Novel & Cerita Bumblebee Beast Hunters

it attacks again the Barrier of Bobby! *sharrank!* the barrier has been finally destroyed! Bobby has been stepped backed a few times because of the impact but Timothy moves faster and stab the Hunter but the agile of the hunter is not a joke! "This Hunter is not giving us a chance to help Uncle Bobby!"- Timothy "let us finish this Hunter quickly!"- Bobby Bobby and Timot attack the hunter but was push away by its claw attack a small cut can be seen on their arms and not even a single hit has been connected to the Hunter

I texted, "Well. I… vented the way you think." We fell silent. Venting beastkin were part of an illegal industry, usually involving kidnapping young beastkin or buying low-grade beastkin at low prices. They were then put through a brutal selection process to single out the beastkin with strong bodies and rapid healing abilities to be selected as venting beastkin. Those who passed end up as human punching bags. Venting beastkin were used for torture, beatings, and stress relief. Some were forced into underground arenas for gladiator-style duels. These beastkin, though pitiful, were widely regarded as wild and untamable.

The other guy spoke. A lot of questions were running through my mind but i just want to be careful “ What are your names and do you know who killed my dad? I asked “ My name is Onos and my partner here is Ben. for your dad we didnt know who killed him but we heard, it was a group of werewolves that attacked and killed your family. It was as if they were targeting your family only.” “ No problem, let me have your contact. We will talk another day” I said and I was about to leave to meet my mate where he was waiting for me. Then I heard Ben called

"Your mate will hold your wolf in a pendant on her neck, and you have to find her before the vampires do." Jasmine moved her head a little, stirring from her sleep. Her body felt heavy, but she had actually not slept all night, working at the club downtown in order to scrap up money to move out again. She had frequent attackers at her apartment, and for the fourth time in the last six months, she had to move out again. The attackers don't even seem to realize she is an orphaned teenager who needed to work for literally everything, they just kept attacking.

“Are they really going to just let me fall back?” That's actually... cause me a sigh of relief. I'm tired by the eyes that following my every steps! Then there's Grandma I notice anxious and been in contact with the messengers lady. And everyone of them is given grandma a jade, however it only cause Grandma to deeply anxious. Then her expression greatly change, she said in certainty, “It must be those horrible species! The Lycan kidnapped the future of the huntress!” “Future... of the huntress?” I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise.

he asked Duke, not minding my presence. "Yes, babe, she's my steward," Duke responded dryly. If I am not mistaken, she is Marie, the second daughter of the Menejez tribe; they lived near the Criose territory, the most hard-headed tribe; they were called the black sheep tribe. They don't follow the rules; they are killed once every hundred years via poisoning or hunting. They were the main reason why we wolves were almost exposed, and now, humans do believe we exist and continually hunt us. Either to kill or to attract people for money.

I ask. “Hmmmmm, I guess that would be ok,” she says with a grin. I lean in closer and take her in my arms. She fits just so that my chin rests on the top of her head and I love it. I’m enjoying this moment to end an almost perfect date, when I get a mindlink. Cataleya can feel my body stiffen and she backs up to look at me. “What’s wrong?” “I just got a mindlink from Alpha Alec. There is a hunter following a rogue near the boundary. We’re the closest right now and there may not be enough time for any other backup. I need to go and be ready in case he crosses the border before anyone else shows up.”

Wyatt The Beast blocked me out as I tried to force my way through the chaos of energy discharging throughout our territory. My panic and distress were nothing to him as he glanced over our shoulder, towards the island, towards Bri, before he pursued his trekking around the swamp. The boys whined in protest, Beau elicited a short-lived snarl before The Beast projected his aura forcing everyone to comply. Heads down, ears slack, tails tucked.

“What if that tree comes back? Or... what if it never left and didn't really die?” The leaves rustled above me like they didn’t want to answer. Or maybe they didn’t know. Then I heard footsteps. “You always run off here when you’re broody,” Johanis said, flopping down beside me with a stick in his hand like it was a sword. “I’m not broody,” I mumbled. “You’re literally talking to a stuffed bee.” “Mr. Bumble is a veteran.” “Oh, sorry,” he said solemnly. “Thank you for your service, sir.”

This time I hit the target in the soft spot on its neck and the beast spirals to the ground landing with a heavy and loud thud. I set off at high speed trying to catch up to the others. “They are turning away,” Finn calls out his sword pointing to the sky. Sure enough, as I look up, I see the remaining two prey birds circle us from overhead once then take flight up the mountain. I turn to look at Finn who is covered in dark goo. A blood-like substance. Out of all the creatures that crossed over the prey birds were the worst. They were harder to kill and even harder to detect until they were almost upon you. I wondered if that was the scent Finn had picked up on earlier.