Mike Hunt Novels & Stories

Still, now that she’d started, she wasn’t going to stop. “Mike became obsessed with the subject. When he discovered the Pentagon didn’t actually have any real intel on shifters, he decided to try a new tack. He go out, searching for natural-born shifters.” anthony watched genuinely alarmed. “But—” “I know, it all sounds crazy. But the thing is, he succeeded. Mike found a grizzly shifter, and he even had the grizzly to bite his arm on the theory that he would gain that shifting ability for himself.”

He replied. I smiled, “Smart man. Well it was good to meet you, I am headed to Maine and I have three hours still to drive so I better get going.” I said. “It was good to finally meet you in person, Snow. You are every bit as beautiful as they say, if not more.” Shane replied. “Thank you.” I said and flashed him a million dollar smile while walking out the door. Hunters were connected through a vast network and it wasn’t uncommon to run into each other out and about. Still, it gets me when they know my name and I've never seen them before. In all these years it still surprises me.

I returned his gaze with a look of my own, unwilling to let him think I’d fucking falter. Marcus slammed the trunk shut and clapped his hands together. “Let’s hunt,” he said, striding to the driver’s side. Riley’s eyes flicked to mine for half a second, a brief contact that left a bitter taste in my mouth when he quickly turned away. Without a word, he climbed into the passenger seat, leaving Ronan and me to take the back. The truck’s engine roared to life, and my jaw tightened as it began to move. Yeah, let the fucking hunt begin.

“But don’t try to tell me you’re not concerned about what I just picked up.” I saw something shift in his posture — a brief moment of inner conflict. I knew he’d been looking out for Elizabeth at the office since the incident with Ryan. Hunter pushed his chair back slightly, breaking the tension. “Enough,” he said with that calmness that sounded more dangerous than any threat. “The fact that something’s off about this Mike is now a bigger priority than whether Josh got the information the right way.” Erik sighed and took another sip of his Guinness. “Alright, fair point.”

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

Michael He let his wolf take over and shifted. Mike ran until it was completely dark outside and he lost track of the hours and minutes that had passed by. Of all the ways things could go wrong, they had failed in the worst. Flynn was dead. Killian knew he was undercover. Besides that, Killian had most likely seen his wolf once Mike shifted. “And here I was, thinking I wanted to show him my wolf one day.” “Not like this. And yet…” It was only going to get worse from here on and Mike felt powerless.

He added as he seriously stared at us with his coal eyes. “Man, you’re so cheeky,” the browned-haired woman from before replied as she crossed her hands and legs. Another man just beside Black-haired, repulsively spat, “Two versus five? You serious?” He sneered, “Well, that’s better than one versus five though.” This guy is wearing a black hood, failing me to take a glimpse of his exteriors. He’s also wearing some leather hunting boots, concluding that he’s indeed a primitive hunter. Another guy standing beside Black-haired possessed the biggest build among the four and is also the quietest one. An ax in his hand and a horned armor on his head. His skin was leathered, sun-bitten.

They melt in your mouth. Hank was pushing the things around his plate, without ever taking a bite. "Do they serve hamburgers here?" "Baby, try just this small piece. There are other things than meat, you know?" Michelle offered. "Yeah, but they are not that good." Mike Trivino, one of Matt's teammates, high-fived Hank. Mike is a tall fun guy with a weird mustache. He let it grow after watching Top Gun, in an attempt to make him look sexier. Well, it didn't work. Now he looked like somebody you don't want your kids to play with.

“He’s here, “Mike repeated to himself again, “he is here, we didn’t make a mistake, and I didn’t betray anything. I didn’t say anything betraying, and now I know better the whole thing with Richard. He can’t have just left. He can’t have… “ tested me, again his wolf provided. No, no. Mike shook his head. Last night hadn’t been a test. He could feel it. But what if… Mike tried to call Killin and just as expected, he couldn’t get through. After another few failed attempts he was arguing with himself whether to simply rush out in the streets of Paris and go searching for him - as a wolf, or in his human form, at this point it didn’t really matter. Or try to be a grown ass man and accept the fac

The front door was shut, and the woodpile by the side was stacked high, freshly chopped. But no one answered when Jacob knocked. He waited, then walked round the cabin, peering through the window.The coffee pot was still warm. Boots missing from their usual place by the door. Jacob stood back, rubbing the back of his neck. “Hunting,” he muttered. “Of course.” Mike was always chasing deer or boar this time when he was still with him he figured, more meat meant more coin before the first frost. He’d probably be back before sundown, hauling game on his back like he always did Jacob though.