Camp Buddy Hunter Novels & Stories

Grayson crouched low as he approached the hunters' camp, his body concealed by the dense underbrush. The flickering light of campfires illuminated the area ahead, casting shadows on the crude wooden barricades surrounding the camp. He flattened himself against the cold, damp ground and crawled forward, his sharp eyes scanning the layout of the camp. “The perimeter is heavily guarded—at least ten hunters are on patrol, each armed with rifles slung over their shoulders and silver knives at their belts,” Kyle reported after taking a glance around the camp.

The missions that go away from this training camp are usually B-rank or A-rank missions. "Hi, John! I am Aliyah. I've come to take on the quest. I want to go on a mission!" I greeted and introduced myself briefly. John stopped moving his hand and turned to look at me. He doesn't seem surprised. "It's you! Werewolves have no wolves!" John's first sentence made me a little embarrassed, but I still showed a warm attitude, "Yes, it's me! Do you have any missions that are far from this training camp area? I want to go out and see the world outside!"

Red and Judy quickly returned to the camp, where their team leader was waiting for them. They quickly shifted back to their human form as they scanned the camp for their leader. Hunter, Mason and Kasper were waiting for them to get back. “Commander! We have news!” Red stated, running into the tent. “What did you find out?” Kasper asked, getting to his feet. “We need to warn Shadow Mountain and BlackPaw!” He said, bending over with his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath.

BUTTERCUP "They're here! Move, now!" Kai shouted as the first shots cracked through the windows of the safe house. I dropped to the floor, my knee brushing over it. The glass shattered everywhere. Lila grabbed my arm and yanked me behind the kitchen counter. "Stay low, Buttercup. These aren't regular wolves. Bounty hunters hunt with dark magic." Kai crouched beside us, his gun in one hand and his claws out on the other. "How many are they?"

They rounded the main building to where the bonfire roared in the centre of a large stone circle. “Hey!” Cameron trotted out of the crowd and grabbed Heath into a rough embrace. He bristled with excitement. “F-k man, this is huge. Huge. Look at all the pack! I’m pissing myself,” he added, a breathed confession into Heath’s ear. Heath laughed and clasped his friend to him firmly. “We’ve run the grounds a dozen times, it’ll be fine, Cam. Stick with me and Rhett. Like August said, we don’t have to take the deer down ourselves, just keep up with the pack on the hunt.”

He clenched his jaw, stifling the urge to shout at Callum, who stood there with that infuriating smirk. “Alright, listen up,” Callum announced, pacing like a ringmaster. “Six cemeteries. One night. Find your mate. Escape, get help, or, hell, I don’t know, do nothing and die. Your choice. You’ll be escorted to your starting point. Pick a cemetery, any cemetery. Your mate is in a mausoleum, buried alive. Well, technically dead. But you get the point. Find her, because of the horrors she’s facing? Yeah, they’re her worst nightmares that come to life. Literally.” He chuckled, the sound dripping with malice. Hunter felt a cold knot twist in his gut. “Place your bets!” Callum called out, and the c

Kerra, who had returned from the forest, sat on her haunches next to Ayla and started purring. Since many hunters spent days out in the forest tracking animals, hunter camps were built all over Nordmar. The camps were free to use not only by hunters but by anyone that needed to rest during the night or shelter during a blizzard. Rangers made sure the camps were always in good condition or checked if there were provisions for those that needed them.

"Let's get those damn trackers out of us." We waited an extra day, just in case more came. The mountain remained eerily quiet, the snow undisturbed except for the tracks we had left behind. By the time the sun began to dip behind the trees, casting long shadows across the frozen ground, we were packing up and heading down. The whole thing felt wrong. Orin. Jade. Werewolf hunters turning into what they hunted? All of it felt off. What was the point of it all? The truck came into view, buried under a layer of snow, and I couldn’t have been happier to see it.

“You can’t be a hunter if you don’t investigate.” “Oh, okay,” said Damon, embarrassed. Cael came back to Damon and Kyra. “What happened? Did they see anything?” Kyra asked. “They find a creature that is their campsite, and it attacks them. The campers said it’s a giant Komodo dragon.“ said Cael. Kyra looked at Damon. “You already have a weapon, don’t you?” Kyra asked. “Weapon? I got the ability.” Damon said. “If your ability fails, your weapon will keep you alive,” Kyra said. “Always remember that.”

Breeding. The confirmation email was simple: Your hunt is scheduled. Be at campsite 7 by sunset. What happens after dark is between you and the forest. My boots crunch against pine needles as I hike deeper into the woods. Campsite 7 is perfect. A small clearing surrounded by towering pines, soft ground covered in fallen needles, a fire ring made of river stones. Far enough from any trail that no one would stumble upon it accidentally. Far enough that no one would hear me scream.