The Hunter's Gonna Lay Low Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. Hunter's eyes flickered with something—concern, maybe? Or urgency. Either way, I knew he understood the gravity of the situation. He straightened up, his muscles tensing as if readying for a fight. The middle-aged couple exchanged a wary glance but said nothing more, as if they, too, sensed the storm brewing just outside their quiet little world. Dean leaned in closer to Hunter. “Watch yourself, kid. If that Alpha’s close, there’s no telling what he’ll do.”

The hunter scent is stronger now, closing in from different sides. Alright. It's been a while since I tasted a bit of blood. I'll start with these hunters now. Vote and comment for the next chapter..

They instinctively looked down. Then everyone froze. The pink, suggestive interface of "Goddess Hunter" disappeared. It was replaced by a cold black interface that looked like a tombstone. At the center of the screen, the photo of me that had been treated as prey vanished too. In its place was Gary's face, twisted with shock. Under his photo, blood red words slowly appeared. [New game activated, Scumbag Hunter.] [Target: Gary Zachary York.] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time.

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.

Chapter 138: Late Night Thoughts In the weeks after Poppy left Idaho, Hunter threw himself into ranch work with unwavering gusto. He was up before dawn, working calls to markets in the east, distributors who were only too happy to purchase McFall beef. Normally, it was the business end of things that Hunter hated, but for now, he was glad for something to do when his dreams wouldn't let him sleep.

He is standing with his back turned against me, his eyes trained on the other person. I focus on him instead. He looks stunned, his eyes widened, and his lips parted. “That is impossible,” he mutters, shaking his head. “That veil hasn’t been breached in years. Who could have…” “Only one breed,” he drawls. “Hunters.” “Shit!” I didn’t think they were going to figure it out so fast. My breath hitches in my throat when he angles his head a fraction, when everything suddenly stops, as if he can sense me.

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.

Behind us on the forest floor it looked to be about 20 rogue wolves heading towards the pack's bonfire, I can't let them reach there though who know if there's kids out there that might get injured in their attack or worst ,die I just couldn't let that happened, we were now onto a tree which gave us a clear view of the bonfire that was taking place at the pack house where everyone is at enjoying themselves waiting for our arrival Laying low there, we saw Chelsey entering the yard with the car, parking it in the corner before coming out , to be welcomed by non other than Blake or should I say alpha blake cause I think he's alpha now , they started talking so I adjust my ears to hear them "Hel

Hunter says, walking over to me slowly. The look on his face as he stares down at me should have me worried. I have seen this look so many times, but the numbness has already taken over. 'You're just going to lay there like a dead fish again, Lucy?' Nia snarls as Hunter starts unbuttoning his pants. 'Stop,' I tell her in a dry tone. Hunter kneels down and looks at me. "Good, you're not going to fight back," he says with a grin.

Claire whispered, and as everyone watched with bated breaths, Hunter looked down at his chest right where his heart should be— at the bullet hole and blood gushing out like little overflowing rivers from it before he collapsed into an inviting and dreamless darkness. Tbc...