The Hunter Wants To Lay Low Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

she said firmly. “Thanks, Claire,” Hunter nodded, a fleeting smile tugging at the corner of his lips before disappearing just as quickly. He turned back to me, his face settling into the grim expression I’d grown familiar with. “I’ll be back in twenty minutes, alright? Just stay put.” I glanced at the couple, unsure if I could trust them or even myself to respond properly. The weight of everything—the danger, the secrecy—pressed down on me. I nodded stiffly, words failing me, as Hunter pulled on his helmet and strode out. The roar of his bike echoed through the quiet parking lot, and I watched him go, a creeping sense of unease settling into my bones.

The crash as I hit the ground is deafening, and for a moment, everything goes black. I can hear the sound of hurried footsteps approaching, and then, suddenly, there’s a pair of strong arms on me, gently turning me over. “Are you okay? Can you hear me?" A deep, rumbling voice asks. I blink up at the sky and instead, I stare at the face of Hunter Graham. For a moment, I’m too stunned to speak, still reeling from my fall and the shock of actually finding him here. Up close, he’s even more breathtaking than the carefully curated photos I had found online and pored over. His chiseled features, his piercing hazel eyes, the way his tousled auburn hair falls across his forehead, it’s all so much mo

She began. “Oh really, How was this great hunter?” He asked. She replied in a low tone that was inaudible to his hearing. “You were ferocious, and I felt the same way I did on that day, my heart pounded.” She confessed in whispers. “What was that?” He asked. He obviously wasn’t able to entertain everything she made to laud to his hearing. “I mean...” she tried to cover her track, presumably with a farce but her words were drawn with the same boy’s shouts of earlier.

she asked. Karen had so many questions, and I didn't know how to answer her. I wished I had the answers, especially now, but I didn't, and it kind of made me feel bad. I knew I had to explain things to her a bit. "The Hunter family are supernatural hunters. They are human beings with special abilities to locate and identify people like me. They also can match our skills and kill us. They are the most dreaded bloodline of all the supernatural hunters. It was all fair initially. The Hunters made sure everyone followed the rules, and no one cheated anyone. We saw them more like judges, juries and executioners. Whenever there were issues, the Hunters would solve them. They could tell when we wer

' Kasper response. 'Yeah! And it's a bit more disturbing that a werewolf hunter is too quiet. Should we head back to our village?' 'But my mom told me to not go back without good news.' 'We can't even find something about that werewolf hunter. I think we need a new plan. It will be hard for us to attack her in this place.' 'Let's talk about that later. For now, let us focus and be careful about following her. Keep a distance where she won't notice you.'

“Like the lies?” “Like the lies.” My voice turned hollow. “It wasn’t so bad at uni – it felt more… separate. But here, so close to my Dads and the other hunters, it got harder.” My mouth went dry at the mention of the other hunters. I paused, sliding one hand free of my legs to roll one of the smoother stakes towards me. I toyed with it, waiting for Harper to say something, waiting for a fresh wave of words to come to me.

Everyone prepared themselves and pin the last part of their chains to the wrought. “Convel, I want you to grab our prisoner.” My eyes never blinked this fast before. “Why?” “I want her to see us, to see what we believe in, and to see how we make sure everyone is safe.” I nodded as a response to what he said. He is determined to let humans, especially hunters, understand us. Minutes after leaving Alarick and my beer, I finally arrived at the dungeon with no guards around because of the blood moon. I slowly entered the dungeon. It was dark, but our eyes could see everything, no matter how dim the surroundings were.

Cedric Killian Hunter was dying. And even though whatever the doctors told him he knew that his time had come and there was no point in stopping the inevitable. He did not even want to do that in the first place. Cedric Hunter had been a man of his own name and caliber and he had certainly made his own place in the world and in the society with his skills and charms. The country which had consigned him as an outcaste and a bastard had been forced to give him the place and the title that he actually deserved. He had done a lot in his life too claim what was his and it had definitely not been very convenient either. But what was handed down easily to the future generations, they never came to

But how many innocent lives would be lost if we went to war with the hunters? Shaking my head, I reach up and rub the puckered scar where the wound had been. The bullet must have been dipped in wolfsbane as it was taking too long to heal. Even with silver, once it was out of the body, healing took very little time but it had already been a week and the scar bothered me as much as the strange girl standing in the clearing.

“What do you mean no leaving the room? No talking back? And I have to kneel when you say so too?” He scoffed in disbelief. “Who the fuck do you think you are to come up with all this? You can not just decide that my life belongs to you when I never asked you for any of this.” He drew in a sharp breath. “I never asked to be hunted. I never asked to be bought bought you! Or rescued like you think you did!” I turned around. He was still talking. The words he was forming tumbled out of his mouth between broken breaths as the tears that ran down both sides of his face just dripped off his chin and onto his shirt—the same shirt I had set out and left for him that morning.