The Hunter Wants To Lay Low Novel Novels & Stories

I was right about the shooter thinking they hit their target; she’s come down from her perch and now it's a fair fight. “I’m not doing that right now; I don’t need to be a shifter to find someone from the Academy.” I snap at Low. I don’t care what I am or who I am right now; I’m a trained hunter and I know how to find my targets. “Just shut up.” I hiss as softly as possible; the sound of footsteps softly hitting the forest floor is getting closer to us, which means we have limited time before the woman is on us. “But –" Ghost mumbles from behind my hand. I press down harder on his lips, making sure he has no choice but to shut up.

"Let's get those damn trackers out of us." We waited an extra day, just in case more came. The mountain remained eerily quiet, the snow undisturbed except for the tracks we had left behind. By the time the sun began to dip behind the trees, casting long shadows across the frozen ground, we were packing up and heading down. The whole thing felt wrong. Orin. Jade. Werewolf hunters turning into what they hunted? All of it felt off. What was the point of it all? The truck came into view, buried under a layer of snow, and I couldn’t have been happier to see it.

Crystal Snow POV I tried my best to show him, love, to show him that for me, he is more important than his money. But it did not work. Hunter was and still is the most hunted man from New York, a billionaire who can have everything and anything at any time. He was forced to marry me, a simple woman just because he needed to look good in papers like a married man and a loving person. I was easy prey because of my red and long hair like fire, my blue sparkling eyes and my slim body. I was just the perfect wife but in reality, for him, I'm nobody.

God, I love when bitter men with skills are freshly dumped and emotionally available for revenge. As I closed my laptop, the city buzzed outside, clueless. The McLarens thought they’d seen the last of me. But what they didn’t know? The real Hunter doesn’t bark. She stalks. And tomorrow? I’d be loading my arrows. With a coder at my side and a vendetta in my veins. Let the slow burn begin. Tomas De Nero. He used to be Venice’s little tech puppet. Her lapdog. Her project. Her "I’m-dating-a-smart-guy-for-extra-credit" accessory.

Her eyes lit up as she saw them. "Yes, they are. Do you read those kinds of books?" Hunter asked, glancing at the books and then at Aleah’s reaction. He had never seen such enthusiasm before. Then again, he wasn't the kind of person who enjoyed socializing. Perhaps that's why he was known as a master tactician and strategist—because of his solitary nature. He spent more time at the camp than at his own home. He didn't have many friends outside the Astral Guardian Camp and was probably closer to his guns than to people.

I have a plan to stop that bitch no matter what. Hunter James after our last encounter, he had gone into hiding. His a coward but useful and resourceful that's why I didn't turn him away when he approached me saying he wanted novafor himself,he gave me the perfect chance to get rid of her. When I reached the old lodge he was staying in, I didn’t bother disguising my presence. I knocked once. No answer. I knocked again, harder. A voice came from inside. “Who is it?” “You know exactly who it is,” I replied calmly.

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.

Not me Never me I never asked for this To be loved To fall in love To be in this mess I needed a way to save myself and the process of my thiught killing me I became a mess and started to hit the awful walls until I bleed, but no amount of pain could deny the truth That why I chose to leave, but I felt I just had to write it down I know he might never be able to see this cause why the fuck would he come looking for me after denying Jeremy, to take him back? I wasn’t some golden trophy that deserved that much attention myself I just wanted to leave the country so that he could be happy, cause I was the poison that would make sure he is dead After wrapping the piece of shit perfectly, leaving

I glance over at the fire and notice that it has died down and all that is left are a couple embers. Realizing that it must be only four or five, I try to fall back asleep by closing my eyes, but then I hear another noise and it seems like it is getting closer and closer by the second. I open my eyes just in time to see a hunter leap into the air and come down on the place where I lay with his knife out and a closed fist hits me in the head just before I black out.

The quiet sanctuary of Grandma’s house, with its scent of freshly baked bread and the gentle rustle of leaves, was now a façade. Beneath its peaceful exterior, a silent war raged, with Hunter at the center, a ghost moving between two worlds. The one where he was a patient, attentive caretaker for Evelyn, and the other, a ruthless strategist meticulously dismantling a man's empire.