The Hunter Wants To Live Quietly Characters Novels & Stories

I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise. “Let's hunt them down entirely!” This cause everyone to shout this very sentence for much longer than I ever expected. “Grandma...” I eyed Grandma, expected she will stop this commotion of hunting down the whole species. I thought... she said the huntress is exist to justify the wrong! “Isn't it wrong to put into your hand the life and death of someone?” This cause my heart to felt dread. I don't even understand what this Lycan is all about, but I only know Grandma is despise this species as if they are suppose not to exist!

“Because no one loves you. No one cares about you. All these hunters around you—they don’t care, Jerry. They only fear you. And one day, someone will rise and drive a dagger into your cold, black heart.” Jerry’s eyes darkened, his grip on the knife tightening. The hunters nearby exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the shift in their leader’s mood. Jerry sneered, his voice dripping with venom. “You think you’re so righteous? So untouchable?” He stood up and kicked dirt at her feet. “Let’s see how long you can keep up this bravado.” A hunter approached Jerry and whispered something in his ear. His expression shifted, a sinister smile curling across his lips.

said Cael. “There is just a misunderstanding ...” the man said. The hunters did not speak, but the man admitted to the three. “I’m the one who kills.” It says. His companions listened to him. “I meant killing.” “Stop it..” the woman said. “I’m curious about who the hunters are and what they can do ...” he said. ‘What are you doing?’ ‘Let me do this. It is our chance to kill the meddler. ‘ ‘Are you crazy?’

“I thought you had abandoned us. We were starting to think we would have to walk out with targets on our backs.” Hunter gave a tight chuckle, running a hand over his short hair, leaving it standing up in nervous spikes. “Of course not. I can’t abandon you, even if I tried.” His expression darkened, shadows deepening under his eyes. “I took so long because there are warriors and cops everywhere. They are brutal, shooting on sight, no questions asked. They have already kicked out a handful of your kind. Some didn’t make it, bodies were left in the streets like trash. Honestly, I don’t think you will make it out alive without my help. Not tonight.” "Then let’s just stay here and never go back t

Hunter’s hand moved slightly through my hair, slow and absentminded Ashe seemed to be in deep thoughts. My eyes drifted closed again, and for the first time that night...I let myself believe we might actually make it to tomorrow intact. Maybe not safely, not yet at least, but still together. And in a word like ours, that was already something worth holding onto. ********* HUNTER'S POV. The room was quiet, not the kind of quiet that came before danger, not the kind that made your skin tighten and your instincts wake up. This one was different, almost… peaceful.

Hunter hesitated for a moment, his jaw tight, before reluctantly releasing his grip on the weapon. The blond-haired man; Manuel, as I would later learn, smirked, seemingly unbothered by the near-death experience. Hunter glared at him, his eyes sharp and unrelenting, before turning his attention to me. “Everyone,” Hunter said, his voice firm. “This is my wife, Anya Steele.” The room went silent.

Now I'm feeling dirty, and I hate this so much. She turns to me and gives me a big and happy smile like we know each other for ages like we are the best couple ever. I appreciate her trying, but I don't like a cheap woman around me. I'm a lone wolf, and besides that, I love fancy and good-looking females, not these pyjamas with butterflies and sleepers. "Hey, Hunter. I prepared some..."

Hunter said. I hummed when he said that. Hunter is a very private person, he doesn’t like any type of attention, no one knows what is going on in his life not even Rick that’s how private he is. Hunter and I didn’t a word for more than five minutes, I hate this awkward silence. It’s just Hunter, Hunter that I have known for long, my inner thought said. “Uhmm... Where are you taking me to?.” I asked, I hate this awkwardness, I hope the ice will soon break, I can’t take this anymore.

“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.”

The hunters knew that they were getting close. They crept forward, their weapons at the ready, until they caught sight of Tate standing in a clearing, his massive form silhouetted against the moonlit sky. Without hesitation, the hunters opened fire, their silver bullets ripping through the air and striking Tate with deadly force. Tate came to realize at that moment that he had been on a bad path for so long and barely escaped from the hunters. He went back home to his brother, and Marcus gladly allowed him take back his place knowing that he really had changed.