Cryptid Hunter Book Novels & Stories

The wind above the dungeon didn’t help my wounds at all, I covered myself with an item of clothing used by the one I strangled. I found an old hut inside Domlur and decided to go in to treat my wounds and to find an exit to this place. I sat on the ground and ripped my sleeves and tried to stop the bleeding by lightly tapping the cloth against my scraped flesh. Come to think of it, I’ve seen a lot of male werewolves but not female werewolves. I am into hunting for so long but I have never once hunted a woman. I tried to look outside; it may seem like a normal day with people walking around but this is all a façade.

“It’s a bit crazy, but the body snatcher seems to pick bodies where there is no living relative to claim it. All of them were being buried by the county.” “Well, that’s damned convenient,” I mused. When I looked up and saw both Peter and Max staring at me after my remark, I blushed. “I mean, it’s weird, right? How would the snatcher know these things? Whoever it is, must work in a place that gives access to the records.”

“Order of the Cryptid Hunters and I knew your father. I recognize his ball cap and you have his eyes.” “Great sir, but I'm on a road trip and must be going. I don't appreciate being manhandled,” I asserted as I yanked my arm from his grip. He reached into his shirt pocket and handed me a business card. It read Jeremy Wilson. “If you change your mind, give me or my wife a call at that number. Don't trust any cryptids; they despise humanity and have been known to wipe out entire towns,” he stated firmly. “Sure thing, bud. I'd check on the government also,” I muttered sourly and left him standing there befuddled as I hurried back to the others.

He was a great hunter. “Yes, no caribou*, no squirrel has a chance!” he agreed. That was the right moment to rescue my mate, to have her in my arms, completely, and in reality. *Join my group, T. R. Durant's Realm of Light and Fire for more info on my books and paperbacks* *Elks from North America

it read in his stiff, block handwriting. “Of course, he locked me in!” Cathy said angrily. She turned the paper in her hand and was surprised to find a seal of some kind, it looked like a wolf springing out of a man’s dead body. It was the Hunter seal, used to keep Hunters safe from their enemies. At least he cares about me, Cathy thought. About my safety at least. She couldn’t really blame him for locking her up. Trouble seemed to follow her everywhere she went. Cathy touched her belly. The scars were faded now but the brutality of those men’s actions remained.

And shes there that night! “But strangely... though you are unconscious, you didn't have any internal wounds,” she added after seeing the suspicious in my eyes. She prove as he added the jade, “That contain our recent activity. The whole association hunts the rumored Lycan who cause chaos in the secluded island beneath the Thousand-Volcanoes-” I raise my brows upon the heard of it. “So what did you discover, then?” I ask just as I cut her off. She seems don't mind the cut off and continued with a strange expression, “This is confidential-”

My phone's torchlight was pointed directly at them, cutting through the dark like a spotlight. My boss, Ethan Hades, the billionaire CEO of The Hades Conglomerate, was completely bare, naked, driving his hardcore cock deep into one of the secretaries. Her butt was facing him, her voice screaming out into the room as he ruthlessly thrust into her from behind. “Holy shit! I'm sorry!” I gasped out. I bolted before they could fully register my face. Panting, I raced through the shadows, but as I stumbled into the coffee machine area, my flashlight flickered across a familiar piece of paper.

Love, Priya I looked in the bottom of the box to see that something had been wrapped in a white cloth. I put down the letter to pull the cloth from the bottom of the box. Noticing it was a pillow sheet, I looked inside to see that my grandfather's book was concealed within it. I pulled it out to read the familiar title: The Occult Truth of Lycanthropy. I gulped as I put the book down to return to reading the note.

It covered more than anything else I had been given so far. I look away from the outside and to the book I had been given. The Water Species I furrow my brow. The water species, huh? I wonder if this had anything to do with Bacudal telling me I needed a river nymph to uncloak myself. I flip open the first page, to what looks like a table of contents. Selkies....2-4 Cthulhu...4-8 Kraken...8-12 Leviathan....12-13 Dog Fish...13-15

He straightens. "Doesn't matter right now. What matters is I've read about this in my father’s bestiary. The far-shelf books, the ones he calls a waste of paper because they're not local. Small. Lives in water. Webbed hands. Drags people by the ankle. Obsessed with... hold on." He stops and turns to me with an expression I've never seen him wear on a hunt. He looks delighted. Noah Hunter. Delighted when I’m not fucking him. Mark the calendar.