Blood Hunter 5e Subclasses Novels & Stories

“It only happened when I asked them to help me see Cristine.” Amy nodded slowly. “Makes sense. You’re taking in too much of their energy to open your inner eye to other entities. And for some reason, that’s knocking you out every time.” “Meaning no more asking for extra sight,” the Haunter Supreme decreed, and waited for me to face him. “Promise you won’t do it again.” I nodded with a weary smile. “Okay, off of me, all of you. I’m fine.”

Zane shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. Aria's five supernatural aspects were in full battle mode. Her witch magic sparked like lightning, the wolf growled with primal intensity, vampire energy swirled dark and dangerous, the demon aspect burned with calculated fury, and the angel's light created a protective shimmer around our most vulnerable pack members. Victor appeared beside us, his vampire energy ancient and deadly. “These are not ordinary hunters,” he warned. “These are Azrael's elite.” I didn't need him to tell me that. The energy surrounding these hunters was unlike anything I'd felt before. They moved with a precision that suggested years of training, each hunter connect

"That is what happened. The gods were a major part of our lives then. Today, the people have all but forgotten them except in myth and story." "Okaaaay." Liv drew out the word. "We'll go with that for now." Brodi frowned at her but continued. "The gods wanted to contain the power of my family so they cursed us. If the male heir, the pack Alpha, did not find his fated mate within a certain time, he turned into a Berserker. A Berserker is a being who has immeasurable strength but no reason. He kills indiscriminately. He cannot, therefore, lead a clan or pack. He must be put down." Brodi's voice lowered. "Many members of my family were killed over the years by an Alpha who went Berserker before

"What would the wolf want with a halfling?" Nicholas shrugged. "I don't know. I've been looking into it." "What do we know of him?" If the wolf was a threat to Victoria he would take him out. "A few centuries back he fought his alpha for control over his pack. He lost and was exiled. Not much more is known. He's also a Hunter, a good one. He only goes after the elite bounties." A Hunter, shit. Hunters made a living killing other supernatural beings. Due to their profession only those powerful and skilled enough survived. "He took down that Forsaken general, a

PRIORITY TWO: Jaxon Cross Classification: Werewolf (Alpha bloodline) Threat Level: High Abilities: Enhanced strength, accelerated healing, full transformation Recommendation: Silver bullets to the heart or head. Subject has shown protective behavior toward Priority One target. May be used as leverage. Bounty: $500,000 PRIORITY THREE: Lucien Nightshade Classification: Vampire (Ancient, 200+ years) Threat Level: Very High Abilities: Superhuman speed/strength, minor compulsion, accelerated healing

"Unlike ninety percent of my human guards, you've actually demonstrated that you can hold your own against both werewolves and vampires without even picking up a firearm. I am in need of a new Hunter. The position has been vacant for quite some time and it's about time that I filled it." James arched an eyebrow at that. "What's involved?" Conrad smiled. "While we are not in a formal war with any of the other supernatural elements out there, occasionally there are those that need to be taken care of. That is what a Hunter does." "Hit Man for hire?" "More like 'extended range weapon'." James mulled it over. "Why not use a vampire for the job?"

The Hunter shrieked, its humanoid form flickering, core unstable, energy surging unpredictably. We pressed forward, every strike coordinated, every movement a dance of survival and fury. My wolf surged, claws ripping, teeth sinking, energy spiraling outward in a living weapon. The Hunter’s core pulsed violently, splitting into multiple fragments, each one more powerful than before. It’s adapting faster than we can fight! Azrael shouted. We focused on the largest fragment, the core. Energy surged, claws striking, bond flaring. Each hit caused sparks to erupt, sending debris flying. The forest trembled under the sheer force.

he trailed off I couldn't believe I was talking about the supernatural so easily as if a week ago I hadn't been questioning their existence. I nodded following along, "And hunters?" "Hunters and Finders are more similar. A finder can easily become a hunter and vice-versa" "So what's the difference?" I asked. "Hunters are...” He trailed off his eyes becoming darker, "horrid really, they hunt the supernatural." "Hunt? Like, kill?" I asked suddenly feeling alarmed.

“We have our demons too, literal ones, and the thirst to rip everything apart, bathe in the blood of the innocent. The humans are not wrong; there is a monster within us all. But we don’t cross that line. You’ll be surprised how much control we have over ourselves. A lot more than humans give us credit for.” “And what about those who have crossed the line?” He asked, knowing well that there were instances of madness and bloodshed. “We have protocols in place to eliminate any threats.” I told him the truth. “Hunters?” I nodded, taking another sip. “They’re a kind of hybrids; half-demon and half-human. They take care of those who can no longer be brought back. The ones who have abandoned all h

I’m certain the human in front of me is a mercenary. “This is my first time in this wonderful park! Now, come and let me enjoy this thrill!” I take a step back. I know it. This man can kill me. My gut instincts scream that same litany over and over. He takes a lasso and whips the sandy beach beside him. I groan. He’s a mage hunter, worse than a simple human hunter. The silver whip he’s holding is something that can inflict pain on a werewolf. One whip is all it will take and it will siphon us of our strength.