Arknights Monster Hunter Novels & Stories

Her eyes are on me when she speaks in that regal voice. My mouth is dry and my palms feel as wet as the forest covered in morning dew. “As usual, Mother.” Jordan’s response is smooth. “I’d like you to meet our guest, Aurora Blessing, a master hunter from the Columbia Nightstalkers.” “Ah yes. Alpha Arnold continues to be such a loyal ally.” Her eyes never leave my face. “Lucas tells me that you’re here to take care of our vermin problem. I heard you’ve already caught one of them.”

Heir-Hunters were Crown weapons bred for one purpose only, to find and kill any pup born outside the bloodline rules and right now his entire focus was locked on my stomach. He lunged straight at me and the last thing I saw was Kael roaring my name as the monster closed the distance.

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

Wolves howled in pain, silver wounds smoking against their flesh. And then she saw them. The hunters moved in formation, their armor etched with strange runes that pulsed faintly. Their leader lifted a silverfire blade and shouted, “Bring down the Luna! She is the key!” Raven froze, her blood chilling. The key? Malrik appeared from the smoke, his long cloak shredded, eyes blazing like embers. With one sweep of his hand, he tore a hunter’s spear in half, the wood splintering as if it were kindling.

Only three pathways showed potential survival. "Northwest," Drake's presence guided me. "There is a dimensional weak point. If we can reach it before—" Reality tore open twenty feet ahead. Council enforcers poured through—fifty elite wolves trained specifically to hunt supernatural threats. Their eyes glowed with binding magic, and their weapons carried runes designed to suppress abilities like mine. "Aria Moonstone," their leader announced, silver chains already manifesting. "You are under arrest for crimes against supernatural order. Surrender immediately or we will use lethal force."

Turning back to look straight at him… “What are you getting at?” I ask. “Our competitors are pretty familiar faces, Mason. And, I don't know if he did it because he has some alterior motive, or if he's trying to stir something up here, but—” “Who is it?” It takes a while before he answers, but the sentence that eventually breaks the bout of discomforting silence is… “Amon Hunter… of the Hunter Pack.” “Hunter?” I tilt my head, “...on IronClaw Soil? Isn't he aware that—”

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

MARSAI'S POV "A fire stone? This is rare and can only be brought by..." Arnold paused, looking shocked "What's wrong?" I asked out of curiosity. "It's a fire stone and the only creature that is able to do this is the fire monster, the kraken." Arnold revealed. "What is a fire monster? It sounds creepy." I asked, looking at his reaction. "It is a mighty kraken that destroy our world in a minute. We have to prepare against the Kraken." Arnold said, slamming his hand on his face.

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”

The vines wrap around its wrist, and Ophelia yanks it downwards. The pillar monster moves, and Leita uses that opportunity to swing towards the left ear. With her crossbow, she shoots an arrow right into the spot behind the ear. The pillar monster roars in agony, and its balance starts to wane. As Leita hops off onto Kiran’s shield, the monster comes down, falling on the other dead pillar monster, smashing some of it with the impact. “It does work,” Hunter utters in an incredulous tone. “How did we not figure this out earlier?”