Possessed Hunter Novelas e Histórias

And that's way more dangerous. There's not even a flicker of acknowledgment in my direction. I'm part of the scenery. Never mind me still bleeding into my jeans and holding a deadly weapon. His eyes are on the thing in the alley. A heat-seeking missile that's already picked its target and isn't interested in detours. The creature senses it too. Whatever it is, it shifts, just barely. Tilts its head trying to make sense of this new variable. Its mouth opens, lips twitching, trying to speak. Or snarl. Or beg. Hard to tell, if I’m being honest.

Giving birth alone after the healer was killed by King Osso’s troops. Pandora could say the protection from the animals there were no good comparison. But who would object, if in reality those animals were the incarnations of the gods? Just as the others were about to finish off the underground army, Pandora faintly saw the cheetah approaching her. The big cat seemed to understand; it simply curled up beside her. Pandora screamed even louder. Grabbing at whatever she could find, until her breath was enveloped by the sound of a baby’s cry.

Who was shot by someone who looked so familiar. Zack. I groaned in pain as somebody pulled me towards him. "You are going to die, Lilith." Valtor hissed in my ear. I fidgeted pushing him away with all the strength that was left within me. He surprisingly staggered a bit and that was enough for Ace to pull me back against him. He pulled out a gun facing it towards Valtor. My stomach lurched at that moment. All I wanted to do was beg Ace not to kill him. But I didn't.

she hissed, her amber eyes glowing, burning “You have nothing here. You’re a murderer.” The floor seemed to drop beneath me. My stomach twisted violently. “No,” I choked, shaking my head. “I-I didn’t know. They never told me who-” Hessa’s laugh was bitter, sharp. “You didn’t care to know. You’re an assassin of Cross. Don’t pretend you’re blind. You were trained to kill us. You are a Hunter. And hunters are what werewolves hate the most.” Hunter. The name I’d heard whispered in stories, savior of humankind, they said. Killers of supernaturals… My chest heaved.

JAMES POV We burst through the front door and were confronted. I skidded to a stop. “Jacob Sawyer,” I acknowledged the Hunter in front of me. He looked surprised to see me. “James Adler. I didn’t know you consorted with this sort.” He stood in front of me, looking relaxed, but I knew better. This Hunter has been credited with thousands of kills of my kind. He was strong and ruthless, and he had a serious hatred for anything supernatural, though he wasn’t above using them if they would help meet his needs.

Compliancy runs in my veins and is etched in my muscles. "She's a goddess." Alessio moves closer. "She represents a lot of things along with empowerment." Steps carefree and voice dry, he stops when he's standing so close to me that I can feel the heat radiating off his body. "Ask me more about her, Nicole." It's a demand rather than a statement and so utterly powerful that I find my cries quieting down and a small noise escapes my throat urging him to continue. "She was violent and bloodthirsty, defeated many demons that others couldn't."

Edda was there, quiet as dusk, and put him down with a trick that mostly looked like manners. The hunter tried again for the gun—habit, not choice. I caught his wrist and squeezed. He cried out, a sound he couldn’t stop, genuine and human. His eyes went to the roped rogue, to the blood seeping at his leg, to the dangerous quiet of Jasper’s breathing. He saw the part of the world he had been hunting become complicated and his mouth made the shape of a prayer with no words.

He asked in a smart-ass tone. The only response he got back from my mates was a low growl. I could not believe my ears and the things I was hearing. I had heard the whispers and conversations about hunters while I was cleaning around the packhouse. They are cold-hearted, ruthless, sadistic, killing monsters that hunt down the supernatural for sport and then brutally torture them for days on end before finally killing them.

Come to think of it, I don’t think that I have ever seen what kind of talent he has. I decided to wait and see what he was about to do. He is a hunter and a captain. Surely he can handle the hellhound. Archer begins to raise his right fist, which is glowing yellow and blue. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me and assumed that his talent was something related to electricity or thunder. But then suddenly, a strange energy encapsulated his fist and made it gigantic. He gives the hellhound a massive uppercut, sending it flying and knocking it back. I snapped out of my trance and shot the last bullet at the hellhound as it was flung back. The last hellhound finally goes inside the shadow

She suddenly heard some bushes ruffle behind her, but when she turned, thinking there was someone around, she didn't see anything. She stood there for some while, feeling as though someone was watching her, yet, at the same time, she couldn't see anyone. So she turned and followed Dylan. On the ground where the head of the rogue was, a hand suddenly stretched and grabbed the head off the floor before the scene went dark, showing an entire place being licked by flames. People were running and screaming, people were getting ripped into pieces and it was all the doing of hunter, but these hunters who only has their guns and muscles to help them actually possessed powers which they easily used t