The Hunter Wants To Lay Low Novel Novels & Stories

We walked to the same table where we had sat on that one evening when we met her. I felt Helios come forward and start scanning the entire pub, hoping she would be sitting somewhere. A feeling of disappointment bubbled up when Helios realised that Elizabeth wasn’t there. Hunter sat in that typical laid-back position that only he could pull off: slouched back, one arm draped over the back of the chair as if he could silence the wood itself. It gave the impression that he was relaxed, while I knew he was actually taking in the room, scanning for possible danger. Only when Kael — Hunter’s wolf — was certain that the area was safe and all possible escape routes were clear, would Hunter truly rel

When I open my eyes, I find the room is dark with only a glimpse of light coming from the table lamp. Did I fall asleep? “Her temperature is very low…” someone whispers. The rest of his sentence doesn’t reach my ears. I’m fully awake this time, but I don’t make that known. Not when two shadows are in the room, which means two people that wouldn’t leave. I only need one person with me now—Hunter. If I could be alone with him, I’d do what I have been wanting to do. Take revenge. It’s high time to do so.

“I will provide for you in the way you need. You shall want for nothing. Have the life you wish. But not the husband. For I will not want you like a wife.” I nod. What else can I do? Was this worse than being home? My pack members so clearly thought little enough of me to place me in this sitation to begin with. And the pack here is beautiful, so spending time here may not be a hardship. Perhaps here I could even study… I try to think positively. “Good.” Hunter offers a half smile, almost slyly as he stood from the bed. “Now, I am going out. Do not wait up.”

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.