Novel & Cerita The Hunter Wants To Live Quietly Characters

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.

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.

We’d dragged in tables and chairs, though most of the chairs were left unused and had been discarded to one side, as the majority of us had opted to sit on the tables or stand. I’d settled myself down next to Sierra, who had been alone and off to one side. Though she was well-liked, there was still some unease between the other hunters and her, especially since the mishap with Old Tim. I’d found that if I referred to it as a mishap, and nothing more, then I could deal with it.

“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.

Porter was not even sure of his benefactor’s whereabouts at this time. Meanwhile, Hunter had been violently struggling to break free, but his fists were completely immobilized. He stared at Charlie with a pair of extremely terrified eyes, and he asked with incomparable nervousness and apprehension, “You… Who the hell are you?!” Charlie raised his eyes and said indifferently, “I’ve already told you that my name is Charlie Wade.” As he spoke, Charlie smiled and asked him, “Hunter Lang, haven’t you been clamoring that you were going to kill me since yesterday? Why? Could it be that this is the extent of your strength?”

"If not, I'll have to kill you to feed my hunger." Nate utterly stopped talking, defiantly disregarding his statements. He looked up, trying to find a way out. The ground was wet and slick from the rain, and he was tall. They heard footsteps coming, and at the top of the hole, a strange man materialized. "Who are you?" The man had no idea who these people trapped in the hole may be, and he was undoubtedly a hunter from some unknown pack. The hunter was unable to hear Ed and Nate since they were speaking simultaneously.

I could see the moment Charles regrets opening his mouth to say those words to me, the moment that murder entered my eyes while I fought off my very pissed off wolf. Charles bears his neck to us in submission in an attempt to cool our rising anger and save himself from the ass kicking that Hunter is begging to allow him to dish out. Hunter is known for being a murderous beast, but he has never acted out against our pack members until the delightful Salara came into our lives. Now, Hunter doesn’t care who they are if they say something we don’t like about our mate.