Disventure Camp Hunter Novels & Stories

Metal, sweat, and something chemical. “Hunters,” I said under my breath. As if in answer, the first explosion rocked the camp. A fireball erupted from one of the far tents, sending shrapnel flying. Screams broke out as rogues scattered in every direction. Another explosion followed, and then the sharp crack of gunfire. My heart pounded as chaos erupted around us. “They’ve infiltrated the camp!” someone shouted. “Wolf hunters!” “Everyone, arm yourselves!” I roared, my voice cutting through the panic. “Protect the women and children!”

Hunter said to Joel and Edgar. Joel stopped drinking his ice Americano and he looked at Hunter together with Edgar. “He wanted to be what?” Joel asked Edgar. “A writer,” Edgar answered. Hunter nodded his head. “That’s right. When I was a young pub and my father took me to hunt in the woods, my dream to write my adventure started. I wanted to make a children's book.” Joel and Edgar looked at each other. Well, a childish man like Hunter might be perfect for a children's book. That’s what they thought.

I swear I've seen this person somewhere… I turn around and follow Atticus, making a mental note of what the Hunter looked like; even if it was a side profile, it was enough for me to remember. When we get far enough, we start running towards the campsite. I head to Molly's tent and rush in and wake her and Olivia, "Hey!" I harshly whisper, "Get up!" Molly murmurs, "Wha-Huh? WHat's going on?" "Ugh, Shut up," Olivia says, putting a pillow over her head. I snatch it from her, "We have to leave! There's a Hunter out here!"

Lancaster returned to their camp, ready to rally their allies, inspire hope, and embark on a quest to vanquish the evils that threatened their existence. As the flames of the campfire rose higher, so did their spirits, igniting a beacon of hope that would guide them through the darkest of nights. The next day scouts came to them complaining about the rogue vampires and hunters terrorizing deep in the woods, they knew they couldn’t wait any longer and had to move quickly at nightfall. The four friends with Lanks being left behind to tend to the camp gathered their weapons and set out on a perilous journey into the heart of the dense forest, where the rogue vampires and hunters were said to be

Timothy unlocked the safe and I immediately reached past him to grab my rifle. I slowly met each one of their eyes. “Count to ten and come find me.” I dashed towards the woods and after glancing behind me to make sure they weren't there, I darted to the left. I ran all the way to the deer field and scaled a tree. I made sure that I was completely concealed. I kept my breathing light and shallow. I waited until I heard them moving through the woods. I scouted the area until I found them, walking carefully through the woods. Timothy lifted his hand and pointed to the left, before pointing to the right. I almost giggled, barely catching myself as I watched them really try to hunt me down. I mad

Truthfully, no one knows they are both in his dungeon, Hunter has been keeping them busy and giving them a warm welcome for all the shit they did to his sister and the girls that they had in Hector's dungeon. He was going to just scare Hector off a little and kill Noah, but after I talked to him and told him everything they had been up to, he lost it. When Hunter was a young teen, and we both got sent out to the King's Academy, he found out his high school crush had been missing.

Covering up the hole with some moss, she dusted off her dress and hurried home, her thoughts of the Hunters exposing her long gone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "They're here! The Hunters have arrived!" The cries of the young boys ran through the whole village, many men and women coming out to see the sight. Liam riding in front, followed by nine other men, all on horseback. On the back of Liam's horse was the dead carcass of a mountain lion, and his quiver held an unusual number of arrows. Instead of the standard twelve like the rest of the men in his party, it held 15, two from the archer who had shot the beast earlier, as well as the arrow aimed to warn him.

The Hunter Organization. A mysterious entity that Mr. Aikens, Mane’s teacher back at the Wielder Academy, had refused to speak on. Although they had built and nurtured Wielder Academies all over the planet of Zandor, very little was known about those who were the true backbone of this institution. All that the commonfolk knew was that it was comprised of individuals called hunters who farmed and killed dangerous creatures and sold them to wealthy merchants for processing. There were rumours that they were also in charge of protecting the world, but when Zandor had been invaded, they disappeared. This made people realize that it was this was a baseless rumour.

“Like the lies?” “Like the lies.” My voice turned hollow. “It wasn’t so bad at uni – it felt more… separate. But here, so close to my Dads and the other hunters, it got harder.” My mouth went dry at the mention of the other hunters. I paused, sliding one hand free of my legs to roll one of the smoother stakes towards me. I toyed with it, waiting for Harper to say something, waiting for a fresh wave of words to come to me.

My mum and brother threw hell of a fit not wanting to relocate but for me, I was full of happiness to the brim . I'm a hunter or so I was told, it all began when I was 16, I went hiking with my family somehow I got lost in the woods I wandered around aimlessly until I met an injured lady, she had been poked, she was hurting a lot, she pleaded with me to help her pull it out, I was scared, worried but most of all I wanted to help her out I took hold of the edge and drove the stick in her, I killed her, I waited for an emotion , I wanted to be scared, to run, to call for help, to cry but nothing all I felt was content , I moved away from her body wandering further till I was found,