Speed Hunter Mga Nobela at Kwento

'Holy mother of fucks! [Seventy-four miles per hour. Heading 14.5995 N, 120.9842 E. Velocity increase: three miles more per hour.] "Shut your mouth up, Lucille—" Then there was that wild turn that tipped him over, slamming his back against the rigid metal roof and almost throwing him out and killing him– if he didn't grip the lone metal bar there. Who said that being a spy-slashed hitman was an easy job after all? "I got the target," he gritted on his lapel, fighting against the freezing wind punching his face while hanging on the side of that speeding monster truck with just one hand. "Call Escobar. This is going to be as messy as--ass!"

I was engaged with a book about hunters which I got from William's old book collection. Hunters were half human and half supernatural. They looked like humans but has speed of werewolves. They can detect any werewolves near by. Their violet eyes starts glowing. Unlike other supernatural creatures hunters did not have other supernatural powers other than their speed that they can only use if their prey is near them.

Veering left, they ran blindly down another hallway just as the enraged mob breached the building. Hunter could hear the shouts and pounding footsteps closing in on them, moving closer with every heartbeat. Shots rang out behind them, way too close. Whirling, he went to one knee and brought his M4 up, fired at the shadowy shapes that appeared around the corner. He dropped three of them before he jumped to his feet and raced after his teammates’ hazy silhouettes as they disappeared into the smoke down the corridor in front of him. “Over here! Hurry!” He spun and followed Gage’s shout, staying low to keep out of the worst of the choking, toxic smoke. Thirty yards in, the air began to clear sli

“Lunchhhhhhh.” The driver saw it and felt his foot slip off the accelerator in reflex, which only made the creature’s grin widen. Sixty kilometres an hour. Seventy. It matched speed for speed and kept its eyes on the windows. Headlights rose in the mirror—high, steady. A black Hilux back to the future tribute came at a distance, shouldered into the right lane, and pulled level with the thing. “Oh, no, you don’t.” Scott Masters rolled his window and tasted smoke and cold air. Demonslayer lay wrapped in a towel on the passenger seat, hilt pressed against the door.

Lukas or her were bound to find me at some point. I pressed the gas pedal harder. Small tree branches sticking out of the narrow path slashed the sides of the JEEP, but I didn’t care. There was no way in hell I was going back with those vampires. I already had a crazy grandfather who wanted to use me; I couldn’t imagine what that Ventura person would do once he had me. Another black figure suddenly materialized in the road ahead. When the headlights illuminated the shape, my speed didn’t allow me to stop or veer in time, so I hit the ditch with force, and the airbag came out, knocking me out cold.

Hunter exchanges his beautiful and expensive luxury sports cars for two SUV's: a Porsche and a Land Rover. Okay, the cars are beautiful and expensive, but I can't see Hunter wearing a Ray-Ban aviator in a big one. That is the part where I feel most touched. I like sports cars, and they are part of my daily life of "reconquering the girl with no memory". Cars give me great memories of a blank mind, and I associate Hunter with them. He combined all his arrogance and idiocy in those damn cars he sold, and now it's all gone. I sense he is crestfallen when the black Lamborghini is the last to leave with a screech. I know this because I feel the same way.

I looked around the entire mansion but she was gone. Where was she? Suddenly I notice a black sedan being driven into our compound. My brows rose the second I recognised that car. He never fucking changed it? Blind realization hit me as I walked towards them. My pace became quicker and my footsteps more frequent, as I realized what was going on. “Get away from my wife, you fucking bastard!” I shouted, as I ran to them. Ashern was pulling my wife out of his car, her body almost unconscious as she stumbled out.

Hunters. We rounded a corner, and that’s when they struck. Four of them, moving with inhuman speed, weapons glinting in the moonlight. They were fast—faster than most humans had any right to be. These weren’t just ordinary vampire hunters; they were trained, enhanced, maybe even by magic. But they weren’t fast enough.

He dig deep into himself, pushing the bond he has with Scarlett to its limits. Something doesn't feel right. It feels.off. Fear overwhelms him as he thinks about all the possibilities. He has to get to her. He has to know whether she is okay. He drums his fingers impatiently on his steering wheel, wanting to get to her. The road is blocked by a massive fire truck and police who are taping off the road, so he drives down the side street and enters an alley. As hard as his wolf is howling to emerge, it's not safe to shift in the city. So he jams his ball cap down over his head and takes off at a sprint. His shifter physiology gives him super speed compared to a regular human, and he takes adva

Callum tried to be precise and accurate this time. For the fucking 5th time. And he couldn’t catch a hamster. Seriously. With the power he now had being a vampire and a wolf. Jeez. He took his mark. And focused. He blocked everything in his mind. The buzz from the pack. The encouragement from Dad, even when he wasn’t Swift. He could hear them. He blocked all teases from Max and the Betas in the pack. He zoomed out everything except for the little white creature who was grazing and nibbling on the grass.