Synopsis Of The Hunter: A Novel の小説・ストーリー

"I should ask you the same question, Hunter Abraham. What's your attitude? Your family? And also your flock all this time against us–the human race? You guys have taken over almost 2/3 of the world and made humanity almost extinct." Hunter really didn't want to argue about it. They ride in silence. Hunter focused on the road before him until they arrived at Abraham's super luxurious and magnificent residence. When Hunter parked the car, he realized that Jonea had fallen asleep. The young man rushed for fear that Jonea was in a critical state. Hunter carried Jonea on his back. He rushed to the house and was greeted by two maids. They were both so surprised to see Hunter's clothes full of bloo

"Enough," he growls. The Archivist snarls. "You're out of bounds, Hunter." He ignores her, turning to me. "Get up. Unless you want to be a footnote." The static recognizes him. Not his face-his *essence*. He smells of blood and static, like me. "Who are you?" I demand. He sheathes his blade. "Someone who's read your story. And *hates* the ending." --- **The Hunt**

I ran into the forest, I didn't know I could run that fast but I guess with the motivation to get away from Adrian, anything was possible. I had successfully lost Adrian, part of me was proud of out runing an Apha and that was the stupid part of me, I knew he didn't have his Wolf with them and I had a headstart. That night I met his Wolf and goddamn it every part of that man is perfect, even his wolf is perfect. Hunter is white with two different color eyes, unlike Adrian's eyes, his were not dark. They shined so bright I was confused for a brief moment. From what I heard, Adrian hadn't been himself completely.

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.

I repeat, my teeth clenched as I notice Hunter's grip on the gun tightens. "Of course, sir." She comments, running out of the room. With each moment ticking by, the Reaper's patience seems to diminish. Hunter cocks the gun, getting ready to shoot me. "I'm not a patient man, Mr. Westshire." Hunter exclaims, pulling back on the trigger. I close my eyes instinctively, anticipating feeling a bullet pass through me. When I don't I slowly open one eye, wondering why I'm not screaming out in pain. "Do you like to play games?" Hunter asks, his face void of emotion.

It had changed, the prophecy had changed. Her large brown eyes search my face. Lana’s fingers let go of mine. She steps forward in the space between me and Logan’s wolf. Carefully manoeuvring through the dead bodies. Her head turns back and forth between us. Like she didn’t know where to go. As the image became clearer. I see that I am surrounded by bodies too. Blood splattered across my bare skin. I wasn’t wearing anything, like I had shifted. You couldn’t tell who the killer was, but we had both lost a lot of people.

I may have not paid much attention to it but now that I thought about she never really seemed happy in her marriage at all. I stared at the last person I’d ever see, I wasn’t sure if the hunter gave me a. complimentary nod before he leaped ten feet into the air. The classic pounce on the prey execution style and I almost chuckle at the fact that I was that prey. The Hinters growls echo all around and I close my ears, giving in to my fate. His large body blocks out the sunlight and that was it. His teeth clamped down around my head and in an instance I was gone. My body lying limp on the dirt as my blood formed a pool around me.

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

I picked up a stick and poked at the fire, causing the flames to jump up. “Finally, you are alone.” I heard Prince Dagon say, before going quiet, “Still not going to talk, huh? You really are a stubborn bride.” “I am not your fucken bride.” I thought back. “Remains to be said, do you think I could really control anyone with just one bite?” He laughed. “For me to be able to control someone who was not my bride, they would need to drink my blood as well, and you say you are a vampire hunter.”

My raised eyes began to furrow, I started to think of anything he could possibly discuss with the moon goddess. "The hunters are not to be trusted, Elena. They are malevolent, evil. They manipulate people into thinking they are saving the world from harm. Their game is to make the world believe in them and then attack from the back. The hunter boys are just agents, working for their malicious father." "Do you know them that much?." I snuffed a question. "Believe me, I've eaten and dined with them. I've worked with them and they betrayed me. " I breathed out, tucking the instinct that made me not believe her behind. The way she explained about my mate and the house of the hunters were unbelie