The Night Of The Hunter Novel Novels & Stories

What kind of man was it who would leave his own child to fend for himself all his life and not even bother to say a few good words? When he was back in Australia, he had returned home and he had claimed the name Hunter. It was his by birthright and he had changed his surname by a deed-poll. That was the only thing he had taken from his father, just like he had promised. But whatever that package might contain from Bolivia, he was already dreading the effect that it might have on his life. He could not deal with this now under any circumstances. He was in his office and he had brought these things along with him. As if they held a magnetic power on him, he could not deny the fact that he was

Hello faithful readers. How do you do? I have been incognito for a while due to some hardware issues with my computer but I have found a way around that thanks to God. I am sorry for letting you all down and hope that wouldn't happen again. Now that I have that out of the way, there is an announcement to make. I am here to inform you that Book 1 of Hunters: The Prequel - Hunter Hunted - is over. And Book 2 begins today!

This light shines in my eyes and I fall to the ground in the dream, then wake up in a shock. I get out of hiding to find some more firewood, run into a darkness hunter normal I know how to deal with, but the same light shows up. The blue green light shows up and the darkness can't be seen in light of anything form or see the darkness hunter in it form. I was shocked at what I saw and to find out that the darkness hunters have no weakness but the darkness only one weakness that they don't want anyone to know about. Is this what Mr. White found out and why he was killed but when the darkness hunter saw this light come from me, all the darkness hunters shocked me again. The darkness hunter hand

I nodded to Xavier, he had every right to hate me, and if that made him feel better, then I would take it. I closed my eyes as he raised the knife and waited for him to plunge it deep into my chest. To be continued… (This book is a Duet, the Hunter and The Hunted. The Hunted i still being written, please see my website for more information. It is on my to be written list after I finish my final revisions of my main series and the spin off completion.)

Author Pov. Hunter came back from the bathroom after showering. He ruffled his wet hair using a towel. Soon his hand stopped moving when his eyes met a figure sleeping on the bed curling up in a ball. Her small figure was looking more small as she was totally curled up in a ball and snuggling in a heavy fluffy blanket. Hunter sighed and touched her forehead letting out a sigh of relief feeling her temperature getting better. Hunter woke up in the mid of the night feeling something or more precisely someone beside him moving. He immediately sat up when he looked at Luna's trembling figure. Sweaty forehead and a disturbing frown on her face which was clearly indicating him that she was having

Ramsy boasted. Delta Ramsy mustered little heed to Higgins' pitiful state as the spat to the soon to-be corpse in his wake. Hunters were members of the resistance, who were mostly humans that had their only goal to be liberating their people and domineering the greater mass of carnivorous beast that desired to usurp any attempts they made to establish a system like theirs or breed enough to try. Higgins' life was dangling on a thin thread, his hands laid across the two ends of the baracade by chains anchored to his wrists and a weakened resolve from that death that just insisted on taking its time before truly drawing the life out of him.

It's supposed to, but I’m still deeply troubled with sleepless nights. Killing them didn't bring Leah back, I knew it was never going to, however, her killers didn't deserve to live either. “Come in” I knew Hunter was going to find me anytime soon and he just came knocking immediately. “Hey,” “Hey” I dropped the book I had grabbed from the shelf to read to tend to Hunter. Once I grab one of those books, I never take my attention off them easily. “What are you up to?” He grabbed a seat.

It was in the middle of the night that I and the hunter, Karim, left the palace in search of the Moon Beast. I was praying that the best would show himself that night, so that either I ended it or it ended me. I just want the issues in my life to end once and for all. Under the cloak of night, the Hunter and I ventured forth into the wilderness, our footsteps quietened by the soft earth beneath our feet. With every step, the anticipation grew within me like a tightly wound spring, my senses heightened as we pursued our elusive quarry.

Her eyes fell on a book with a black cover, the gold letters reading: “The Art of Breaking Chains.” She pulled it free, curiosity winning, and curled into his leather chair. The chair was far too big for her, swallowing her small frame, but she felt oddly safe in it. Before she realized, her eyelids grew heavy. The book slipped onto her lap as she drifted into sleep. Hunter returned late, his mood thunderous after the ring, after Geret. His mind was sharp, his body burning with violence he hadn’t been able to unleash fully. But the instant he stepped into the quiet house, he sought her.

A blinding moonbeam shone through the gap in the curtain and he had to shield his face with his hand. He turned to his side to look at Ash. He had fallen asleep holding her in his arms, and now she was gone. The door to the cottage was open. Hunter got to his feet and ran outside. The moon was full in the sky and the estate stretched out before him, an endless field of grass and a long border of shadows. Where did she go? If he shifted, maybe he could sniff her out. Running, he took off his shirt and tossed it aside. Human eyes were so useless in the nighttime. He’d only run a few meters when he saw a figure in the distance.