The Hunter Wants To Lay Low Novel Novels & Stories

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.”

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.”

If he thinks that I would have come in here without my Ruger, then he is seriously mistaken. So as Raven whisks Cassandra off and they get lost into the crowd from each table to the other, I am left alone with Hunter. While I am slowly sipping on a chilled glass of whiskey, he makes the bold move to come and sit closer. Now, if I was any other man, this is where I would be shitting myself. I know that his only intention is to intimidate me, yet he does not know that the Christian Caine he used to know has grown up from being that boy into this man.

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.

I raised the rifle and aimed it at Timothy. “Move or I swear to all that is holy, I will shoot you.” He laughed and moved forward until the barrel of the gun pressed into his chest. “Then shoot me, darling, or better yet why don’t you hear us out.” I disengaged the safety and his laughter died. “I just want to hunt and go home. Move.” He ran his fingers over the barrel. “How about a game, beautiful?” My hands loosened on the gun a little. “What game?,” I asked, curiously.

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...”

As soon as he did he stepped on the gas and reversed away with bullets piercing the tires and shattering the windscreen. "Lay low!" The flat tires plus uneven ground caused the car to slow down. Before they knew it Angelo's car was almost nose to nose with theirs. "Give it up, kiddo, there's no way you're going to get far with flat tires and two guns." "Shut up!" Hunter told him. Hunter was laying low, watching the rear, trying to stay on the path. He had one hand on the wheel and the other aimlessly shooting at the car in front of them.

He laughed. “It shoots blessed wooden stakes. It will work just fine.” “You’re a hunter?” he hissed, backing away. “What gave me away?” I smirked, not moving the gun. “What do you want? And what happened to you?” “Your guards put up a hell of a fight.” I smiled, “My employer wants back what you stole.” “I stole nothing, who is your employer?” he asked, annoyed. “The order has sent me on behalf of Alpha Rawlins, you have taken something important from his pack, and he wants it back.” I explained.