Disventure Camp Hunter Novels & Stories

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.

For a moment he stood shuddering beneath the steaming spray. Then he quickly washed up, feeling vaguely ashamed of himself and his lack of self-control. Fifteen minutes later, dressed in clean jeans and a fresh long-sleeved dark-blue Henley, his wet hair neatly combed, Hunter headed out to his truck. In the month since he'd learned that there would be no luxury resort anywhere near McFall, he still hadn't gone into town beyond a couple of runs for feed and supplies. He wasn't sure he'd be heading into McFall now had it not been for a call from Bill Albright.

“Imagine a young bear cub hunting in the woods. Hunting season had just opened, and this cub was starving. So the cub goes hunting and finds a deer drinking in a small pond. He is about to pounce on the deer when BAM, an arrow sinks into the tree beside his head. The hunter aims again, but a huge wolf comes out of nowhere, taking the hunter down to the ground. I swear to you that hunter shit his pants.” Quinn rolled his eyes and then looked at Willow. He could tell that she was laughing at the way Hector had told the story.

I was watching my weight anyway and I needed to get in and out fast, I didn’t want to wait any longer to get this journey started. “Jarvis, navigate me to The Academy in Maine.” I said. I knew this would be a multiple day journey, because we would be stopping in between, but we had to go that direction anyway. “As you wish, ma’am.” He said, and we were off. I ate my food in silence, pondering my journey. How funny is it that when I was younger I swore to be the first in my family to break the mould and not become a Hunter. But now, I'm one of the top Hunters. I guess revenge and hatred will fuel you to succeed, even if you never wanted to.

Gunner sat beside me, unmoving, apart from his thumb rubbing circles on my thigh. “When the hunters attacked, we were completely unaware. They had managed to get to the border patrols and scouts before they alerted us to the incoming danger. The hunters knew exactly what they were looking for, and they knew just where to find it. They ripped their way through Moon Light, slaughtering anyone and everyone in their path. Your father and I had a plan, something we tried and tested many, many times. We were to separate, him going one direction and me going the other. There was a small log cabin hidden in the snow at the base of Mount Logan. We had readied the cabin with supplies and necessities,

But boredom has finally won out over whatever deeply-rooted awkwardness I have about him, and now’s the time. The camp itself is actually in a brilliant location—deep near the edge of the Winterfall border, close to Canada. Canadian packs have remained neutral, so if things go south, we can make a quick escape. And aside from the brutal cold, the camp is surprisingly well-equipped. There’s a lake nearby, perfect for hunting, fishing, and bathing. Caroline keeps calling this a vacation, which only proves that she is unwell.

No wonder she managed to evade all of her hunters. I had to go into it realistically, knowing I probably wouldn’t be able to avoid them. I hadn’t been camping in years, and I certainly wasn’t an outdoorsperson. I had no special skills for evasion, so if I signed up to participate, I was likely to be captured quickly. The most I could hope for would be a scenario where the hunter who claimed me didn’t hurt me too badly. It could also be something far worse, but I was guaranteed to be mostly safe and able to walk out at the end of the weekend.

" He asked before closing his eyes. **** Limping into the woods, Hunter had escaped the village clinic. He could hear the nurses shouting behind him but he wasn't going back. From the time he had been awake in the clinic, he had strategized how to take off. It wasn't difficult to do because the staff at the clinic weren't as many. Another thing he couldn't stop thinking of was the fire that killed Walu's family. That was no ordinary fire, he thought to himself. He reached the small hut he had spent the night in the night of the fire. He changed his clothes. He threw the clothes he had wore and packed a few things. He walked to the site where they were building the school. There was no one. H

“Uncle has never told me that? Is that why your first name is Hunter?” Hunter smiled wryly. “Yeah, because of that too, I'm embarrassed. My name is the opposite of the vision and mission of my life now." "Have you ever gone hunting like your father?" Sky inquired with narrowed eyes. Hunter took a deep breath. His hand was no longer holding the fork. “When I was 10 years old, my father took me to the forest.” “For hunting?” Sky stared wide eyed. The spaghetti she was chewing almost came out through her nose.

"Specific dates are fixed for the camp with different activities to be carried out on each of the nights. We have Sunday, Tuesday and Friday for the camp" "Oh! So you already camped on Sunday?". Jared asked. "Yeah, we did. We hunted for cameruls on our first night of camping. That's the activity planned for that camp night". "What is a camerul?". Jared's face squeezed amidst asking. He wasn't sure he pronounced camerul right.