Morgan Good Will Hunting Novels & Stories

My body had grown severely weak and malnourished from the extreme torment I was forced to endure. The day Hunter took over the Skulls was undeniably the best day in my life. Hunter released me from Marcos' hold and helped me to get better, asking for nothing in return. He had set me free, but I no longer had anything to live for. Hunter helped me regain a sense of purpose. With his friendship, I found a new sense of life. Hunter not only offered me a position to work with him but also the opportunity to go to school to become a doctor. I've never looked back. Hunter singlehandedly gave me the life I never thought I would have. I thought I was destined for a life of servitude and cruelty.

I sat back against the metal wall, chest heaving, and touched the stinging skin on my neck. Stars…I was thankful I paid attention to military training. Now that they have my DNA profile. By morning, every hunter on the planet would have it too. I couldn't go back to my room, and I couldn't go back to the diner. I rested my hand flat over my stomach, feeling the ache settle down. I was out of options, but I was still breathing.

Ramsy boasted. Delta Ramsy mustered little heed to Higgins' pitiful state as the spat to the soon to-be corpse in his wake. Hunters were members of the resistance, who were mostly humans that had their only goal to be liberating their people and domineering the greater mass of carnivorous beast that desired to usurp any attempts they made to establish a system like theirs or breed enough to try. Higgins' life was dangling on a thin thread, his hands laid across the two ends of the baracade by chains anchored to his wrists and a weakened resolve from that death that just insisted on taking its time before truly drawing the life out of him.

“Yep. We do our own reloading so it’s not as expensive, but it definitely helps. Especially from having to deal with these city boys that don’t know a damn thing about the wilderness and expect a hunt to be easy.” “I forgot about your other hunting business. Yeah I don’t know if I could deal with those kinds of people on a daily basis. That’s a level of patience I could never have as an Alpha. Our hierarchy is basically ingrained in our minds so we all know who to respect and who is leading.” “What is it like, living with a pack? Is it all like some big hippie commune or something?”

" Ada Wood is not afraid to cure or be imprisoned. She can bear to see Adair Carter and return to him. Aaron heard Ada Wood's "Mr. Hunter" voice, but his face was not very good. He turned his head and squinted at Ada Wood's side face, "Amos Hunter? Do you need a tip? Or let you become general manager Hunter's secret? What you wrote about Mr. Hunter is like the little note that A beauty put in his pocket in the "dream" club.

I mutter, shaking his warm hand “Are they going to follow us?” “Not if they know what’s good for them.” I mutter. He doesn’t say anything, just nods his head. “You don’t like wolves?” He shakes his head at me. “That’s why I carry a gun.” “But you took my word?” “That could be a shitty move on my part. But my mom always said I should help a woman in need. You looked like you needed it.” When we are out of the trees. I felt relieved. The wolves wouldn’t be able to follow me now. Blake wouldn’t be able to send them after me. Not in wolf form anyway.

Overall, it seemed like most of my weekends would be lonely until we had sorted this Marco issue out and cleared Hunter's name so I could spend those weekends in Hunter's home too. Gavin came to pick me up, and we headed to the venue together. Everyone was present, including McCain this time. "Thank you for attending , Wilde," Marco greeted me, and I returned the curtsey. "McCain's pack was attacked three nights ago by a couple of hunters," Marco said, and McCain nodded. "What did they want?" Gavin asked him. "They claimed I was doing some shady stuff that violates the treaty rules. They trashed my place and injured a lot of my wolves in the process." He said, and I looked at him.

Morgan drove while I looked carefully at the address Rohan had given to us. "So! Where do we start from?" .... While driving, Morgan asked me... " Oh! They say we need a few things before we go". I turned my head and looked at his face... "What things, don't tell me that we have to kill people?". He said, having his dramatic moments.... If there was one thing Morgan disliked, it has to be hunting down humans and feeding of their blood, but at least, he doesn't have to be able to smell their blood from a mile away and immediately get triggered by the sight of blood..

“Clearly, we can't be complacent knowing that the hunters are now working with the renegades.” My voice rose with conviction, echoing through the room. "Morgan's Pack had fifty-seven members, all killed. They killed the Luna and the unborn cub. It's obvious they don't have a shred of morality left. I think it's time we played their game. Let's stop locking renegades in our basements and feeding them as if they deserve mercy. I propose we kill them all and hang their heads as a warning to hunters and renegades: they should not mess with us." I stared at Kayden, making sure he understood I wasn't joking.

I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise. “Let's hunt them down entirely!” This cause everyone to shout this very sentence for much longer than I ever expected. “Grandma...” I eyed Grandma, expected she will stop this commotion of hunting down the whole species. I thought... she said the huntress is exist to justify the wrong! “Isn't it wrong to put into your hand the life and death of someone?” This cause my heart to felt dread. I don't even understand what this Lycan is all about, but I only know Grandma is despise this species as if they are suppose not to exist!