Cryptid Hunter Book Novels & Stories

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.

Happy with my decision, I settled in and started to read. * * * Though Cyrus had cited my love of English folklore as his reason for passing this book on to me, there was very little of it covered in the first half of it. There were ancient rites and the symbols associated with them – charms for fertility, for power, for knowledge, for cleansing, and for protection. I skimmed through them all, taking down notes only when something seemed useful. I copied out protective sigils. Thinking of Old Tim, I took extra care when marking out the runes in the sigil against demons. The tome was packed with information about creatures we’d fought in the past, but so far I’d found nothing about vampires,

“You have caught my attention, carry on.” “Whether the portals are real or not is another story, but do know the letter he sent to King Armand and the pages I once saw, were real. I want to know if Armand is truly in possession of this book, if not then…” He pauses to look me over. “Find this book for me and I can explain everything to you, as well as what you are.” “What I am?” I frown, “You are no ordinary werecat Sir Crimson, I’m sure you are aware of that, but I can help you discover who and what you really are. An exchange of information, the book I believe is Cambiador for all the knowledge I have on a hybrid like yourself.”

I did a little twirl in the middle of the room and started combing the bookshelves to see what treasures I could find. I was just too excited to have found this place. I came across a smaller leather-bound book that had a weird symbol on the front and when I opened it, I realized that it was a history of the Hunter's. I decided to keep that book just in case I needed it. I was totally in my own world when I felt someone’s arms go around me and breath in my ear. "I see you found my favorite place in the house." My body shivered at the contact. I thought that I was going to melt into a puddle right then and there.

Zeke called down. I climbed back up. “There’s a chest and this weird book, I don’t know. But nothing is in the book.” “The cover says Ghost Stories.” Wyatt pointed out. I swear the cover was blank before. I sighed and handed it off to Hunter. “It must be enchanted or something.” Hunter opened the book. “Who is Captain Rowell ‘The Cruel” Swale?” “I don’t know,” I answered. “Why?” “There’s a story in here about him.”

“You have to see this.” I blinked down at it. Not schoolwork. Not notes. Old, yellowed, written in jagged handwriting that didn’t belong in the twenty-first century. “What the hell is this?” Caleb demanded, peering over my shoulder. “From my grandma’s boxes,” Lucy panted, doubling over to catch her breath. “I’ve been going through her hunter journals…you know, trying to see if anything matches what’s happening now. And this” She pointed at the top, where symbols I didn’t recognize scrawled across the page. “It’s encrypted. It took me hours to even half-decode it. But when I did, hmmm”

Still confused about what he is saying because my dad has never discussed this with me before he died. “ I told your dad to discuss it with you but he always tells me it isn't time for you to know. Now he is gone you have to know your lineage. Like I said you are from the generation of hunters. Your lineage has always been the leaders of the Hunter's. Now your dad is dead, you are to take over from him. The mantle has been passed to you. Hunters are the ones who hunt werewolves.” I sobbed as tears trickled down my eyes. I couldn't hold it

"One of the things he had on him when he was caught was a silver locket with a picture of twin girls inside. I was told they were about thirteen years old, with white hair and purple eyes." I wiped a stray tear from my cheek. "That's the last picture we had taken of us before..." Before I'd hacked my hair to my shoulders and did my best to forget who I was and what I could do. "The locket was Lills. She gave it to him for good luck right before he left." "It could've been stolen." I nodded. "Maybe. Is there no way we can find out for sure before we leave? Without involving Lillith?" "No. Even if we had time to interview the two survivors ourselves, it wouldn't make a difference. They've alre

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The only one to greet her had been Ruth, and Caitlin, in a daze, had merely walked past her, out the door, to her car, and had taken off, the journal still in hand. Caitlin knew there was only one person in the world she could turn to for answers. And she needed answers now, more than ever. She couldn’t stand to have something unsolved, and she would stop at nothing until she’d figured it out. She sped down the highway, racing down the Taconic Parkway towards New York City, hands still shaking. There was only one man in the world, she knew, who would know what to make of this—only one mind more brilliant than hers when it came to rare books and antiquities. He was the only one who could expl