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'Let me get you out of here," Hunter didn't know how to carry her. He tried to see what he could do with the machete in her stomach. He reached for it and as soon as he grabbed it, he heard a noise. CLICK CLICK followed by the flash of a camera. He couldn't see the person behind it but whoever that was, took off running. Hunter chased the man. He slowly increased his pace ignoring the pain his whole body was feeling. Getting out of the house, he saw the man disappearing into the woods. He quickly took off. He ran to where he heard the branches of the small trees breaking off. He got nearer to the person by running as fast as he could and when he was a meter away from him, he dived at him sen

She said and then looked at Oscar. "There is another hunter out there; he seems to have the same vision as Giles and John Hunter. He is not working with them, but he is trying to make it seem like the attacks are from Giles. Our community isn't as large as it once was. If this hunter is allowed, he will wipe us out. Unlike the Hunters that had ties to the supernatural community, this one has no ties anywhere." She warned Oscar. "Do you know his name?" Oscar asked her, and she shook her head.

Hunter's running ability is unquestionable. He is a wolf. No matter how fast Jonea drives the scooter and how far she goes, Hunter can find her quickly with his running ability and sense of smell. Hunter cut his way through small alleys between shops and markets. Several times he saw the scooter speeding up at the end of the road. Hunter continues to hunt her. Until he arrived at an entertainment area filled with nightclubs, karaoke places, mini supermarkets, several small restaurants, and many ramen shops scattered there.

His voice sounds increasingly angry with each word . " Which part ? " I scoff . " All of it . I could never kill Diana even if someone took my soul and replaced it with a hunter's ! " He hits back with rage . Hunters are said to be humans with above average abilities , their only aim is to rid the world of supernatural species , more often than not , they tend to go for werewolves and vampires the most . They usually leave seers , witches and related species alone . His statement didn't make sense in the least.

The hunter pulls out a weapon—a sleek, silver blade with intricate engravings that catch the light. Luke, in wolf form, is a blur of powerful muscle and fur, but the hunter’s movements are equally swift and precise. They dodge Luke’s powerful swipes with ease, their blade slicing through the air with deadly accuracy. Each strike and counterstrike sends shivers down my spine, the clash of wolf and hunter reverberating through the room.

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.

For her and her Kingdome she had to kill. A drop of water dropped at her hands and it started raining washing away all the stains of blood from her face. Just then she heard a loud cry. “Ahhhhhhh.” Shama felt as if she knew the voice. It seemed like Ansh’s voice. Shama’s eyes went wide at the realisation. It’s been too much time since they were trapped in this room. The owner of haunted house was also with the assassins. “ANSH” Shama shouted as she heard his voice.

Anna Harris Hunter is a mafia! He isn't just in it, he runs one of the most infamous mafia organization. He told me about it so calmly like it was a piece article on environmental issues in a newspaper. I had spent the whole afternoon and most of the evening thinking about the shit that have been running around me. My Dad, my ex-boyfriend and Hunter, they're all a part of this swamp, a nightmarish thought for me.

JAMES POV We burst through the front door and were confronted. I skidded to a stop. “Jacob Sawyer,” I acknowledged the Hunter in front of me. He looked surprised to see me. “James Adler. I didn’t know you consorted with this sort.” He stood in front of me, looking relaxed, but I knew better. This Hunter has been credited with thousands of kills of my kind. He was strong and ruthless, and he had a serious hatred for anything supernatural, though he wasn’t above using them if they would help meet his needs.

She said, trying to remember the vague of memory, “I'm hunting-” “The hell misty!” “My lady should let me finish my words please?” She giggled, kinda amuse. “And what's wrong hunting if it's for the love of my life?” “How can hunting be related to love, Misty?” My mind spun to the idea, given a destructive results if relates the act to love. She shiver, and somehow a thing last night came to her mind. She murmured, “So if ever, I was hunt... for love?” Misty's eyes widened. “Are you being hunt, my lady?”