The Night Of The Hunter Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Instead of biting the hunter, he bites his arm until fresh blood flows in it. When he was calm, he look at the woman again. He presses his hand between her neck and shoulder then, he removes the small stain of her blood from his bite. Later on, he heard a sound of a car. Therefore, he decided to look at who was coming. He stood up and face her one last time before leaving the sleeping werewolf hunter. Little did he knows, the woman is not fully unconscious, she feel the bite of the man and she saw his face. ~~~

Hunter is wearing a white T-shirt with a deep V collar, and she is in a white lacy dress. There are fireworks in the backdrop. It is night. I figure it is New Year's Eve. The only thing familiar about Hunter is his gold and black Bulgari watch which is the same one he was wearing the night we met at the pub. And his smile is the most passionate, even though he is looking directly at the camera. I take the photo and the brush and sit down on the big bed. While combing my hair, I stare at the two people in the picture. I wonder why she left Hunter. They look so good together. They look happy and wonderful. That makes a lump in my throat.

Hunter teased her constant need to map out the next day’s adventures—boat tours, hidden trails, the tiny museum in town—while she teased his inability to refuse a local’s invitation to yet another round of grappa. One night after a rainstorm, Hunter lured her outside barefoot into the fresh, glimmering grass. “Come on,” he coaxed, offering his hand. “Just five minutes. The stars are amazing tonight.” She laughed, shaking her head. “It’s freezing, and I’m in pajamas.” Hunter grinned, pulling her close and wrapping an old wool shawl around them both. “All the better for cuddling, Mrs. Blackwood. ”

said Kyra. "The code of hunters, 'we hunt those who hunt us, and the 'us' are the humans," said Cael. "And that code is for all the supernaturals." Everyone turned their backs to see Tyler approaching them. It surprised Kyra when Cael held her hand and slightly pulled her closer to him. Kyra looked at Cael. "Did you watch the news on TV?" Tyler asked. "Yeah. Raven called an ambulance last night," said Damon. "The murderer is supernatural?" Tyler asked.

Pulling down the mask he gave a nasty smirk showing a bit of his yellowish teeth. "Gotcha." If even an hour ago someone told me that I would die in the middle of a jungle by bullet's from thugs and not by bears or dehydration I would've sent them back to the asylum they fled from, but now I was witnessing such questionable reality. Just as I thought this was the end of us, Hunter took out a gun from his back and shot the guy at his hand, the gun flying off somewhere in the bushes.

Alpha Lewis cleared his throat, speaking politely, “Alpha Hunter, I apologize about last night. It's known, even to my daughter that I entertain female company, but I assure you it won't happen again while you're here.” Without even looking at him, Hunter replied, “I would appreciate that. Thank you.” With flat voice. Then Hunter looks at me, determined voice mindlink echoes in my head ‘No more sudden moves, no more delays and games; it’s time to go back home, to our pack.’

My hand closes around him and his head tips back against my shoulder, throat bare, eyes fighting to stay on the glass because I told him to watch and Noah Hunter never loses a dare. "Dripping in my bedroom before I've even gotten started." "Then start," he grinds out. "Any decade now." "Beg me." "Not a chance." He laughs again, breathless and undone, green eyes bright in the reflection, and there it is in the glass, the hunter and the wolf, wrapped around each other in the sunrise, easy as breathing. "One of us is going to beg before this bed sees any action, gorgeous, and I've had a very motivating week."

Hunter had spent most of the celebration sitting quietly in one corner. A mountain of books surrounded him. His nose remained buried inside an ancient manuscript detailing ley lines. He was so focused that he barely noticed the celebration ending. I watched him scribble another note. Cross out a theory. Open another book. The poor man looked as though he hadn't slept. Finally, after Marcus and Pamela had finished receiving congratulations from everyone, Hunter closed his book with a sigh. He stood. Walked directly toward them. Then smiled. "Congratulations." Marcus hugged him immediately.

She had already sprinted past the turnoff for her apartment building; leading these unknown killers to her safe house would be suicide. She needed to lose them in the dark, because if she failed to break their line of sight, she would likely end up as a corpse on an autopsy table by morning. The path ahead was pitch black, unlit by any city infrastructure, but her enhanced night vision handled the darkness without issue. Fortunately, she knew these back alleys like the back of her hand. Reaching the absolute end of the concrete maze, the narrow path finally opened up into the wide, brightly lit expanse of the multi-lane highway.

Crystal Snow POV I tried my best to show him, love, to show him that for me, he is more important than his money. But it did not work. Hunter was and still is the most hunted man from New York, a billionaire who can have everything and anything at any time. He was forced to marry me, a simple woman just because he needed to look good in papers like a married man and a loving person. I was easy prey because of my red and long hair like fire, my blue sparkling eyes and my slim body. I was just the perfect wife but in reality, for him, I'm nobody.