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 are 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.

I crawl under the table drawing my pistol, and slink away looking for another way to safely escape the restaurant. People dashing to the entrance clash with gunmen, a score of them. The gunmen run amok among the unfortunate people who collided with them, clearing a wide berth for themselves. The waiters that clustered around Jules earlier are now armed and return fire with the gunmen. Our table is empty, except for Jules slumped and bloody on his chair. Where's Jasper Grant? I try to make my way deeper into the place, possibly to the kitchens, the backdoors or somewhere else to find some way out. Then I spot Jasper Grant, heading for a corner and shielded by a group of panicked people.

Hands shot out. Fingers brushed fabric and skin but found no purchase slick enough to hold. The clown’s torso retracted. Like a spring‑loaded jack‑in‑the‑box going back into its tin, it yanked itself—and its prize—downward, vanishing beneath the boards in a spray of black water and wood chips. For a heartbeat, the only sound was the wet thud of the ocean hitting the posts. Then the water frothed where they’d gone under. Pale hands—not ghostly this time, but attached to a very human body—flailed once at the surface. Were grabbed. Yanked.

My keyboard clacking, and my uneven breath were the only sound inside my room. Vrykolakas, or bloodsucking monsters, were discovered on the 10th era, they are known for killing human by sucking bloods—I blinked twice, and laughed at myself, not because I don’t believe, but the fact that I almost lost my life today made it odd. What’s with me, that I want to know what kind of creature is Hunter? I looked at the screen mirror again. Contemplating between two unbelievable creatures. He is either of the two, and since I don’t have any idea what I’m getting into, I planned to make myself safe.

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!!

“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