Novel & Cerita Micro Hunter

kay, so he gets points for having more skill than I would give a hunter credit. I always figured hunters used whatever bits of magic they picked up to hunt us down and find new inventive ways to kill us. Though I suppose being able to disguise themselves as well as Khalid’s Clark Kent glasses would help them better infiltrate and make stealth kills if their target could recognize them.

Abruptly his hands got twisted at an odd angle and he tried to fight the invisible force but failed. The guy was thrown in the air and the next thing his back hit the tree, his bones twisting painfully as that dead body fell on the floor. Hunter stumbled wincing in pain as one of the f*ckers was able to claw at his back taking advantage of his distraction. It could be Agatha, he thought. Hunter killed the f*cker who was on top of him and that was when his eyes fell on the flicker of caramel skin behind the trees far away from him.

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.

We walked and jogged for a solid two hours, all we could see is the white snow and the dead forest, we took another step, but then I heard a twig breaking behind me, I stood still, Micah walked right into me, he stopped and huffed looking at me annoyed, but I only shook my head at him, I heard another step on the snow, one that wasn't ours, my ears laid flat on my head, listening to the sound, it was coming from my left, I turned there, seeing a deer, he looked to be young. I pointed to Micah, he only nodded, I know now he's bad at hunting, but I need to do this on my own, he could help once I get him pinned down, I bent my knee and made sure that the deer couldn't see me, I was hidden with

Timothy unlocked the safe and I immediately reached past him to grab my rifle. I slowly met each one of their eyes. “Count to ten and come find me.” I dashed towards the woods and after glancing behind me to make sure they weren't there, I darted to the left. I ran all the way to the deer field and scaled a tree. I made sure that I was completely concealed. I kept my breathing light and shallow. I waited until I heard them moving through the woods. I scouted the area until I found them, walking carefully through the woods. Timothy lifted his hand and pointed to the left, before pointing to the right. I almost giggled, barely catching myself as I watched them really try to hunt me down. I mad

" Understood eight twelve, reinforcement is already on the way." A child's birthday, oh god. Proles, these genetically engineered animals were monsters and Maddox had already seen with his own eyes what these beasts could do. He didn't want to imagine what she would be waiting for at her destination. But he would find out, because he was Venator, a state-approved hunter whose job it was to get the prole plague under control.

I said to Damien. “What was what?” He replied. I recognized that sound, it was a compound silencer. A tool The Academy gave us. It was specifically ingrained not to be able to be picked up by a Vampires super sensitive hearing. A lot of Hunters used them, I even had before.

It seems the distraction team is having fun. Racing toward the nearest hunter, I turn my fingers into claws and swipe them across his face. The hunter screams, dropping the knife he was about to stab toward me to clutch the wounds I just caused. Before he can retaliate, I have already made my way behind him and quickly snapped his neck. The sickening snap is satisfying to my ears. By the time the chaos settles and the rest of the hunters have been taken down, only two remain alive—Marcus and a black male with crisp braids.

I stepped around the wall, my eyes following him in shock. He reached our attackers before any of them could pull a trigger, taking them down easily. His combat skills were exceptional—swift, precise, and brutally efficient—I couldn’t help but be impressed. The way he moved was unlike anything I’d ever seen. However, watching him in the darkness and the dim lights, something seemed strange about him. I noticed something odd the longer I watched: Hunter’s fingernails were unusually long, his hands didn’t look entirely human, and somehow he looked...almost like an animal.

The young technician's eyes widened in horror. "No... Boss, please! I swear it won't happen again! Please!" His desperate cries echoed through the mansion as two guards dragged him toward the back door. Tyler walked over to the bar and calmly poured himself a glass of whiskey. He took a slow sip. A few seconds later, a single gunshot echoed from outside. The room fell silent. No one dared react. Tyler set his glass down and adjusted the cuff of his sleeve as though nothing had happened. “Book the jet.” "For California, Boss?"