The Hunter Wants To Live Quietly Characters Novels & Stories

Terrifying in its calmness. I tried to speak but only a squeak came out. Hunter tilted his head. Like he was studying me. Like he was deciding exactly how he wanted to destroy me. The quietness stretched between us. Serious and deadly. I was going to die in this place. And nobody would ever find my body.

They’d slotted into our small-town world as easily as if they’d always been here, and I was glad they’d stayed. This was partly (and only partly) because they were two of the most normal hunters I knew. For instance, there was Torre, stood opposite me. She was the oldest hunter among us, with shrivelled brown skin and cataracts, but she swore she could take on anything that came her way – and in heels, too, if she happened to be wearing them. She slept with her hair in curlers, and once she’d staked a vampire through the heart with them in, complete with slippers on her feet and a dressing gown tossed across her shoulders.

“The shop shows itself to the ones who listen. And because you should know what kind of teeth the world bares when it thinks it has the right.” My mouth was dry. “The hunters. They… you never heard anything? No rumor? No—” “People talk,” Mrs. Finch said. “People always talk. None of it came with bones.” A beat. “And no law bothers to hunt a hunter.” Silence spread across the counter like spilled ink. I didn’t reach for it. I let it stain. “I’m sorry,” I said finally, because the words were small and helpless and the only honest ones I had.

Lukas was done when two people spoke “ I don't agree with her being our Luna” they said in unison “ What your reason” I can see he is trying to control his anger “She’s human.” They spoke in unison and people began t o murmur. “She’s a hunter.” “She’s weak.”

She said and then looked at Oscar. "There is another hunter out there; he seems to have the same vision as Giles and John Hunter. He is not working with them, but he is trying to make it seem like the attacks are from Giles. Our community isn't as large as it once was. If this hunter is allowed, he will wipe us out. Unlike the Hunters that had ties to the supernatural community, this one has no ties anywhere." She warned Oscar. "Do you know his name?" Oscar asked her, and she shook her head.

"Your such a party pooper Jaxon" 'Yeah yeah. Course I am. I'll take being a party pooper over being a manwhore any day of the week' Saying it in my head feels much better than saying it out loud. I love Hunter as if he was a blood brother but sometimes I question him. Not because he's a mean or vicious person, I just find him really strange. One moment he wants to find true love. Have the family. Live a happy-go-free life with someone and then there are times like now where he hates the idea of being with someone. "What's the background of this pack anyway?" Charlie asks. The first time he's spoken all morning.

"Enough," he growls. The Archivist snarls. "You're out of bounds, Hunter." He ignores her, turning to me. "Get up. Unless you want to be a footnote." The static recognizes him. Not his face-his *essence*. He smells of blood and static, like me. "Who are you?" I demand. He sheathes his blade. "Someone who's read your story. And *hates* the ending." --- **The Hunt**

I didn't know how I would get home without touching the ground, and I was scared. As I cried, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching. A brave-looking hunter emerged from the darkness, his eyes scanning the surroundings before landing on me. He saw Uwang's lifeless body and his expression turned grim. "Help me," I whispered, my voice shaking with fear. The hunter's eyes met mine, and he took a step closer. "What's happening?" he asked, his voice deep and rough. I hesitated, unsure of what to say. The man looked like a hunter, and I didn't know if I could trust him. I glanced at Uwang's body, and then back at the hunter, unsure of how to explain the situation.

Hunter said. “I only want the truth, so don’t lie!” I exclaimed. “What? You think I chose to speak because I was afraid of you? You're stupid to think that," Mrs. Hunter replied as she walked to the kitchen. “Tell me, is my mother alive? or is she in the hunter’s custody?” I asked. "If you want to know the truth, you have to sit and calm down," Mrs. Hunter said as I looked at the beer she had placed in front of me. "It can help you calm down," she added as she gulped her beer before sitting.

Ronan stayed just ahead of me, making sure that anyone who wanted to reach me would have to go through him first. In the far corner of the room, the hunter sat at an old wooden table that looked worn and rough. His face was partly hidden by the shadows, but his sharp eyes caught the weak light and stood out clearly. He leaned back in his chair, looking calm and relaxed, as if nothing in the room could threaten him. “Well, well,” he said with a slow smile. “Look who decided to show up.” Ronan cleared his throat and stepped forward. “Let us finish this quickly.”