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

The life of a hunter is cruel and short…there was never any room for kindness. Taking a deep breath, I launch into the attack. My kicks and punches coming so quickly, I catch a moment of surprise in his eyes and I feel a trill of excitement. Today, ol’ man. I am going to win today. I press forward as he scrambles to block each attack I throw at him; barely holding his ground. He moves away from me and I smile in triumph as I swing with my right fist. His eyes narrow and he dips below my swing, his own punches landing right in the middle of my stomach. I gasp at the pain ballooning through my body as his leg sweeps under my feet and I land hard on my back.

I should be the one to take down our quarry. But what can I do about it now? She’s already moving into position. I close my eyes. We’re going to have to talk about that later. Even if she is a good hunter, she’s not in charge when we’re out on a hunt. We’ll have to get that straight. For now, though, it’s too late to make any changes. We’ll just have to see what she can do. We’re almost definitely going to lose this deer. I grit my teeth and move out into plain sight.

I touched my stomach, felt the faint pulse of something new and miraculous, and whispered to the dark: “Let them talk. Let them doubt. I’ll show them what a filthy hunter can do.”

Elena smiled. “And tonight, we will decide her fate.” I clutched the paper in my palm. The trap was set. Now, I just had to survive the hunt. END OF CHAPTER 12

Let him take that promise however he will. Hunter smooths one thumb over my lower lip considering, hunger kindling in his hooded eyes. "Perhaps you do at that..." His face lowers towards mine unhurriedly. I let my eyes fall closed, victory singing in my veins. The fox comes to me willingly in the end.

I can feel blood trickle down from my head and conclude this must be what happens after the trunk opens in my first vision. I concentrate to slow my breathing so I don’t panic. Everything seems to darken suddenly, but I can still hear the busyness of the city. The trunk flies open and I see a man with a tattoo of a cross through a crescent moon, letting me know he’s a hunter. He easily picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. “Stop squirming mutt.”

Chapter 41 Third Person POV “She won’t wake up, why won’t she wake up? Did I hit her too hard? No, no, no I didn’t. She deserved it. She didn’t listen to me, she stayed with him.” Hunter pauses and looks at Sadie laying on a mattress he found in the Cabin he bought under a different name. He starts pacing again. “She didn’t leave him. he survived he survived the fire. I made sure he wouldn’t, and he still did. I thought they were done but she went to see him and spent time with him even though he didn’t remember her. why would she want to be with him when she can be with me. we’re meant for each other. She can’t be with him; she needs to be with me. I love her. He doesn’t love her like I do.

She took a few shots of what happened and stood there watching with a slow surge of panic that slowly built up in her body. Just as she was there staring at the scene, the sharp eyes of the Z clan men went in the direction where Thyra stood on the cliff. Thyra noticed this too but didn't falter her gaze as it looked as if they were engaged in an eye battle. One of the Z clan men muttered to his colleagues, "She is going to be the first hunt of Alpha Ryker." On hearing this, Alpha Ryker's eyes quickly spun in the direction where the Z clan men stared with a glare so ferocious that if it were possible, Thyra would have fallen dead immediately. It was as if he was marking his prey to be his fir

Hunter gropes the silver cushion under his damp hair before answering: "It wasn't a big deal, just a fight between boys.” On my stomach, I lean on my forearms, moving my hair away from my face to face it. "Do you want to tell me?” My subconscious swears that this is not a different approach to knowing his secrets, just an innocent question. Hunter doesn't seem to care about my intentions with the question. He is more interested in playing with the ends still in curls of my hair. "I was young and a little dumb. I took a girl to bed, but she was scheduled to marry a rich man. Her brother found out what was happening, and when he heard that I was just a poor guy, we fought, and he stabbed me.”

I didn't know how I would get home without touching the ground, and I was scared. As I cried, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching. A brave-looking hunter emerged from the darkness, his eyes scanning the surroundings before landing on me. He saw Uwang's lifeless body and his expression turned grim. "Help me," I whispered, my voice shaking with fear. The hunter's eyes met mine, and he took a step closer. "What's happening?" he asked, his voice deep and rough. I hesitated, unsure of what to say. The man looked like a hunter, and I didn't know if I could trust him. I glanced at Uwang's body, and then back at the hunter, unsure of how to explain the situation.