Cryptid Hunter Book Novels & Stories

The hunter. I hadn't forgotten the look on Christopher's face when he saw the carved bear. It'd been a mixture of excitement, fear, and joy. That had to mean something, didn't it? I wanted to see if the answers to my questions, including why finding something belonging to Christopher before he'd turned, could be valuable. I opened the drawer next to the statue of the hunter vampire, pulled out the book, and placed it on the strange podium in the center of the room. "Chapter one," I said, and the pages flipped until they reached the correct page.

After a pause, he muttered, “Caitlin, believe me or not, I never had any Yun’s Aromatic Codex. I’ve never even heard of it, never laid eyes on it. Maybe your mother was mistaken.” “You’ve truly never seen the Codex?” “Never.” Caitlin let her surprise show. “Such a famous book, and you claim ignorance? Perhaps the second half had no cover, so you didn’t recognize it. No matter. I brought the first half with me. Hector, would you like to see it?” “Oh?” His eyes betrayed him. He wanted to see it. Desperately. Caitlin drew out a bundle wrapped in oiled cloth from her inner pocket. Carefully, she unwrapped it to reveal an ancient book. The title gleamed on the cover: Yun’s Aromatic Codex.

“Anyone would have missed that because it is insignificant, but not you, Haylee.” Liya was right. The book was shoved behind two giant books, and its front cover had been ripped off. I held Jodie with one arm, stretching the other to get the book off the shelf. My eyes squinted as I tried to read the words on the first page. “Cursed in Crimson: The Tale of Ancient Red Wolves,” I read under my breath. Flavia heard me and stepped towards me with about five books in her hands. She etched, “Interesting. That might help us with solving the mystery around Elder Calvin’s death.”

How Eldric ruthlessly had him killed when he got the slightest sniff of his loyalty toward me. “Yes, Your Highness. It was fed too. But it appears to not have much appetite for dead prey,” Alistair informs, his voice measured as he trails behind me like a shadow. “They much prefer to hunt their food,” I mumble, sparing a glance at the three books in my hands that hold accounts on the hydralith—something else that has kept me up for the last two nights out of horror. It currently sits beneath these floors, in the dungeons where I’ve kept some of the worst criminals. “What of the guards I asked you to assemble?”

Glaring all around he walked over to his mother while his claws disappeared along with his canines. Emma hugged him as soon as she saw him. Hunter wrapped his arms around her frame comforting her. Hunter glanced at Draken whose vicious eyes met his gaze. Hunter tipped his head asking if anyone was able to escape. Draken shook his head as Hunter helped his mom into his car. Hunter walked over to the dead body that was near the tree. Sitting on his toes he examined it. The bones were crushed and the body was simply a batter of crushed bones and organs in a skin. No way this was done by any werewolf.

He handed me his card. Wendell, G.H.I. Cryptozoologist and Parapsychologist Below was a phone number. “Descendants of the Moon,” he said again. I looked up and saw him with my book in his hand. “This is the first in a series of three books, actually. Its guardian resides in Name.” I was shocked, “What did you say? The guardian of the book?” "Yes. The guardian of the book. She is very old. They say he moved there years ago. Her name is Eleanor Epifana Winchester,” he said.

Very confused and a bit concerned she had lost her mind I continued questioning her, “What do you mean your a hybrid? How can you be? My dad was a Hunter and Hunters are human. It doesn’t make any sense!” Elly explained, “Think about it. Yes Hunter’s are generally considered human but that isn’t really the case. They are stronger, more agile and faster than humans. They attribute this to their training but in reality it is their every blood that allows it.” “How do you know all this?” I asked. “Because inner beasts are intrinsically born knowing who and what they are. The Moon Goddess herself bestows this information to us.” “Okay than what are we? Obviously we are werewolves but what truly

Lena The musty smell of ancient books and crackling fire enveloped me as I sat across from Hunter in his vast library. My shoulders ached from pouring over dusty manuscripts for hours, yet I was no closer to uncovering the mysterious secrets of bonding between dragon and keeper. Hunter droned on about obscure rituals, deliberately speaking in vague generalities that revealed nothing of true import. I stifled a yawn, struggling to focus. This lesson was proving as fruitless as all the rest.

He watched with satisfaction and the troublesome wizard’s consciousness ebbed away. He wished he’d brought his pets with him. They would have torn the old coot to shreds within minutes. Even if Lucy didn’t recognize him she was sure to remember them. After all, it wasn’t every day a human encountered an animal that possessed the head of a vicious wolf and the body of a powerful feline. It was even less common for a human to survive to tell about it. In fact, Lucy, Dennis, and that bothersome traveler were the first. Of course, they had some super-natural do-gooder helping out.

Colin’s gaze falls to the book. “What is that?” “It’s our secret weapon.” “Yes, a book sounds really dangerous,” Stephen spits. “What is in the book is what matters,” I reply. “What’s in it, Alex?” Colin asks. “It’s the secrets of several supernatural species. Almost like someone researched them and recorded everything. Including all the ways to kill or harm them. Whoever wrote it had to have survived some really crazy things.” “Where did you find it?” Ray asks. “Was it in your library this whole time?”