Synopsis Of The Hunter: A Novel Novels & Stories

Claire interrupted, “What exactly is a Hunter?” He took a deep breath, steadying himself. “A hunter is a type of human who was or is a Mythical bounty hunter. They have enhanced skills; fighting abilities, enhanced senses. I think one or both of your parents were Hunters. Especially after seeing you in action. Haven’t you ever wondered how you could fight and keep up with the wolves and vampires in your coven and pack? Love, you ARE A HUNTER.”

I saw the young boy wake up, his eyes wide with terror as a Hunter grabbed his father by the throat. "Let him go!" I found myself screaming. I didn't think. I just ran toward them. I swung my bandaged hands, hitting the Hunter’s arm. A jolt of white-hot pain shot up my shoulders, but the silver light—that strange, terrifying heat—flashed for a split second. The Hunter let out a muffled grunt and stumbled back, his sleeve smoking. "It's her!" the Hunter shouted. His voice was muffled by the mask. "We found her! Don't kill her yet, the advisor wants her alive!"

"Mr. Reynolds! Save me!" Hunter had gone pale with fear. His palms were slippery with sweat as he held onto the gun. "It's alright. He's gone." Elton pointed. Hunter realized that the dark shadow was drifting further and further away from him. He had been so nervous that he hadn't noticed at all. "What's going on, Mr. Reynolds? My men—" Hunter looked down at the corpses on the ground. The shot had gone right through their foreheads. It was probably the work of a sniper rifle.

The hunters knew that they were getting close. They crept forward, their weapons at the ready, until they caught sight of Tate standing in a clearing, his massive form silhouetted against the moonlit sky. Without hesitation, the hunters opened fire, their silver bullets ripping through the air and striking Tate with deadly force. Tate came to realize at that moment that he had been on a bad path for so long and barely escaped from the hunters. He went back home to his brother, and Marcus gladly allowed him take back his place knowing that he really had changed.

‘I am weak, but I can try,’ she says and I nod. I walked up to the arena and jumped inside the ring, making the entire crowd gasp and roar in anger but I didn’t care. I shifted into my beautiful, big white wolf. Her fur shone brightly just like the moonlight in a cold, dark night. Right now, Hunter is in the darkness. And I want to be the light that guides him out of it. He needs me, and I’m going to bring him back. HUNTER’s POV Darkness. Cold, bottomless darkness. I couldn’t remember how I got here or why, but I remember that I was fighting my father… or should I even call him that?

“So, is Ansh the culprit or not? Chandrika…Why did she let me live? All this time when Ansh was telling me to stay away from Chandrika he knew this? Should I hate Ansh or not? Is it his fault? That night when we were surrounded by a pack of wolves in the mountain…Ansh easily went along with them and was playing with them…His eyes were glowing in the dark…That wasn’t my illusion…He is a werewolf.” All these thoughts were clouding up in her head. She was still confused about what to do. She signalled them to leave the room as she covered herself with blanket. The three of them left the room as they didn’t want to bother her anymore. Her condition wasn’t good at all. Shama closed her eyes as sh

I breathed hard, dragging my body up as I crawled forward on all fours like a fucking dog. I didn't stop, didn't even look back, not even when the air around me stiffened. Not even when the animals went quiet and the trees froze as though they had held their breath. Because deep down, I already knew what this meant. Growing up, I heard stories, rumours by the other slaves about the Hunter's Territory. No one dared to cross last this line, not even Alpha's or Betas and especially, not Omegas like myself. This land belonged to someone or something more deadly and mysterious.

Her look of surprise at my sudden appearance was most amusing, her eyes widening in shock, but I couldn't enjoy the sight for long because her partner below had raised his weapon to fire. I snatched the hunter off the wall and fazed, only narrowly evading the bullet that was fired at me, hearing it whistle past my ear. With the struggling hunter tossed over my shoulder, I reappeared behind the male hunter, and to my surprise, he responded with speed unfitting for a human, turning and firing another round straight at my chest before I could even register his movement. Scared my bride would get caught in the crossfire, I flung her away just before the bullet pierced my skin, the impact like a

His mother communicated, and a fit of giggles bounced in the room while a growl escaped Hunter’s mouth which he earned raised eyebrows from his mama. “You know, I’m starting to think that I’m the adopted child. Why does Bella get all the sweet sides of you while all you want to do every single day is embarrass me?” Hunter whined, dropping the identity of the mafia Don he was and acting as if he was a sixteen years old- wait what? “Hunter, is that a gun? Why are you with that here? What if the fire goes off when you’re trying to carry the babies?” My heartbeat accelerated while I looked at the silver glint of metal poking out of his jeans.

So, the Power Keep for the Trelinin Protectors would be the treasure of a lifetime,’ Zen filled me in. Fuck. Shit. Damn. There was no doubt in my being when it came to my mad respect for Ziyah. Thirty-seven years being tortured and abused, accepting the punishments without fail just to protect her people’s legacy. “So, you know where Haleen is then?” he asked us after a minute of silence. Dante had his signature cocky smirk and threw his arm over the back of his mate’s chair. “Mhm. She very fucking beautifully interrogated one of the wolves that were working with the Darkies. Fucking hell, man. You should watch her next interrogation. Even Elle was thoroughly fucking impressed,” he said smug