Camp Buddy Hunter Novels & Stories

"Are you sure about that, leader Matilda? The hunter is tricky. She always changes her appearance, therefore, it's a bit hard to find her. I also heard from her victims that she use something to hide her real scent." Kasper looks at his mom and she just nods. Kasper's mother gave him a look to just follow her command. "My son is not the leader of the alpha pack for nothing. He just needs to observe the hunter and find out who's her informant because I guess that there is a spy here in our village... Don't let your guard down, my son. And if you found an opportunity, kill the hunter!" "Yes, mother," Kasper said and bow to her. "I will accompany the alpha leader." Every one of them look at Fli

. With my new revelation that I was only another notch on his belt, suddenly I was not too excited anymore, hell if I could I would turn my back and go home instead. What was the use of one night stand if you were only going to get played and dumped? Not even 'Wham Bam thank you Mam.' I waited until he unmounted the bike and helped me down to the ground because it was impossible for me to move with his coat around my body like this, hugging my body like a damned vine. His hands wrapped around my waist and lifted me up from the bike. "Okay... there you go." He set me on the ground. My waist felt warm and all tingly, all I want to do is bury my head in the crook of his neck, wound my arms

I will surely regret this later. The night has started to get chilly. It's not that dark, the whole camp is lit up with post lamps. Still, it's pretty scary knowing we're doing this at night. Whose idea is this? "This activity will strengthen your bond and trust with your partner," the priest began to give his 'holy speech' that only the nuns are listening. "The task is simple. Go inside and explore the forest, look for the bible verse written on a tree, come back here for your reward. The first team to get back here, wins!" the priest said with delight. "Any questions?"

Her eyes lit up as she saw them. "Yes, they are. Do you read those kinds of books?" Hunter asked, glancing at the books and then at Aleah’s reaction. He had never seen such enthusiasm before. Then again, he wasn't the kind of person who enjoyed socializing. Perhaps that's why he was known as a master tactician and strategist—because of his solitary nature. He spent more time at the camp than at his own home. He didn't have many friends outside the Astral Guardian Camp and was probably closer to his guns than to people.

Tonight, the cold steel felt like a judgment. Between the feather-light kisses Man Bun placed on her neck, I caught the glint of white fangs extending, skimming over the delicate skin. The flash of bone snapped me back to reality. Prey. They are prey. I am the hunter. “Get ready,” I whispered, my voice rough. Lacey nodded. She settled her eye to the scope, her breathing stopping completely. Her index finger hovered over the trigger. “Aim for the head.” The two vamps moved in unison, sinking their teeth into the woman’s flesh.

That meant someone had made camp nearby. I crouched low, moving slow through the brush. The glow of a small fire flickered ahead, half-hidden by rocks and trees. Three figures sat close around it, their silhouettes shifting with the flames. Hunters. I could tell by their scent before I saw their weapons, guns laced with silver, traps coiled at their sides. And if they were this far north, they weren’t here by chance. They were looking for her. I stayed in the shadows, rain dripping down my face, pulse thundering in my ears. The leader a tall man with a scar running across his neck spoke low, his voice nearly drowned by the rain.

he says loud enough that anyone can hear him. “Hi to you too,” I say awkwardly. “This is my team. Alice, an assistant columnist and Emanuel, a photographer.” Hunter offers a smile capable of warming the French winter. “Are you going to parade like this?” I gesture to the worn jeans and black leather jacket with a white shirt underneath. He smiles again. “Actually, I came like this. But this outfit could easily enter the catwalk. So, how should I be useful?” He deflects my thoughts once more.

I said and walked away from him. .... It was finally on Friday and we were all ready to go camping. I dressed up in my black leather shorts and my white turtle neck with the leather jacket. Just black and white for today. I decided to put on black boots. It was just two days of camping. After then, we would go back home. Mr Jim and Miss Alesha handed us our headlights and a leather bag. Hunting was part of the game. It would be fun just like other places we have been during the week. There was no doubt I enjoyed it all. We all assembled at the front of the bus taking us there.

He doesn't really show his feelings on the outside, but is still very protective and caring. We live in a large village near the southern climate states. Our village is called La Freccia d'Oro. It means the golden arrow. La Freccia d'Oro is the largest village of hunters in the United States, and the third largest in the world. Hunters are mortal beings with a few peak human physical abilities: strength, agility, speed, reflexes, accuracy, and endurance. Due to their gifts, hunters are sent to a private academy instead of a normal school. The private academy is called L'Accademia dei Cacciatori, or The Hunters Academy, and it is used for hunters to learn how to properly put their gifts to us

I said as I looked the man over once before turning to Kane, he opened his mouth but Aramis spoke first, my attention going back to him. “Hunters are an elite squad within wolf packs. Similar to Scouts in their skill set but more prone to apprehension and elimination. Think of us like Bounty Hunters while Scouts are trackers and protectors. Hunters are the elite of the elite and we are the only pack that has them.” He explained, his confidence and hubris apparent when he spoke of them. I raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly, impressed but still suspicious of the wolf in question. There was just something about him that didn’t sit right with me.