Chasseur Novels & Stories

Godber narrowly dodged, pushing the two attackers away and taking a few steps back to regain his footing. Carl, watching from the side, smirked as he saw Kirin and Godber being overwhelmed. He knew Yosef’s men wouldn’t be easy to handle, so he had hired top-ranked assassins from the black market. The old man, despite his unimpressive appearance, was ranked ninth on the assassin list, known as "The Fox" for his high combat prowess and cunning. He was the perfect adversary for someone as straightforward as Kirin.

It looks like this man speaking is the leader of the assassins. "Alright, boss! We can go now and get the other half of the payment," one of the assassins said. "Let's go!" The leader replied and laughed like a devil; its sound seemed to echo around this forest as he walked away. I waited for a few seconds until they weren't in my sight anymore. I run into the man and crouch beside him. I stretch my hands and lay them under his nose to check if he's still breathing, but it looks like he is dead already.

A surge of adrenaline coursed through Emeriel - thank the gods for those harsh days in Navia, spent training hard in his attempt to gain muscles. Who knew it would actually come in handy someday? Every sense flared alive; his ears twitched, straining for the near-silent hiss of arrows in flight as he twisted and juked around trees with the fluidity of a cat. "The little shit runs as fast as a cheetah!" The assassin's snarl cut through the air, his voice uncomfortably close now. "He must not escape! More arrows!"

His heart yearned for a peaceful resolution, one that would bring about justice without sacrificing their own humanity in the process. As the chase reached its climax, Sasha's escape route led her to the edge of a steep ravine. With a calculated leap, she soared through the air, landing on the other side with the grace of a predator. Zelda, fueled by a relentless pursuit, followed suit, her determination pushing her to the limits of her physical abilities.

His watchful eyes scan the surroundings, ensuring the safety of their journey. Hunter, adorned with his trusty spear and a dagger tucked into his wrap, takes on the crucial role of scout, swimming at the forefront of the group. His weapon of choice, a sleek and sturdy spear, is poised to strike at a moment's notice, ready to defend against any threats that may emerge. The gleaming blade of his dagger serves as a versatile tool for close-quarters combat or precise underwater tasks.

One afternoon, as they navigated a narrow canyon, a sudden, deafening roar echoed through the rock walls. It was not the howl of a wolf, but the mechanical bark of a hunter’s weapon, followed by the whistling screech of a projectile. Elara reacted instantly, shoving Kael out of the path of the incoming bolt. The silver-tipped arrow buried itself deep into the rock face where he had stood moments before, a testament to the Shade Stalkers’ deadly accuracy.

he whispered, voice edged with steel. But the scent hit me then, familiar, bitter, wrong. My blood iced. “No,” I breathed, stepping back. “Not a rogue. A hunter.” Kael’s eyes snapped to mine. He understood instantly. Hunters, humans trained to track, trap, and kill wolves, were worse than rogues. They didn’t fight for dominance or survival. They fought for extermination. The figure stepped into view, crossbow gleaming beneath the moonlight, eyes sharp and merciless. His smile was thin, cruel.

A man on foot had broken free of his hiding spot and was gunning it after us, running at an impossible speed. I didn't need to see the light sucking black surrounding his pupils, annihilating the whites of his eyes to know what he was. I could tell by the way his arms jerked as he bounded towards us, closing the gap between hunter and prey. I slipped my gun from the holster strapped to my thigh and let off three rounds the same instant the front tire ran a hole, jarring my shots and sending them wide. "Keep it steady!"

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

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