Star Wars: The Bad Batch Hunter Mga Nobela at Kwento

All that was left were donut holes and cake pops. "I think I took the last one," a silky, deep voice said behind me. I knew exactly who it was. Hunter Meade, the Beta of Black Moon. He was considered the pack’s bad boy, and, from his looks, he could get away with anything. He wore a tight navy-blue shirt that showed off his muscled arms, toned chest, and a nice six-pack. His blonde hair was slicked back, showing off his electric blue eyes that fit his perfectly chiseled face.

Her eyes scan the ground to where the baseball bat lies between the two of them. "Oh, I don't need a weapon. Rather, I enjoy getting my hands dirty." Hunter declares, flexing his arm as he cracks his knuckles, making the tattoo of the scythe or a Grimm Reaper's blade twist on his arm in a menacing manner. The woman takes one look at the tattoo before gulping. Hunter takes a challenging step towards her, forcing her to take a step backward. The woman stumbles once more, petrified, as tears begin to slip from her eyes.

Kaya hindi ako magagalit o sasama ang loob kapag pinagalitan ako ni Alpha Hunter dahil kasalanan ko naman talaga ang nangyari. Kahit na hindi ko alam kung tama ba ang direksiyon na pinili kong tahakin ay ipinagpatuloy ko pa rin ang aking paglalakad. Wala akong kamalay-malay na nasa unahan ko pala ay isang malaki at malalim na butas sa lupa na isa palang patibong. Gawa ng mga hunter ang patibong para sa malalaki at mababangis na hayop gaya ng uso, baboy-damo o di kaya ay lobo. At nang umapak ang paa ko sa butas ay bigla na lamang akong bumulusok paibaba. Napatili na lamang ako sa takot. At sa sobrang pagkabigla ay hindi ko na nagawang gamitin pa ang aking kapangyarihang maglaho.

“Ok, ok, I will tell you about it.” “Hands on my chin, and I will tell you something, I’m listening!” Archer laughed harder. She was so cute, man! With his laughter dwindling, he said softly, “Ok, jokes apart. It’s been crazy here. I and Marcus Bane, the leader of the hunters are trying to find out the rogues in his team. He had no hand in what happened to us, and he is tired of the incessant killings. In short, when getting those bastards, they would regret the day they were born.”

His eyes looked relaxed, not anything like they were seconds ago when he looked at Collin. “You as well, Invisi-boy,” Callie dramatically bowed back. “Callie!” I shrieked. My face changed ten shades of red before settling in the deepest color of it. “Invisi-boy, huh?” he laughed. “It was that or Ghost Boy,” Callie replied matter-of-factly. “Are you a ghost, by the way?” “No,” Hunter smirked, “I’m an assassin.” “Knew it.” Callie nodded. “An assassin from an alien planet coming to scope out a new world to create a new colony on, right?”

One day he decided to walk into the woods and no one has ever seen him since. My name is Lucas Harrison. I am considered the best tracker and hunter in the town. Not only animals but also Paranormal beings. All-day and all night, people in our town searched, lighting the way with flashlights and lanterns. Searching with dogs and carrying shotguns. It all seemed like a horror movie waiting to happen.

“You’re not getting past me.” “We don’t need to,” Scar-cheek said. Then he whistled. From deeper in the woods, four more shapes emerged—silent, confident, all armed to the teeth. My pulse skipped. Not rogues. Hunters. This wasn’t a hit squad. This was an execution unit. I didn’t wait. I ran back into the cabin, slamming the broken door shut behind me. Not that it would hold—but it bought me a second. One breath. One plan.

Hunter swallowed hard and bowed quickly. "I wanted to report something urgently, My King, before I go out to sort it out myself," Hunter said. I raised an eyebrow, gesturing for him to continue. "A recruit under my command is missing," Hunter said. "The batch just returned from the forest run, but he didn't return with the rest. His name is Elias." I nodded slowly, turning back to my desk to pick up a cloth and resume cleaning my sword. I tried to appear indifferent, but a strange nagging feeling immediately hit my chest.

I asked. Abuelo looks at me seriously, “Diego really was a bastard and didn’t teach you or your siblings a damn thing.” He growled, but continued. “Hunters for werewolves are very dangerous. They are humans with special abilities to see who are wolves. They have an uncanny amount of strength that rivals our own. They are the worst predators for us because they have special abilities to seek us out and not be detected in the process.” Then Aiden adds, “Hunters are assholes. Even when they say they want to help, they really don’t and backstab everyone. They are definitely not allies.”

Everyone was dead, but me. Turning back, I finally put a face to the voice. Her skin was covered in freckles and her hair was a wild brown, like she had stuck her finger in a socket. She was carrying a gun in her hands, but what stood out to me was her outfit. I’d seen it once before, in school. It was the Hunter’s uniform. The patch on her arm confirming it. Hunter’s were mercenaries for hire. Killers for hire, really. The non-magical in the supernatural world. They once were on a death march against all supernaturals, but now they were just raised on how to kill them and were sold to the highest bidder.