Clown Hunters Novels & Stories

Clown’s subordinates on the second floor kept spraying their guns at Alex. Alex tore a door off the minivan and placed it on his head as a shield. “What the hell! Is he The Hulk?!” Hunter exclaimed as he was dumbfounded, with his mouth agape. Alex hurriedly ordered Zendaya to keep singing as to disrupt the actions of Clown’s subordinates while calling out to Hunter, “Hey, Stoermer, come with me!” However, it turned out that Hunter was in daze after being influenced by Zendaya’s singing, his mobility had become very slow.

"The murderer's daughter, coincidentally showing up at the exact pack where her father committed his crimes, planting listening devices everywhere. What are the odds of that being innocent?" "Astronomical," I agreed with false pleasantness. "Almost like fate brought me here for a reason." His eyes flashed bright, dangerous gold—wolf rising dangerously close to the surface. "Fate has got a sick, twisted sense of humor then." "Does it not just," I murmured. The crowd around us had grown significantly thicker, pressing closer like vultures sensing a dying wolf. I could feel their excitement crackling in the air, their hunger for blood and scandal and drama.

A rogue barely had time to react before Finn ripped into him, tossing his body aside like it was nothing. Clarence wasn’t far behind. His shift was just as violent—clothes tearing, muscles stretching, bones reshaping. Where Finn was massive and commanding, Clarence was a fraction smaller, fast, and ruthless. His chocolate brown wolf tore into the nearest hunter, claws raking through flesh before his fangs snapped around the man’s throat.

"Kenny and his boys are pinned down due to gunfire." "Well if it's a fight they want," said Rooster all in for a battle after harboring such aggression. The Howler M.C. had been long-standing enemies of The Canyon Creek Coyote M.C. and as their mutual club names would imply, they were downright mortal enemies. Howler M.C. however had been the only shapeshifting faction thus far, but they had hated The Canyon Creek Coyotes just the same. It was Howler M.C.'s tradition to refer to the so-called badasses of the canyon as "Zygotes".

kay, so he gets points for having more skill than I would give a hunter credit. I always figured hunters used whatever bits of magic they picked up to hunt us down and find new inventive ways to kill us. Though I suppose being able to disguise themselves as well as Khalid’s Clark Kent glasses would help them better infiltrate and make stealth kills if their target could recognize them.

One of the twins suddenly wraps his arm around me whilst the other grabs my clutch, gripping it in his big hand like he's gonna crush it apart. “Hey!” My eyes instantly dart to the crowd. Frowning in disappointment when I don’t see Hunter by the pool where I last saw him gawking and smirking at me like a creep. Wait. Why am I even looking for him? He’s not going to save me. He’s a cocky asshole who probably cares for no one but himself, remember? I shake my head, turning my attention back to the guy holding my clutch. “Give it back,” The three of them circles me like a vulture, their lust-filled eyes trailing my body up and down the entire time, making me uncomfortable.

Adams urgently declared, a sense of foreboding emanating from his every word. Out of nowhere, a wolf pounced on one of the hunters, clamping its jaws around his neck. The other hunter tried to save his comrade by firing at the attacking wolf, but another wolf lunged at him, tearing off his arm. More wolves joined the fray, revealing their true identity—Vincent and his men had arrived, and they were after Clara.

Covering up the hole with some moss, she dusted off her dress and hurried home, her thoughts of the Hunters exposing her long gone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "They're here! The Hunters have arrived!" The cries of the young boys ran through the whole village, many men and women coming out to see the sight. Liam riding in front, followed by nine other men, all on horseback. On the back of Liam's horse was the dead carcass of a mountain lion, and his quiver held an unusual number of arrows. Instead of the standard twelve like the rest of the men in his party, it held 15, two from the archer who had shot the beast earlier, as well as the arrow aimed to warn him.

I was too curious to remember that I was supposed to be unconscious. As soon as we made it to the ring, we saw the many, many fans all looking shocked, horrified, excited, and downright terrified. Soon I found out why as well. Haydon was standing over a dead Troll. His long-elongated claws and fangs were covered in thick blood. His eyes were bright red instead of hazel. He had this rabid look. I could hardly even recognise him. Honestly, he looked like one of those vampire-monsters that you would see in those horror movies...only Haydon looked even more attractive in this state... That was not the point though.

Veronica’s POV The Preliminary Hunt exclusive for newly converted rogues is much like other hunting competitions— except that the beasts and creatures hunted must be kept alive. The participants were given magic chokers personalized with assigned colors to each clan as their marking tools for their hunt. The winner will be decided by the highest points accumulated during the given time. Each beast has an assigned point in them depending on their species so it really doesn't depend on quantity. The hunts will be offered to the pack they represent and the pack can decide whether to take in the offerings or not.