Point Of Impact Stephen Hunter Books นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It was just after 3am in the morning when Hunter arrived at the address which Adrian had sent to him a few days ago. He had come prepared with a crowbar, gun, and sharp knife, leaving no room for errors. The house was on the outskirts of New-York city, hidden behind tall hedges. Hunter stepped out of his car and quietly made his way up the driveway. He tampered with the security camera that was outside and switched it off before he unlocked the closed door with a crowbar and opened it quietly, not wanting to wake up his opponent.

I asked. "Don't worry, you'll get it with time. Just—" Before he could finish the sentence, Hunter moved with lightning speed. The butt of the gun connected with the side of my head with devastating force, and stars exploded across my vision. Pain shot through my skull like lightning, and I felt my legs give out beneath me. I hit the ground hard, the impact sending shockwaves through my already spinning head. Everything started to blur around the edges. The abandoned building, the empty field, Hunter's face looming above me—it all began to fade into a swirling mess of shadows and light.

A hunter’s charm. I only know this thanks to Luca showing this to me in one of the library books in our prior visit. Instinct kicks in before thought does. My hand burns. Power surges up my arm, fierce and wild. I throw it out without thinking. The light shatters. Fire bursts from my palm, slamming into the hunter. They stumble back with a shout. I push to my feet, heart pounding. The air shifts again, colder this time, and water floods out from beneath me, pooling across the tiles.

That was something no hunter had ever managed. I just hoped Riley was still alive. The forest grew denser with every step, the shadows deepening as sunlight gave way to darkness. My wounds burned with every move I made, each twinge in my stomach reminding me how much time I didn’t have Then, after what felt like hours of tracing faint trails, I spotted them: boot prints. Eight pairs and just too damn right. My pulse quickened as I crouched down, studying the tracks. One set stood out. The steps were uneven, the weight shifting in a way that suggested whoever they belonged to had stumbled—been pushed, maybe even dragged.

I took my bow and quiver with me and the training began “ I will teach you one or two things today that you have to hold at the back of your mind” he said and nodded He nudge me to take out my bow and quiver and shoot “ draw” “ hold” “ release". My quiver struck the center. “ perfect” lukas stepped behind me “ I see you have been training and you are improving.” His hands adjusted mine and I felt the bond instantly. “ Your grip is strong… but tense. Try again ” he holds my hands and I release the quiver. I scored a perfect point.

the hunter yelled at his comrades. I saw some relief on Dad’s face when he realized me and my brother were presumably safe but it was short lived as he still needed to keep Sofia safe. While the hunters had their attention divided between the fight and what their friend told them I climbed to tree I had been hiding behind and pulled out my bow. I quickly lined up my first shot and managed to his the hunter to my dad’s left right through the throat causing the other hunters to panic and look around.

I emerge from the boxes and aim the gun at Hunter. “Zane, Andrew, get out of the way!” I command, and the two men obey without question. “I’m going to kill him!” But seeing me seems to have sent a new fire down Hunter’s body, because he smiles through his bloody mouth and pulls the trigger quicker than me. I pull the trigger too, but the millisecond of head start feels like a year. The bullet from his rifle flies, but it’s not towards me. It’s towards Zane. And it hits him in the head.

I followed her outstretched hand, looking to were here finger pointed at slowly discerning the looming shadow that blocked most of the light from the window. My eyes widened with horror, the Hunter was staring right at me. “Gawd!” I had only a second to zone out the horrific crash as the Wolf broke through the concrete walls. The ground trembled and the air became spiced with the action and hung lightly around me. The world around me disappeared, I felt myself drowning closer to my the power in my chest. The Hunter was just an inch away from us when my legs finally moved and I was tramping up the stairs as fast as a bolt of lightning.

Even Hunter was blinded by this casting, but he smelt their perspiration, heard rustling cloth, felt hot breath. The onrush shocked the hall, hit them with a blow the weight enough to knock wind from lungs and in that moment something cold and detached lit those purple eyes with a fervor not to be resisted. Dispassionately, heartlessly, Hunter disabled with blows that broke arms, legs, hips. Pain disrupted concentration, retarded pursuit, hindered the enemy, reduced numbers. Screams erupted.

Timothy unlocked the safe and I immediately reached past him to grab my rifle. I slowly met each one of their eyes. “Count to ten and come find me.” I dashed towards the woods and after glancing behind me to make sure they weren't there, I darted to the left. I ran all the way to the deer field and scaled a tree. I made sure that I was completely concealed. I kept my breathing light and shallow. I waited until I heard them moving through the woods. I scouted the area until I found them, walking carefully through the woods. Timothy lifted his hand and pointed to the left, before pointing to the right. I almost giggled, barely catching myself as I watched them really try to hunt me down. I mad