Mission: Save The Hunter Novel Novels & Stories

“This will serve as an initial protection against Ignis. Take it, Hunter.” Hunter nodded, thanking Cierce for her concern. “Thank you, Cierce.” I stood by Hunter, feeling the gravity of the situation. “Be careful,” I said, looking into his eyes. Hunter smiled, touching my face. “I'll be back as soon as possible.” Our eyes met for a moment, exchanging unspoken words. A quick kiss on my forehead sealed the farewell before Hunter set off, accompanied by Garm toward the mountain range, ready to face Ignis and bring a cure for our children.

Maybe she's looking for me? I'm not sure what a hunter is but Addie is my hope for rescue. If Rainn is the guy from the bar, then she's with the other gorgeous male that made my heartbeat. I now have a way to drown out all the pain and suffering and this will be my new happy place. "I told you that I would help you and I intend on doing so. Having the hunters dead is going to be beneficial to all our business. We just can't do anything rash that would get the attention of the council.

Hadrian's spell book dropped and he collapsed. Marissa and two hunters from the hunter community were striding in the woods looking for lurkers who were wandering in the dark and waiting for humans to feed on. As they crept into the woods, their hands were fixed on the trigger while scanning through the dark forest. Looking up at the skies Marissa smiled at the moon and the stars that were gleaming across the skies. It was a few hours to midnight. She knew the time was nigh. It was time to get rid of the Vampire King and those who worshipped him. Hearing cries from the woods, they hurried in, meeting a vampire feeding on a man. This time it was a female, she was a blonde. Seeing Marissa and

And finally, several eyes met mine as they saw us hiding under the bed. "Friends, they're here," the hunter informed the others, and I gently pulled the man as we came out from under the bed ourselves, kneeling and raising our arms in the air to indicate our surrender. "We've got to be somewhere. Kill them and let's go," the others said from outside, and the hunter cocked his gun, aiming at us. As he was about to pull the trigger, I quickly spoke up. "What can we do to save our lives?" I asked, lowering my face as he fired at the man, and he dropped dead.

This confused Thyra who had been watching their every move and was also taking pictures of everything. Not a moment later, gunshots resounded around the place as all the werewolves who are ten in total fell limp to the ground, the bullets killing them instantly as it was no ordinary bullet but a bullet created with mistletoe, a deadly poison that weakened and seized the muscles of werewolves immediately they are shot before killing them. Because of the bullet's fast effect on werewolves, they were rare to be found and could only be used on the order of the Alpha of the Pack. "Oh my goodness!" Thyra muffled a scream, knowing fully well that werewolves had sharp hearing ability. She took a few

I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes. He fell to a quivering mass on the ground and I hit the top of the roof twice, letting Aaron know we were alone again. The green Ute slowed to a crawl, but didn't stop. I slipped my gun back into it's waiting home and dropped to a crouch, searching the nearest bags for the extra bulb the boys had brought back with the new food supplies. The adrenalin rush had left me breathless and shaky, but I needed to fix the light. The longer it was out, the longer we had a direct, unlit path to the car.

He clenched his fist so hard and hit the man on the face directly deeming him unconscious. He heard footsteps running towards where he was. He slowly went back inside the bedroom and locked it. He zipped his gear bag and carried it. He went to his window, opened it and got out from it. He ran to the front door and locked it from the outside. He went behind the house and got his car and drove it out of his compound seeing the other man looking at him from the window banging it. He knew he would never shoot because it was daylight and that would have attracted unnecessary attention. Hunter didn’t want to kill those two. His intentions were to send a message to the man on the phone. He drove to

"And what so special that it worths the protection of the twin to an alpha," "Promise not to look at me wired and begin to avoid me," "I won't besides I've told you multiple times laura I like you and I'll be sure to be with you" "I'm a Hunter"

While bleeding to death from different heavy injuries, the crescent moon scar of the Primordial burnt slightly beneath her skin and glowed dull dark red. The outside view of Sector 85 appeared as a huge vehicle garage, but inside it had an underground operational basement with special forces. They were called the ‘Hunters’. Their mission was to hunt down the werewolves and kill every last one of them. Their hatred for werewolves was way over the top. The five SUVs that entered the city a day before were an escort for the leader of the branch who was ordered to lead the mission after the news of the recent incident that occurred.

He could sense the surrounding tension. "Well, then." Jax held up his shotgun. "So much for a peaceful way to end things." He spat at the ground. "Hunters!" He called out. His men and women raised their weapons, both guns and crossbows. "My love." Dante spoke to Willow, "Stay back. If harm came to you..."