Book About Hunting Humans Novels & Stories

Anything else was fair game and deserved to be treated as such; humans included. Naomi gasped in shock, “Go on.” “Yeah. They didn’t see the reason why stronger beings like us should have to play nice with weaker beings like humans. So, they began hunting humans as food.” “They what?” Naomi asked in disbelief. Creatures who were as smart as or probably smarter than humans were hunting them? That was a terrifyingly dangerous predator. “They would hunt humans and devour them like deer. But things didn’t stop there. Maybe it’s because of how great the Moon Spirit’s love for humans was; it was like there was a curse attached to the human flesh.

He was eating this story up. “Well, turns out it was a werewolf named Kevin Sung. He liked eating fresh heart meat. Instead of hunting deer or elk or some other wildlife, he realized it was easier to hunt humans. He liked overweight, male hearts and figured rest stops were the fastest way to get them. Authorities figured out it was a werewolf, so they hired me.”

"We're both hunters, you know. It's not unusual for us to talk shop over a meal." The man nodded slowly. "I see. And what kind of work were you discussing?" I tried to keep my voice steady as I spoke. "We were...planning our next hunt. There's a rogue vampire in the area that we need to take care of." The man's eyes narrowed. "I see. And you expect us to believe that?" "Why not?" I said, my voice rising in frustration. "We're on the same side, aren't we? We all want to rid the world of these creatures."

I had no way of knowing what my colleagues saw, or how they went about drawing the conclusions they did, so I just focused on what my brain was telling me and shut out all the white noise around me. Like any wild animal that hunted, once they tasted of human flesh, they craved it and actively sought it out henceforth. It was the same with the human predator, once he, or she had gotten a taste for murder, or whatever their crime of choice happened to be; it was hard for them to stop. With the animal you could tell the difference, by the change in their behavior; it was the same with man.

I was quick to hire the best investigators money could buy to find him. It took them three days to find him. Might have been less if I had found the patched letter on the floor earlier. Matteo Leone. Pretty boy had a pretty name. He was twenty three years old. There was nothing much on him, except his family and his hidden hobbies. He was bisexual. The folder contained rumors that suggested he was living under his father's thumb. I couldn't fathom how any father could treat their own child like hazardous dirt. So, I had searched for more.

I asked, my eyebrows furrowed and tight in the centre. “The hunters. Ari – I think that maybe, just maybe, Ace is right. Terrell – or whoever – probably aren’t ill intentioned, or they weren’t, not to begin with, at least. This journal – it was written years ago. I’m talking centuries. But it was written by a hunter, and he – oh, Goddess – he captured rogue wolves to experiment on. It discusses the use of other animals, too – like the mountain lion we found – bigger creatures, to see if the animalistic spirit within them works in these potions they were making.”

“I would not do that! I rather kill myself before doing the last thing I wanted to happen.” “You mean it?” I move on top of him. “Yes,” I attack him and we spend the night making love. West Point of View My phone suddenly rang and it was my beta in the human world. “Alpha, I wanted you to know something. I think human hunters begin to experiment with something that we all feared. That it can turn us to mortal.” I got up immediately and headed to the bathroom. I close the door. “What? Where did the information come from?” “From the man I bribe.”

HUNTING IS A RELIC KF THE BARBARISM THAT ONCE THIRSTED FOR HUMAN BLOODED, BUT IS NOW CONTENT WITH THE BLOOD OF ANIMALS. CHRISTIAN NESTELL BOVEE

They were usually referred to as ‘Normies’ by the New Types. Animal Hunters was the weakest class of enhanced humans. They were people who had taken the New Type potion, but didn’t have enough talent to gain greater strength. They were a capable fighting force since they could handle Low Class Magical Beasts with very little problem. However, they were looked down on by the stronger New Types since they were relatively weak to be called enhanced humans.

It went on until they grabbed their bags and ran as fast as they could. “What is he doing…?” I whispered in disbelief. He walked back toward me, then suddenly disappeared into the bush. The next second, he was in front of me, buttoning his shirt. “What was that?” “Hunting. This is what I do for fun. Chase them.” “Are you out of your mind? You could have harmed them!” “I could have. But I didn’t.” “You’re cruel. You derive joy from bestowing fear upon innocent people? Traumatizing them?”