Mike Hunt Meaning Novels & Stories

Mike no longer despised Elliot as he had in the past, and the two had not argued for a long time. "Your mom is the reason why I'm alive right now. She saved my life," Mike said. "After she cured me, I was determined to stay by her side no matter what. It's a good thing that I made that decision, or God knows where I would have ended up!" "Uncle Mike, what did you work as in the past?" "I was a hacker." Impressed, Ivy said, "So you are really good with computers?" "Of course! I was your older brother's teacher, you know?" he said smugly. "Of course, he got even better than me."

Michael hollered behind me as I stormed out of the hall and I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face. It was just like the annoying son-of-a-bitch to make jokes over a dead body. “Tony! Tony man wait up!” Michael hedged, jogging up behind me as I fastened my pace. “Not my fault you have little legs Johnny,” I answered sarcastically, eyeing his long, sturdy legs with some envy. He was faster than me, Michael. He was the scout, the reaper before the Devil came to collect. It was how the pack saw us. The Dreaded Hunters of Gotham.

"No, no one's seen him. They think he has just moved on like all newcomers. I did a little digging..." I look at her, as I know Wes wasn't like all the others and he loved me. He would have come back if he could have. She smiles and moves over to sit on the end of the bed as she continues, "I did it discreetly... The men you described to me were hunters passing through looking for what they called a Shifter. After I saw you I heard from Mike that they had returned to the village on a high boasting to some of the Elders that they had found what they were looking for and killed him, they also boasted about finding him with and having some fun with his little lady friend... But they didn't know

"The more territory we control, the more respect we command." Boys. I roll my eyes. There was so much to The Brotherhood than just thirst for power and territories and that’s what most of these buffoons fail to understand. "Have you heard about the guys from The Underground?" Mike asked suddenly, his expression darkening. My ears perked up at the mention of The Underground, my thoughts immediately drifting to the asshole, Damien Hunter. Memories of our last encounter at the club flooded my mind, his taunting words lingering in my ears like a sinful melody.

I know this because I feel the same way. Hunter is about to win another world prize. It will be his second prize, and if he wins, it would be consecutive. Newspapers call him a rocket or something that could be as fast and shiny as he is on the field, and that he doesn't seem sad about not having the luxury sports cars anymore. I suppose they realised that he was going the family way and changed their interpretation of the once arrogant playboy!

"He's carrying royal blood, and he's weak. You grab a pregnant royal Omega, you don't just get a hostage—you get total leverage over the crown. You can blackmail King Madina for half a sector, or sell the kid to the highest bidder on the dark web. It's a goldmine. Half the bounty hunters between here and the core are scrubbing these docks right now, looking for anyone hiding a fresh scent patch." Cold sweat broke out across the back of my neck. Four hundred thousand credits. Criminal syndicates. Bounty hunters. I wasn't just hiding from my father's royal guards anymore. Every cutthroat, mercenary, and syndicate runner on this planet was actively looking for an Omega hiding behind a patch. If

Soon after, Mike burst through the doors, looking more annoyed than fearful. "Collins! Brandon was the one who started the hunt!" Mike shouted, his amber eyes wide with indignation. "We were just sharing spirits and talking tech when his leg started tracking mine under the table... If he wasn't signaling for a mate, why was he brushing my fur? Was that not a call for the hunt?" My face turned scarlet. "Brandon was trying to determine your orientation, rogue," Tyler said awkwardly. Mike wasn't backing down. "I didn't know his secret agenda! Besides, he seemed to enjoy the chase that night!"

They'd fed recently, Izzie noted idly as she watched the bright red blood creep along the tiling, making its way towards the drain. She hoped it wouldn't stain too bad before the cleanup crew arrived. Soon enough there was a knock at the door and Izzie's heart jumped. "It's us," she heard the low, gruff voice from outside the door and immediately recognised it as Mike, head of the cleanup crew. She stepped away from the door as he pushed through, followed by three other men, all moving swiftly as to not be seen. "Any word from Jake?" she asked as the four of them set to work almost immediately.

While this gave him extra strength, it also made his fighting style impulsive and a little sloppy. I was brainstorming where to hide Richard so I could help Dad protect Sofia when the hunter who killed my mother came over to join his friends. “ They have an older daughter as well. I managed to kill this traitors werewolf bitch but the kid escaped with her baby brother. The kid even managed to kill Jordan. I suspect she also killed everyone else as Hank was dead on the ground and Jake is missing!,” the hunter yelled at his comrades.

"Exactly. This was a lot to take in. For all we know, it could be nothing more than a coincidence. Surely the name Huntress isn't all that uncommon. Perhaps someone else refers to themselves as the Huntress." "Would that make it better or worse?" Zander asks. "To be honest, I'm not even sure. We can't overlook how they managed to get past Dad's security protocols for Night Hawk. I may not understand the techy stuff like you and Sienna do. But I can tell that Maverick seemed to be really concerned by this. And Mav never shows concern. So he must be really worried." "You're not suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" Zander questions, raising an inquisitive brow.