The Night Of The Hunter Novel Novelas e Histórias

Hunter’s grip did not slacken, nor did Hotuaekhaashtait’s hand creep forward, yet, inexorably, Hunter’s bare feet gouged furrows in the earth as he was pushed backwards. He could not understand it. He should not be this weak—even with the loss of blood. “You will not prevail Wu’squus, the night cannot aid you. You spoke truth when you said you could not harm me,” Hotuaekhaashtait said so that only Hunter heard. Words, words and more words that carried understanding but gave up no meaning. “Night no more aids me than it does you,” Hunter replied in the language of the Dine. The only indication that Hotuaekhaashtait was startled by Hunter’s ability to speak his language was Hotuaekhaashtait’s

I answered and adjusted my posture. "Hunters are advised to attack at noon when the sun is high up in the sky, so the light can be used as an advantage. Hunters should only engage vampires at night when it cannot be avoided. Blessed oil is most preferred to blessed water because it doesn't evaporate quickly, it burns into their skin, and a little can go a long way. As for the bullet, it has to be prepared by the hunter to be sure of its purity and the blessing inscriptions," I explained.

They’ll want to check the wreckage to confirm I’m not inside. Keeping low to the ground, I hurried away from the crash as the hunters pulled up, hooting and hollering like the demented Americans they are. Now I don’t mean to say all Americans are demented. But the American hunters are an uncouth sort that takes a weird joy in killing, things being on fire, and vehicles getting into accidents. Whatever the case, their joyful hoots and hollers that I might be dead and arguments about who gets to take credit gave me time to get away. I hurried to the nearest neighborhood to search for a car to take.

Chapter 150: Realization Later that night, Hunter sat on his front porch and stared out at the darkness. He'd considered heading to his office but remembered the cabin model and thought better of it. Out on the porch, the evening was cool, even for early fall, but he didn't feel the chill. Of course, he might chalk that up to the bourbon he'd downed since he'd gotten home.

It’s weird Natalie didn’t tell them I was the night hunter. “You are the night hunter?” he asked. I nod my head. “How come we didn’t know? How come you are the night hunter?” he asked. “Well, I always sneak out of the pack every night, and the reason for me being the night hunter was that my parents and pack were killed during a rogue attack. I wanted to get revenge,” I said. He sighed.

“It does though, don’t you get it? Of all the packs out there, Night Blaze is unique. It isn’t a cliché and it is a strong and powerful name.” Hunter looked down at the paper in front of him. He was silent for longer than I liked. When the silence settled in, my thoughts went dark. How easy would it be to jump over the desk and tear into his throat? Would I even care if I was the one to end his life? “You may be right.” Hunter finally spoke.

The hunter leader’s eyes gleamed with fascination. “And when they do…” He raised his weapon slowly. “They become the most dangerous creature alive.” Adrian stepped fully in front of me. “You’re not killing her.” “Oh,” the hunter replied softly. “I told you.” His finger tightened on the trigger. “I’m not here to kill her.” The gun fired. Adrian moved instantly. The bullet struck his shoulder. Blood sprayed across the dirt. I screamed. “ADRIAN!” He staggered but didn’t fall. Instead, his wolf burst forward again with a roar of pure rage.

Tonight’s job had been gruesome, one of the worst Ted had had to deal with. Getting information from a rogue wolf about an organized criminal syndicate was a difficult job but as always, Ted was a patient man and his skills for torture were unmatched. It was a quality that made him one of the most respected Hunters in the city. So far he had been able to keep the Don safe from another assassination attempt and while it had been an ugly job, he had tonight and the next few days to forget about the gruesome nature of his job.

I ran into the forest, I didn't know I could run that fast but I guess with the motivation to get away from Adrian, anything was possible. I had successfully lost Adrian, part of me was proud of out runing an Apha and that was the stupid part of me, I knew he didn't have his Wolf with them and I had a headstart. That night I met his Wolf and goddamn it every part of that man is perfect, even his wolf is perfect. Hunter is white with two different color eyes, unlike Adrian's eyes, his were not dark. They shined so bright I was confused for a brief moment. From what I heard, Adrian hadn't been himself completely.

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.