Yor Hunter From The Future Novels & Stories

Taken couldn't stand to be near normal people without killing them, so if one of us was safe, we all were. He was dressed in dark grey, with leather boots and a matching utility belt that hung at his waist. A gun sat at each hip, separated by a flashlight and a short sheathed knife. I looked up at his face and cringed. His skin was the tannest I'd ever seen, his blue eyes sharp and cold. He had a half sun tattooed on the side of his face, stretching from his right temple down to the tip of his jaw. "Where are you headed?"

But before I could draw it, Something hard collided with the back of my neck. “Troublesome Hunter,” I faintly heard his deep voice grumble. Then, the world dissolved into blessed, silent black.

About Rick. Eli didn’t laugh. He didn’t interrupt. He just stared, wide-eyed, as if she were speaking in another language. When she finally fell silent, breathless, he whispered, “Ava… do you hear yourself? You’re saying… you’re saying you met you. From the future.” “Yes.” Her voice cracked. “I know it sounds insane. But it’s real. The letters are real.” Eli’s hands tightened on the chains of the swing. “Do you have them? The letters?”

Jamie grinned at me. “Going somewhere, sweetheart?,” he asked. My shoulders slumped and I slung my backpack over my shoulder. I narrowed my eyes on him. “I’m going hunting. The guns are out there in the hallway,” I replied defiantly. A hand gripped my elbow tightly and I flushed when I realized that Timothy had snuck on me without me noticing. Again. He steered me out of the meeting room and down the hall. He unlocked the gun case and gestured inside.

After a few minutes, I plunge into her one final time, letting my cock pulse inside her with my release. “Clean yourself up and then be waiting on the bed for me when I return.” She just nods. I redress and head to my study. When I enter, I seem him sitting in front of my desk, he looks nervous and I can smell the fear on him. He’s not even trying to hide it. “Well… how close is the lead hunter to death?” “Sir, I’ve come to learn he been stored… completely.” What? Restored? How can this be. I have worked too long for this plan to fail.

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.

“She is the last hunter.” “I meant to tell you this. I’m not the last hunter, you are. Aworyn changed that, but it won’t last,” Emory explained. “Once the wheel of time fixes things, it will restore our fates and bring us back together. That is something Aworyn cannot control, and what she fears the most.”

he said, referring to the bag he held. “Hunter, that's my name,” he said to Bobb. Bobb stood still for a moment, contemplating if telling the stranger his name was worth it. “Bobb,” he said, finally making up his mind. Hunter was a tall, muscular man with a rugged appearance. He had a thick beard and long hair that was tied back in a ponytail. He wore a leather jacket and jeans, and his boots were caked with mud. His eyes were a piercing blue, and they seemed to glow in the darkness. He had a stern expression on his face, but there was also a hint of kindness in his eyes.

IN THE BEGINNING May 21st, 2010 It was around five thirty in the evening when he reached the diner, the clouds clustered in a blur dark grey, the rain bounced off the windscreen as the whipers swished side to side in an attempt to see clearly. He switched the engine off, stepping out of the large black pickup truck. Authority radiated from his tall, muscular frame, his slicked his dirty blonde hair back as the rain soaked it. His hazel eyes held a hint of anger, a human had come into his diner and held a gun to one of his sixteen year old waitresses. The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner.

“Welcome onboard, pretty lady!” *Flashback End* Hunter laughed deeply, leaning his head on the chair. “Oh, my pretty lady, I told you Hunter Brown doesn’t wait for fate!”