Arknights Monster Hunter Novels & Stories

“ I found out a few things that are a bit odd and concerning. It turns out the pack they are registering is called Ash Wood and has many supernaturals not just Werewolves. They also have many Spell-casters, Vampires and even have Hunters in their so called pack!” I jumped up from my chair in a rage, “What? Not only do they not care one bit about letting other supernaturals join them! They even have the fucking audacity to let in Hunters? Those Jerk-Offs are nothing but self righteous murderers! Any supernatural who considers any of their ilk a friend is simply a traitor!” When I had only been two years old my mother had been brutally killed by Hunters from The Order of Orion. It was thanks t

She was bloodied and badly wounded but Chloe could feel that she was still alive. The shadows didn’t hesitate. They lunged forward, moving like ghosts as they charged at the creature. The creature let out a enraged shriek that was so loud Chloe thought her eardrums might burst. But still, the wolves carried on, unaffected by the inhuman sound. Something about the shadows charging it down clearly unsettled the mysterious monster because it was off of its victim in an instant darting off into the forest without a trace. It’s time for you to go back, your majesty Another voice echoed through Chloe’s mind. You have been here too long.

She gave them a subtle nod to acknowledge them but didn't want to draw too much attention to them. The other humans didn't need to know about the monster that had been among them tonight. They were safe now. Well safe from him at least. Her job as a slayer (or hunter as they were often referred) was to keep other humans blissfully unaware while eliminating the threats. It was dirty work with some very dangerous creatures, but she loved it. Knowing that she was ridding the world of them, saving so many people, even if she didn't get thanks for it. She herself despised any supernatural creature, she'd seen so much in her short time that absolutely horrified her.

They’d joined the Seafall hunters when their search for a Knucker, a shape shifting water spirit, had brought them to our coastal town. They’d been disappointed to discover that none of us had seen the Knucker they were looking for; until Archer, a tall, willowy woman with skin so white that she looked pearlescent, had pointed out that, as Knuckers were shape shifters, any one of us could have encountered it and let it pass us by.

I whispered to hear Zayn Does this mean that Zayn hasn't branded an Ardena yet, so she doesn't have an OK mark? " Love is: to feel that you are responsible for another soul that stays inside your heart before your body ". Darkle snored when he heard the words of his son's wolf did not care and did not shake a single hair of him! Shame on you that she is your mother and then I brought her to joust with your girlfriend to see who is stronger Ardina raised her eyebrows sarcastically. He says this because he knows she's only human without her wolf. She can't even turn into a wolf. Yes, she has a great skill in martial arts, but she doesn't know if she will work with a wolf?

"It’s Amara. I can help you." "Help is an inefficient variable," Tulin replied. His ruby eyes flared with a sudden, violent violet light. "The Architect requires the Nineteenth Name. The Mother is redundant." The three Refined wolves lunged. They didn't run: they skated across the forest floor, their salt-claws screeching against the frozen earth. Kael didn't reach for a blade. He slammed his foot into the ground. A wave of granite erupted from the ridge, a jagged wall of stone that intercepted the first sentinel mid-flight. The creature shattered against the rock, its glass-body exploding into a cloud of white dust and red feathers.

I blurted. “Get them out or you're dead,” he threatened. “Careful,” I said softly. “Don’t try it.” My men stepped off their bikes, cracking their knuckles, their eyes changing colors. “We are not easily cowed, Xavier!” Henrique shouted, unzipping his jacket. His chest puffed out under the grey shirt. “We are wolves too, in case you've forgotten. I am an Alpha too of this pack, just like you.” “I know that,” I said. I could feel my nails growing longer and sharper, becoming thick daggers. “But there are levels to this game, Henrique.”

I looked up and my stomach dropped. Aziel Nightbane. The monster himself. His golden eyes burned down at me with pure hate. Up close he smelled like blood and smoke and something darker that made my wolf stir. “Who are you running from boy?” he growled. His voice was low and rough like gravel under boots. His grip tightened on my arm hard enough to bruise. I gasped for air and forced words out even though my throat felt tight. “Please. I am nothing. Just a slave omega. Let me go and I will disappear. You will never see me again I swear it.”

“Understood. Our people are mostly hunters, so it is essential to know how to hide one’s presence to not alert the prey.” “Yeah, I get it. I’m a Hunter too after all. Hm?” Matthew sensed something ahead. 13 dog-like monsters. Their aura was calm and dense, that could mean they were hunting. They were still quite a ways though, so it wasn’t worth worrying for now. “Oh, you mean *that* kind of Hunter? I admire them very much. You must be a Legendary rank, right?” Amari continued to speak. “Nope, but I’m aiming for it. I’m still only Seasoned rank.”

“Is that so? Gold for gacha and… Wait, what?” “We’ll be dueling on Monsters League. I wanna see if you’re just as amusing as you are in real time.” “Oh… I thought for sure that we’d be…” “I knew you could amuse me! Battling in real time against ME!? FENRIR, THE SILVER BEAST?! You wouldn’t have been standing there in one piece if that were the case.” “How can you be assured that I won’t even land a scratch…” and suddenly Fenrir disappears and appears behind him while resting his hand on Akihiko’s shoulders.