روايات وقصص ضمن The Lonely Hunter

"But since you asked…I'm straight. And single. If I weren't busy working all the time, I'd have a dog, but there you go. Nobody minds that I work late." It satisfied her immensely that he seemed a bit embarrassed, and she plowed ahead. "So since we're asking, Hunter," she took a swig of the fresh drink Starla delivered, "how about you? Do you live in that huge log house all by yourself?" He watched her for a moment, then nodded. "I do. Of course, I have some horses and of course, the cattle. Plus, my ranch foreman lives on the property. I suppose it could be argued that I don't live all by myself."

"Miller? What are you doing here at night?" Jonea lowered her hand and stared directly at the figure before her. "Senior? Why are you here?" asked Jonea with a slightly wary face. *** Hunter was lying in his bed, listening to music. He tried to keep himself busy and make the atmosphere of the quiet room as lively as possible. Hunter is always uncomfortable when he has to be alone. The bedroom door suddenly opened without even warning. Hunter, lying down while listening to music, suddenly sat up. He turned to the door and was about to get mad because he thought Miller was back there.

he rasped again. I struck him another time, to the side of his face. The chair screeched across the floor, and the light trembled from the movement. James didn’t stop me. “Was it Dante?” I screamed again. “Tell me if it was him!” The hunter let out a weak, half-delirious laugh. “You understand nothing,” he babbled. “Dante… doesn’t work alone.” That phrase chilled my blood. James stepped closer, pressing the barrel of the gun to the hunter’s forehead.

The scars my mate made damn sure would never heal, tattooed into each side of my inner thighs. Did the man see those? Humiliation tore at my chest. The sob heaved deep in my throat, but no sound came. I sucked in the pain. Plucked out the noise. I wrapped the towel around my body and pressed another to my damp hair. I opened the door and there the hunter stood, holding clothes out. Women’s clothes. My brow tipped. “My wife’s. My late wife. She died… years ago. She wasn’t nearly as small as you but at least you’ll have something to wear,” he said, avoiding my gaze. I took the clothes from his hand and retreated back to the bathroom.

If we consider someone close to us and that person hide some secret from us, then it hurts a lot. "I'm a hunter; that's why I train this hard to be the best.", I confessed all of a sudden, and he stopped laughing, and he looked at me, wondering if he heard the right thing or if his ears were deceiving him. "Yes, you heard it right, Liam.", I said so that he could stop staring at me like that. “A hunter? So, what’s your job? To fight with a Lion or Tiger? Like Mowgli of Jungle book or lady Tarzan.”, he asked, getting curious. “I hope you’re not into killing things, are you?”

My soul was trembling in fear. The heartbeat kept on growing, fading. Over time the sound was increasing. A dusty window from where a gust of wind came caught my attention as I moved my head following it. Just at that moment, the flashlight fell on my eyes, and I glanced back at the entrance with a minimal gaze. I noticed a shadow standing in front of me, wearing a long white blanket and holding a lantern in one hand. "ARHHHHHH!" I screamed, rivalled by the blast of thunder and rain.

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

The dark figure let out a guttural cry of pain, its life essence flowing forth in a torrent of gore. Hunter is not a skilled swordsman, he sheath his sword to his side for emergency and fights bloody with his lupine abilities. Like a true beast, he launches at a group of five rogues, sending two tumbling in the air with a thrust of his hands as he sinks his teeth deep into one of their necks, his claws piercing through hard bodies, and using his victim as his shield. His jaws are dripping blood, and his clothes are now soaked in it. He sends the last body hurling toward another group as they charge toward him, scattering them in different directions.

The face this man sees staring back at him is a fake one engineered by one of the best lab technicians in my care. He’s still standing here. Oh? Did Hurios not tell him the other part of the deal? I’m not the one that gets to pay him. He’s not getting paid personally at all. “Say cheese.” I murmur with my real voice, staring at him dead in the eyes. He can’t see my gaze through the shades, of course, but I can see him clearly. The man drops dead on the floor as I pull my trigger at him. Straight into his chest and forehead are two bullets in the quiet night, I have a silencer attached to my gun so it was a painless, soundless kill. Somebody will take care of his body.

Hunter knew all too well that every decision comes with its consequences. He made a deal with the Patels' to get rid of Ludo but he didn’t hold his end of the bargain. Despite this, Hunter was no man to be intimidated by the Patels. As a matter of fact, they were out of the picture for him because he had finally got what he sought after; the manuscript. As soon as he got home, he printed the whole manuscript out, took it with him into his carnage backyard and treated himself to some reading. He never remembered when he had read like that but he was determined to finish reading the whole story that very day.