Mike Hunt Meaning Novels & Stories

Mike asked with a sigh of relief in his voice, “Hey wait, at least tell me what your name is.” Silver left the tavern without saying a word. *** [POV: Mike Williams] Mike slowly stood up, clapping his hand to remove any dust from his hands. Someone who thinks he can hurt me with a petty trick like that. Interesting. He had felt no pain for so long that he didn’t even know what it was. He was just amusing the kid. And boy, was it fun. *** [POV: Silver Davis] After his encounter with Mike, he hurriedly visited headquarter of the Hunters Corp. It had a huge cathedral-like structure. There were not as many people inside as he thought there would be. Hunters Corps was supposed to be one of the la

He transformed it subtly not disturbing the actual Jungle but he made sure that the Wolves can live their life in the jungle in the most comfortable way. Blaze still remembered the night when Yon was introduced as the Alpha of the Pack. Alpha Micheal was completing the Ritual of bonding when he started frantically looking around. Left and right. He was anxious. He was getting impatient. Although the kids were hybrids too, still they had not bonded with their Wolves. But at that moment Blaze and Swift looked at each other. They knew it was his mate calling.

The thought of that wiped the smile clean off my face. “Oh come on, cheer up. You’re gonna do great!” Melissa said, trying to bolster my spirits. She was always good at that and I genuinely appreciated the effort even though it wasn’t working this time. “I hope so Mel. I hope-“ the sound of the horn that announced the beginning of the Hunt stopped me mid sentence. I gasped in shock. “They aren’t supposed to blow it yet. They’re supposed to send people to make sure everyone is at their station” Mel winced. “I think they did hon”

"Hunt what?" "Anomalies. The creatures that slip through the cracks between the surface and down here. Things like what we encountered today, but worse. Much worse." He leaned forward, his voice dropping. "Every person in this camp, every person in every camp throughout Lenore, is bound to what's called the Hunter System." "That sounds ominous." "It is." Marcus finished with my bandage and stepped back. "The System tracks everything. Every creature you kill, every mission you complete, every credit you earn. It's not optional, Lucille. From the moment you arrived here, you were automatically enrolled."

She hit the ground hard, the wind knocked out of her. "You're kidding, right, Hunt?" Michelle choked out, scrambling to her feet as her lungs burned. “Your enemy won't say a thing before they attack you. It's kill or be killed.” Hunt grinned, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Besides, I just tapped your back.” "You mean to tell me you weren't even trying?"

Michael yelled, grabbing another bottle and throwing it against the wall, smashing it and spilling its contents all over the floor. “And so what if he comes back, is that what has gotten you all worked up like this?” “Why would it not!” He barked at his friend. “Why would it not?” “You forget who you are Michael. You are the CEO of Skyline hotels and clubs, you have been there the longest, you have the influence over most of the decision making. You are a Hunt, Michael Hunt.” Michael smiled to himself and sat up properly. He chuckled. “Yes, Michael Hunt of the Skyline hotels and clubs.”

As if Mike was irrelevant to the real business of hunting Ghost Wolves. That gave me an idea. A terrible, desperate idea that might get us both killed but was better than facing Christopher's hunters head-on. I phased across the distance and grabbed Mike by his torn shirt, hauling him to his feet. He screamed, thinking I was going to kill him. Instead, I pulled him in front of me like a shield. "Call them off," I commanded, my claws at his throat. "Or I kill your contact right now." Christopher's expression didn't change. "Mike is expendable. A useful source of information, but ultimately replaceable. Killing him won't stop us."

I couldn't blow my cover and risk everything before our partnership had even officially begun. I took a deep breath and piped down, settling back into my chair as Danika continued crying softly beside me with Luther's arm wrapped protectively around her shoulders. The waiting was torture but I had learned patience during my years of exile, and I would wait as long as necessary to know that Mitchelle was going to survive. A nurse suddenly burst through the ICU doors with excitement written across her face. "Mrs. Hunt is awake now," she announced. "You may go see her."

Richard looked at her with pride, knowing Amalie would be proud of the daughters they had created. The girls had turned 18 in April and it was now June. They were officially old enough for their first Hunt. The Hunt was a three-week festival that happened every June. Every tribe in the Shifter Kingdom was mandated to send their unmated adult shifters to the Hunt. It was here, and here alone, that an alpha shifter was able to find and claim their omega mate. Claiming and marking outside of the Hunt was punishable, not by death, they weren't savages, but definitely by public humiliation and demotion within the shifter ranks. To be able to control yourself and your baser desires was the highest

Well shit. I was not expecting all that. The Hunter just verbally spilled his guts and essentially bared his soul in one sitting. And of all the reasons he could be on the run, I hadn’t considered that he killed someone that high up in his guild, least of all his mother.