Disventure Camp Hunter Novels & Stories

"Hey! Are you all sleeping?" Mr Alberty, the Art teacher from Merganzel public school and the one among the two teachers in charge of our camp asks through the microphone, making everyone stir in their seats. "C'mon, wake up all of you. We'll be at Hondbill National Park in five minutes. Hey there! Wake the one sleeping beside you." There was nobody beside me. Adonis was still in the back with the dudes. "Guys, before we reach there, I'd like to give you a few quick instructions although I'm sure you've been instructed enough from your schools," Mr Alberty clears his throat when everyone finally stirs awake.

We got out of the car, and the fresh mountain air enveloped us as we walked towards the Hut's entrance. Hunter reached out, and I promptly grabbed his hand, our fingers intertwining in a union reflecting the journey we shared. Anxiety filled my chest as the crucial moment approached. Hunter would finally meet our children, and the triplets would have a chance to discover the father they longed for. The longing for the boys weighed on my heart, and I wondered how they were coping with this turn of events. The forest seemed to vibrate with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. Suddenly, Hunter stopped abruptly. His index finger pointed towards the Hut, and I followed his gaze. A wave of despa

Ramsy boasted. Delta Ramsy mustered little heed to Higgins' pitiful state as the spat to the soon to-be corpse in his wake. Hunters were members of the resistance, who were mostly humans that had their only goal to be liberating their people and domineering the greater mass of carnivorous beast that desired to usurp any attempts they made to establish a system like theirs or breed enough to try. Higgins' life was dangling on a thin thread, his hands laid across the two ends of the baracade by chains anchored to his wrists and a weakened resolve from that death that just insisted on taking its time before truly drawing the life out of him.

I thought Vincent was a trustworthy person, so he told him, "I met Aliyah half a year ago. She is a hunter. She accidentally fell into Blood Moon territory and was caught by me." "What???" Vincent was so surprised that he stood up. Compared to me, when he bounced, he looked much funnier. My mood suddenly got a little better. "Is what you say true? Why is Aliyah a hunter? You're not kidding me, are you?" Vincent asked, panicking.

The two of them fixed their eyes on me straight away, and I can see their disappointment in them. "No, apparently he doesn't have a partner for the event, and he refused to come". For a second I felt disappointment as well. Why did I feel like that? I taught I get over it by now. But the fact he refused to come because he doesn't have a partner sounds very strange. Hunter can find a partner for any event at any second. Any woman will just jump on him like on a Christmas tree just to be on his arm tonight at this fancy event. "Hello, my lady. Hello, both of you."

INTRODUCTION My name is Kacela. I am twenty-one years old, and I am a werewolf hunter. And I have a secret. I am a werewolf. I was raised in a family of werewolf hunters. My father, mother and older brother are all werewolf hunters, and I made my first kill when I was twelve years old. I am trained in weaponry and hand to hand combat as well as other skills that I use in the field, like tracking. I’m also exceptionally good at finding werewolves who don’t want to be found using a variety of techniques, but mostly common sense and computer skills. It’s a family business and it keeps us well employed and financially stable. We move around a lot because of it.

They've only surrendered now because they have already planned out their escape. That's how they think. The security at their outdoor summer camp rivaled that of the NSA. There, kids as young as seven are trained in hand-to-hand combat, archery and knife-fighting. I saw a fifteen year old girl kill a man at thirty yards with a bow by moonlight. They burned over a hundred men alive in pre-prepared traps...and in the middle of all that, I've never felt safer in all my life.

That was because I also knew I wanted him to follow me the most. I snuck out of the camp, making sure to be extra careful with the traces I left. I had gotten a free hunting lesson from Phoenix awhile ago and I still remember it. I knew he was a good tracker and on the off chance that he eventually woke up, he would be able to track me easily if I wasn’t extra careful. As I moved forward I erased more of my tracks until I was confident it was untraceable, and then after that I erased even more. Finally I was a good distance away from everyone.

"I see I'm not the only one who doesn't care if he meets the reaper." "If he's got my brother, I need to get him out." "And there's a girl," Darren quietly added. "David took her with him when he disappeared into these woods. We don't know if she's still alive, but we should at least try and save her." "Fuck, fuck, and fuck. Okay, listen here, I think I know the place they're hiding. I've been in these woods for about three days now, chasing down scent trails. There's only one area I haven't really explored, and that's up in the peaks. According to the ranger map I stole, there's an abandoned hunter's camp up there, about thirty or so miles from the closest starting point. By my research, it

she breathed nervously, giving the signal that they could take off. Hunter took another shortcut through the woods his big form brushing through the tree branches as they passed by some guards and warriors who patrolled through the night for pack safety. Audrey had to duck a few times, although that didn’t bother her, she felt like she was in a foreign world she couldn’t believe that this was the same person she had professed her hate for just a few hours ago, and she definitely didn’t know what had gotten into her to want to calm his raging fit like that.