning deeply. "Why am I not fucking surprised?" Theon murmured. "You two carry on, tonight it’s just him and I…" I knew splitting up wasn’t a good idea, but if Hunter was saying to do so…

An effort that Hunter has made with me. Hunter is partially sitting on the arm of my armchair, with his hair messy for having just let out a laugh that made him throw his head back, like a worry-free boy. He is wearing black pants that cover his anklet, and his arms covered by a navy blue dress shirt that folds in the curve of his elbow, revealing the designs engraved on his skin.

I gasped and I fell to my knees in the vision, holding my own chest. I felt the pain. The man finally took off his hoodie and he smiled. Mischievously. It was him. The Hunter.

I opened it and came face to face with the last person I really wanted to see. “Good afternoon, Your Highness… I was…” Princess Xana stops speaking and steps back with fear in her eyes as Hunter pushes forward and growls low, making my chest vibrate at the same time Cole releases some of his Royal aura. I scan my eyes up and down her body, noticing that once again she is wearing practically nothing, which is unbecoming for a Princess even in a Shifter Kingdom. Hunter then takes the few steps that separated us, wrapping my hand around her throat and pulling her to me as Cole hisses in her face.

KNOX Saturday started with Hunter showing up at my door at seven-forty-five wearing a tiny leather jacket over his dinosaur pajamas. He had his helmet under his arm. "Luna says she's not ready yet," he announced. "But I am ready. I have been ready." I crouched down. "You're not wearing pants." He looked down. Considered this. "I'll go put pants on," he said, with the gravity of a man making a tactical adjustment.