The Hunter Wants To Lay Low Novel Novels & Stories

Every stolen touch, every glance, every whispered joke in the midst of chaos made the danger sweeter, more urgent. Ahead, a dumpster and a stack of crates provided temporary cover. We crouched behind them, breathing hard, eyes scanning. The hunter moved past, unaware. My chest heaved, adrenaline coursing through me. Travis pressed close again, brushing his lips to my temple, whispering, “We’re good. For now. But not forever.” I felt the weight of his words, a subtle warning beneath the intimacy. The hunters were relentless, and the rumors of their weapon weren’t just whispers anymore—they were real, imminent.

I have to ensure that the hunters stay align with the plan, even as doubt linger in my mind. The hunter's crib is nestleddeep in the shadows of the nearby woods. I approached cautiously, signallingucius go remain outside as lookout. He nodded, blending into the darkness. I push the creaking door open and step into the dimly lit cabin. The air reeks of smoke and metal, a reminder of the weapons the hunters wield so viciously against my kind. The hunters, rough men with hardened favs greet me with a mix of suspicion and interest. In my perfect disguise, I maintain a calm demeanor. I am being led to a secluded room by their leader.

He walked past Poe into the common room toward the stairs, where a serving maid gave him a cursory glance. Once in the room, Hunter replied, “Where else would I go.” Hunter took an apple from a platter of fruit and cheese and jerky. “Back to the forest, the known, the familiar.” Hunter licked apple juice from his fingers and placed the remnants of the core back on the platter. He picked up a piece of cheese, gave it a sniff before placing it back on the platter. “There is no going back, no safety to be found in the known and familiar, and since I am less than I once was, it is best that I stay with you.”

Veronica expected Lucian to be waiting in some shadowed corner like a guilty man. And on the floor, half-curled on the rough boards near Lucian’s table, a hunter lay collapsed like a discarded coat. Veronica slowed for half a beat, letting her gaze take the scene in without giving anyone the satisfaction of knowing she’d noticed. The hunter’s chest rose shallowly. His eyelids fluttered once, then fell again. A sedative tremor sat in his limbs, the body’s last protest before it surrendered to whatever Lucian had put in him.

Originally, Hunter also had to trample over mountains of corpses and seas of blood to reach his current position. He was the sky, the ruler, and he didn't care about anything. Such people were terrifying. Lena had been calming down in the car for half an hour, somewhat impressed with her quick thinking. If she had seen Grady crawling, she would have been scared and run away, and she would have definitely ended up dead in front of Grady. Big shots like Hunter don't like timid people at all. He is elegant and ruthless, an abyss, so he also hopes that the people around him are also abyss.

And I will tell her that as soon as we get to the house. We walked back to my place in silence, trying to appear casual in case anyone else was watching us. But if there were others around, Diana would know it, so we should be safe for now. “So, do you have any actual food in this place?” The Hunter questioned. Yes, I’m going to call him The Hunter. If I use his name, it’s like accepting that he’s staying. Sort of like if you name a stray cat or dog, you now have a pet. I don’t need a pet human.

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.

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.

She seems don't mind the cut off and continued with a strange expression, “This is confidential-” “How can you say it is when you handed me a jade of information?!” She craned her neck, lost all the necessary excuses. She sigh after realizing I already frustrated. She ask with a bit of confussion, “How can the young lady realize my lies?” I sneered. “You really asking that? Really, how can you be a huntress?” She pondered about it, and it only cause my heart to shook with too much frustration. She said after, “Well, I'm not actually a huntress...”

Pressing the gun hard against the side of his leg, Hunter made his way up her driveway. He took the three steps that lead to her porch. He looked back to see if no one was watching him. No one. He looked up at the sky, there were no stars visible just a huge round moon. The whitish greyish of the moon lit up the night sky. It would have been a perfect evening for couples to have a picnic on a mountain somewhere or cuddle on a sofa and watch a romantic movie. But for Hunter, this was a perfect day to murder his childhood psychologist and kill the pain that had been living inside of him ever since his first meeting with her.