Speed Hunter Novels & Stories

I can't stop the squeal from escaping my throat as I felt the car hit its body with the loudest thud before it rolled to the ground. The car fled in maximum speed as Hunter took sharp lefts and rights around each corner. Hell, if I hadn't grabbed the seatbelt and shoved it into the lock my head would be flying right off the window by now. What the fuck is this? Fast and Furious X? I held the vomit lodged in my throat, grabbing any handle I could get my hands on, any solid surface I could dig my nails into as I watch trees and colors shift and disappear simultaneously before my eyes.

I've spent three months making sure that never happens to me. I slip out through the back path Mara described, and for a while my feet move like they've been waiting all day for permission. The trees close in fast, cutting off the last of the torchlight behind me. My legs remember this rhythm better than anything else, the cold air, the uneven ground, I ran like this the night I met Kael. I don't let myself think about him. Thinking about him is how I get caught. Then something in my chest pulls tight, sudden and sharp, like a hand closing around a rope I didn't know I was holding.

As he spoke, Hunter frowned before he shouted coldly and angrily, “Die!” As soon as his words fell, Hunter threw a fierce punch toward the Wade family’s chief bodyguard’s abdomen immediately. The speed of his punch was so fast that everyone present could not see it clearly at all. It was basically at the speed of a lightning flash. The Wade family’s chief bodyguard suddenly flew backward at an extremely fast speed. At the same time, he spurted out a great amount of blood at a strong pressure which created an arc of blood mist in the air…

Of course, he didn't hear me. "Ahhh!" Hunter roars as he whooshes through the air with his alpha speed. Sickening blows ricochet through the air as he sends his fists simultaneously across the figures' skull heads. "Ouch!! Fuck!" Hunter hisses, drawing back. He studies them, waiting for the impact of his blows to begin, but they just stand there, their hollow eyes seeming to be fixed on him. "Uh-huh. Guess that didn't enter." In a heartbeat, one of them sends Hunter flying through the air as he sends his skeletal hand over his torso.

They’ll want to check the wreckage to confirm I’m not inside. Keeping low to the ground, I hurried away from the crash as the hunters pulled up, hooting and hollering like the demented Americans they are. Now I don’t mean to say all Americans are demented. But the American hunters are an uncouth sort that takes a weird joy in killing, things being on fire, and vehicles getting into accidents. Whatever the case, their joyful hoots and hollers that I might be dead and arguments about who gets to take credit gave me time to get away. I hurried to the nearest neighborhood to search for a car to take.

of his suit, it only made the red bluish little dots stood out more. His brown italic shoes perfectly polished and everything looked perfect on him. The suit was tight around his shoulders and torso, emphasizing his long legs and strong arms. I cleared my throat, "Uh..." He smirked cockily, running his hair through his after fuck and wet hair. "I looked hot I know." "Well, hot is how to put it nicely, I'll say 'fuck me twice on Tuesdays' if it's not because you're running late." I mumbled as I turned back slowly to face the interesting wall, but I guess he heard me because he laughed. His hand came around my waist as he guided me with him. "Come on, before I take you on that offer and we

His uncle had given him the weapon to hide in his clothes, which was cold and heavier than it looked. “What are you fools waiting for? Go after her!” Big Trey yelled at them as they ran out of the crib, down the stairs and outside the building, to see the woman closing the car door she just entered, as it sped off. “Shit!” Khalil cursed. The opportunity to redeem himself and impress the boss had been wasted. ! ! ! ! ! ! Kimberly breathed a sigh of relief in the car, as they drove out of the lower east side of the city.

"Let us go get us some Bloodlusters." And in less than two minutes, we find ourselves armed and getting into our ride. I watch Connor as he smiles a wicked smile and slams his foot down onto the pedal, driving it into the floor. It sends the car screeching out of the driveway in less than two seconds to a speed of sixty down the road. As he hits the City streets, the rain is coming down in a flood from above, making visibility nearly impossible for the hunting of any creature at the moment. Yet, we are determined to eliminate this City from its problem tonight.

He doesn’t blink. Hunter: “Doesn’t matter. You’re on the list. Abomination.” He fires. The bolt is fast (faster than human). I’m faster. I catch it mid-air with two fingers, lightning crawling over the wood until it turns to ash. Celeste: “Rude.” He drops the crossbow, draws twin silver kukris, and moves (insane speed, perfect form). He’s not human. Not fully. Some kind of augmented hunter (blessed, cursed, rebuilt).

His watchful eyes scan the surroundings, ensuring the safety of their journey. Hunter, adorned with his trusty spear and a dagger tucked into his wrap, takes on the crucial role of scout, swimming at the forefront of the group. His weapon of choice, a sleek and sturdy spear, is poised to strike at a moment's notice, ready to defend against any threats that may emerge. The gleaming blade of his dagger serves as a versatile tool for close-quarters combat or precise underwater tasks.