The Lonely Hunter Novels & Stories

His masterpiece had to be preserved for all the ages, for the generations that would be evolved enough to understand and appreciate it. Outside, the fox pounced; then, a second later, it allowed the wriggling rodent to escape for a few staggering steps before pouncing again. A quick kill left no time to savor, gave the hunter no chance to improve his skills. Then the fox’s ears flicked, and in the next instant, it snatched up the vole and darted into the stand of barren bushes. Sullivan’s black sedan rolled down the dirt road at last. The detective had come alone. He would. He was that cocky. A good hunter knew his prey and used its weaknesses.

It was just after 3am in the morning when Hunter arrived at the address which Adrian had sent to him a few days ago. He had come prepared with a crowbar, gun, and sharp knife, leaving no room for errors. The house was on the outskirts of New-York city, hidden behind tall hedges. Hunter stepped out of his car and quietly made his way up the driveway. He tampered with the security camera that was outside and switched it off before he unlocked the closed door with a crowbar and opened it quietly, not wanting to wake up his opponent.

I could sense the tension in the room, but Hunter appeared calm and composed. Hunter is a very handsome man with a tall and masculine build, blue eyes, and jet-black hair. He is a piece of art in himself, and I don't blame the girls who find him attractive enough to fight over him. But despite his good looks, Hunter is a very loyal and trustworthy person. He has always believed in the mate bond and is always against male wolves who mess around in our pack. So, I don't believe he could mess around with Melissa.

"Mr. Reynolds! Save me!" Hunter had gone pale with fear. His palms were slippery with sweat as he held onto the gun. "It's alright. He's gone." Elton pointed. Hunter realized that the dark shadow was drifting further and further away from him. He had been so nervous that he hadn't noticed at all. "What's going on, Mr. Reynolds? My men—" Hunter looked down at the corpses on the ground. The shot had gone right through their foreheads. It was probably the work of a sniper rifle.

“I wouldn’t sleep with you if my life depended on it. I’m not playing Russian roulette with your venereal diseases and all the outside babies you got.” Even the children went quiet. Swan pleaded, “Please. It’s Thanksgiving. Let's just eat and stop the arguing.” The grandfather laughed and said, "Well Hunter should know how it feels to be lonely and on the road and your dick might need a little human pick me up." Hunter suddenly chuckled, pushing his phone aside. “You know what I’m proud of?” he said casually. “I’ve never cheated on my wife. Ever.” Swan stiffened. “And despite traveling constantly,” he continued, “we have a very active sex life.”

Hunter rested his cheek on his hand, glanced at the green mountains and trees outside, and said lightly, "I don't believe these." This sentence made the old lady's face change color. When choosing who to sacrifice that year, it all came down to one word from the master. The phrase "Lonely Star" sealed the fate of that child. Hunter said at the moment that he didn't believe these things, wasn't that telling the old lady that their choices back then were just a joke? Her face was very cold, but in front of Paige, she didn't mention the sacrifice that had long been thrown out, and could only say a sentence.

I knew deep down he was a good guy, and wanted the she-wolf next to me to see the same. “Free and single, you mean.” She suggested with a wry chuckle, and I felt a smile teasing at the corner of my lips. “I know that is what the rumors would have you believe, and I suppose to some degree there is that element to it. But, no. Hunter likes to be alone. Not to be restrained. And he is scared that a mate… a wife, could be too much. That he would never have that isolation he craves…” I waivered with my words again, and found Lena’s eyes looking at me with confusion.

For the first time ever, Hunter made a complaint to the almighty, feeling extremely helpless. And why not? After all who was on his side? Who was there to lend him a shoulder to put his head and cry if he wanted? Who was there to listen to his heart out and console him that everything would be all right and that he or she had his back? Who was there who he calls his own person? No friends! No life partner! No companions! Absolutely no one! This alone was Hunter in his life. He was feeling so out of light at this very moment that the curse of loneliness was taking a toll on him. Unknowingly, Kiara’s face flashed before his eyes. His eyes turned red and his nostrils flared in both pain and ang

Hunter didn’t wait for his words to finish and immediately ran to the woods where he heard the loud growl. “Look around! Haven’t you seen Leila?” He promptly inquired about the hunters around, but they simply shook their heads. Damn it! ‘I should have known!’ Hunter thought to himself. His heart was beating so loudly inside him because he knew… He could identify that kind of growl. It came from a rogue. “Damn it!” Hunter murmured as he smelled the rogues around. He knew right there and then that rogues were truly around the area. ‘I shouldn’t have not asked her to come here. It is not yet safe for her! Damn it!’ Hunter mentally thought.

They bathed together, ate together, and went shopping together, just like what a couple deeply in love would do. I didn't make a scene as I simply watched them show off their affection in silence. With five more days left in the divorce's waiting period, Julian suddenly suggested climbing a snow-covered mountain. He insisted that I come, too. Halfway up, Evelyn had left to get something, leaving Julian and me alone. The gentleness on his face vanished at once, replaced by a cold stare. "Why are you still hanging around here? Do you really think Evelyn will fall for you eventually?"