Disventure Camp Hunter Novels & Stories

Writing her own love story was her happiness hoping that it will be an happy ending when she finally reached the final chapter. The Camping was held in the forest two miles away from the town. It was a safe camping place with the beautiful scenery of a creek. The moment they came to the place, they were ordered to build their tents. Hannah and her will share a tent and Mackie will join a senior student named Glenn. Thyago will be joining the team Captain along with another guy she doesn't know the name and her naughty mind even wonder how does it feel like to be joining him in a tent. The thought made her smile like silly. They were currently having problems building their tent when Thyago s

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

"I have a lot that I need to explain to you, and I don't want to overwhelm you. She took a deep breath and nodded at me to continue. "As I said before, I am a hunter in an organization called The Vindicta. I have been training since I was ten years old. My parents were killed in an attack by a rogue werewolf and Liam, and I were rescued by Ard’al. He took us in and was a father to us. When it came time for the trials I won. I became a hunter and I've been going on mission after mission ever since. Ard’al told me when I became a hunter that we all have one destined person, a soul mate. We already have a bond, but it won't fully form until we accept each other completely."

“Are they really going to just let me fall back?” That's actually... cause me a sigh of relief. I'm tired by the eyes that following my every steps! Then there's Grandma I notice anxious and been in contact with the messengers lady. And everyone of them is given grandma a jade, however it only cause Grandma to deeply anxious. Then her expression greatly change, she said in certainty, “It must be those horrible species! The Lycan kidnapped the future of the huntress!” “Future... of the huntress?” I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise.

Desperate people did terrible things. Week seven of the operation brought the worst news yet. Leon's report came by raven, his handwriting tight with urgency: "Found a training camp in the eastern mountains. Twenty-three young people, all between fifteen and twenty. They call themselves the Phoenix Hunters. Their goal isn't to restore Alaric's order—it's to prevent yours from solidifying. They see you as the greater threat." Phoenix Hunters. Children, really, convinced I was the monster their world needed protecting from. The irony tasted like ash. I'd fought to create a world where children could be free, and now those same children were training to kill me.

the head of the troupe assigned three men to me, while the others dispatched into the camp. The camp was buried in the middle of the woods, with at least fifty identical tents made of wood and leaves. Surprisingly, there was quite a population out here, including women and children—it could pass for a pack of its own. We walked by women by large fire places, cooking in giant pots in groups and also past children playing.

I lean in, my voice now a growl in his ear “She’s the hunter’s daughter.”

Upon discovering the rebel stronghold, Hunter and his team launched a decisive counterattack. This operation wasn’t only driven by the ambush that injured Hunter's men but also aimed to rescue the young individuals held captive by the rebels and rogues. Hunter received news that several boys from the town had been taken by the rebels and were being forcibly trained as fighters. These boys were taught how to handle firearms and were being prepared to combat the government.

“When I asked him where he'd find such people, he said there were lots of desperate kids willing to do the impossible for a single chance to survive. Then he told me that every underworld family has traitors, and those traitors have children. He said he wanted to give those poor bastards a way out: if they survived the rough training, they'd live. Chills traveled down my spine whenever he talked about it with a sinister smile on his face.” My stomach roiled as I grabbed a pencil and underlined the keywords: hatred-fueled army, traitors, desperate kids… I clamped my mouth with my hand and stared at those words. Aleks Lagunov had created that ruthless camp Hunter had been sent to as a kid… “CF

I try to blindly claw at the slimy ground or grab for anything within reach in a vain attempt to stop myself from uncontrollably careening down the slope. The world becomes a spinning disoriented kaleidoscope of pine trees, flying mud, and ground, as I tumble uncontrollably down the slope. This is bad. This is how solo hikers end up in the evening news when discovered dead days or weeks after being reported missing. Their bodies are found at the bottom of a ravine or in scattered pieces due to the wildlife taking advantage of a free, easy meal.