The Hunter Wants To Lay Low Novel Novels & Stories

The moment the witch left me alone. "Prideful hunters, branding their insignia on every damned thing they own." As she said that with clear disdain, it finally occurred to me with sinking dread that my gun carried the distinctive hunter insignia etched prominently into its side. When I'd aimed at the lizard lady earlier, I'd basically announced loudly who and what I was to everyone watching. How could I possibly make such a rookie mistake? I was better than this. "Fine. I'll go with you." "You didn't have much of a choice, hunter."

"Let go of me, you dickhead!" "I thought you wanted this to be over with as soon as possible?" "Which is why I am telling you to let go of me and stop playing around—" "I am not playing around. On the contrary, I am actually more than ready to start now. You have already realized our position right now, don't you?” Hunter said before he pulled Liza by the waist again, and before Liza could get a grip, one of his hands already slid from her waist to her naked womanhood, which surprised her and was also the reason for her to let go of her picked-up clothes, and for her lips to part slightly. And before Liza could recover from the shock, Hunter's hand moved again, and this time he was already g

Her eyes fell on a book with a black cover, the gold letters reading: “The Art of Breaking Chains.” She pulled it free, curiosity winning, and curled into his leather chair. The chair was far too big for her, swallowing her small frame, but she felt oddly safe in it. Before she realized, her eyelids grew heavy. The book slipped onto her lap as she drifted into sleep. Hunter returned late, his mood thunderous after the ring, after Geret. His mind was sharp, his body burning with violence he hadn’t been able to unleash fully. But the instant he stepped into the quiet house, he sought her.

“Because I have all the necessary weapons to take them down.” “I don’t want to take anyone down I just want a faceoff with the old man.” “You will never get to the old man. What’s your obsession with him anyway?” Naveen questioned. Hunter looked at the photo of a girl on the table. “This time we are doing things my way,” Hunter looked at Naveen. “Well there is one thing.” “What is it?” “I know you have been looking for a manuscript.” Hunter's eyes glowed. “Yes,” he said.

He had turned from hunter to hunted. “I-.” The hunter started but then he hesitated. His eyes darted around as if he was looking for some way out of the mess that he found himself in. “Hey, focus on me. Why don’t you answer my question huh?” I asked. “You hunters never seemed to hesitate when you were killing innocents. Why are you hesitating now?” I asked. I was already gaining further confidence in the situation, and momentum with my words. The hunter seemed to still not be able to answer.

At that moment, the hunter became the hunted. The place went dead silent. The only sound in the abandoned building was the wind howling. The next second, phone notifications rang one after another, breaking the silence. The men who had surrounded me now seemed rooted in place, all lowering their heads and staring at their phones. In just a few seconds, the expressions on their faces shifted from greed to shock, then to excitement…

My raised eyes began to furrow, I started to think of anything he could possibly discuss with the moon goddess. "The hunters are not to be trusted, Elena. They are malevolent, evil. They manipulate people into thinking they are saving the world from harm. Their game is to make the world believe in them and then attack from the back. The hunter boys are just agents, working for their malicious father." "Do you know them that much?." I snuffed a question. "Believe me, I've eaten and dined with them. I've worked with them and they betrayed me. " I breathed out, tucking the instinct that made me not believe her behind. The way she explained about my mate and the house of the hunters were unbelie

My eyes landed on a sight that filled me pride and lust. Gunner’s knees wrapped around the hunter's head as he gracefully threw his body through the air, landing in a crouching position. My eyes snapped to the hunter in front of him, pointing his gun at Gunners face. I felt my skin burst into flames of rage and my heart exploded inside me, I lifted off the ground ready to unleash hell on these monsters. I reached for the hunter, lifting him into the air. I tensed and turned my fingers, compacting his body in on itself. I let his broken and twisted body fall to the ground in front of Gunner. He turned to look at me and our eyes connect for moment, his eyes flickered with a silver glow before

He staggers for a moment and then slowly sways and falls down. I take this opportunity to shift back and grab a pair of basketball shorts in a nearby storage bin. I keep my eye on the hunter since she looks like she’s on her own. I don’t know if she can drag him on her bike or pack him back. We’re actually pretty far from where they’re based so I want to make sure she’s not gonna need my help. I watch her get off the bike and take a second to admire the view. She’s wearing some tight jeans, boots, and a black tank top. The perfect outfit to allow me to see all of her curves, even from all the way over here. I don’t want to look like a creeper so I make a sound so she knows I’m here. She take

It had changed, the prophecy had changed. Her large brown eyes search my face. Lana’s fingers let go of mine. She steps forward in the space between me and Logan’s wolf. Carefully manoeuvring through the dead bodies. Her head turns back and forth between us. Like she didn’t know where to go. As the image became clearer. I see that I am surrounded by bodies too. Blood splattered across my bare skin. I wasn’t wearing anything, like I had shifted. You couldn’t tell who the killer was, but we had both lost a lot of people.