Clown Hunters Novels & Stories

Racing towards my teams trap I didn’t notice when he appeared Infront of me, skidding to a stop I dropped down and narrowly avoided his clutches, I rolled to the side jumped up and got close enough to my team to know that he was surrounded. Our target Prince Dagon was a ruthless killer and thousands of years old, not that he showed it. I braced myself for his attack, but he paused and looked at me, confused. “Why do you run from me? You are my Bride.”

" I asked. Danjuma looked at Akio to speak. "There is an Alley down town close to Aisle One. A lot of disturbances have been reported and some of the protitutes that work there at night have gone missing. The police tried to tackle the matter but when they realised it wasn't up their alley, they reached out to us. While investigating, we initially thought it was a vampire thing. We were uncomfortable with the hypothesis because ever since John Hunter took over the vampire clan they had depended only on blood banks for food, so we decided to dig deeper incase a vampire had gone rogue but instead of vampires, we found werewolves. We do not believe they have a pack. McCain does not know them an

“The Southern Clan is loyal to the council. They wouldn’t betray us.” Dorian, standing at Valen’s side, stepped forward. “It’s not a rebellion. Our scouts found evidence of an attack. The Southern Clan’s borders were breached, but there were no signs of rogues or rival vampires. This isn’t their work.” “Then who?” Valen asked sharply. Dorian hesitated before answering. “Hunters.” The room fell silent. Hunters had been a rare but deadly threat in the past. They were humans trained to hunt and kill vampires, equipped with weapons specifically designed to bypass their defenses.

'How? Not bothering to respond, Clarence picked up the pace, swiftly closing the distance between himself and the hunters in front of him. "SHIT!" One of the hunters hissed as Clarence plunged his claws into the man's back. "GET OFF ME YOU FUCKING MUTT!" Growling Clarence ran his paws along the length of the man's back before pulling them out. Taking advantage of the man's current helpless state, he bit down hard on his shoulder and yanked ripping the flesh.

In a matter of minutes, Clara was being stared at by at least a dozen of them as they stood at the cemetery's edge. waiting. Caleb signaled. The hunters started shooting. The clearing was filled with thunderous, uncontrolled gunshots. Clara recoiled and pressed herself against the gravestone. Elara stiffened next to her, her gaze following the animals. However, there was a problem. The bullets were hitting. Clara could see the impacts, dark holes appearing in pale flesh. But the creatures were not falling. They weren't even slowing down. Moving faster than something of that size should be able to, one of them lunged toward the closest hunter. The man screamed as his chest was raked by its na

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.

and its only way out is on its side but on that side, Timothy was there! very slow the attack of Timothy using his kitchen knife was so easy to dodge! but the Hunter now was sealed in a close space and it has no other choice but to Attack! *RRROAARRRR!!!* the claw and the knife is going to clash! *CCRRRIKKK....* *CLANG!* *SHHHHAKK!* the claw of the zombie has been destroyed along the tip of the knife of Timothy but Timot's the slow attack is not stopped until it reach the Hunters neck and slice it slowly!!

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.

I managed. Ryker looked ready to kill someone. Specifically the clown. The clown simply bowed. I pointed toward the spectacle while struggling to breathe. “Tell me this wasn’t part of your plan.” Zayden wiped tears from his eyes. “It was supposed to be a joke.” Another laugh escaped him. “Not her actual plan.” Kael wandered over at that moment. Unfortunately for him, he arrived just in time to become the next victim. “Who the hell is in the clown costume?” he asked suspiciously.