Novel & Cerita Dungeon Hunter

I whispered, "Bunny, that's the guy who burned my hair before. He's dangerous." "He burned your hair?" The ragdoll's voice dropped for the first time. I nodded. "Don't you remember? My hair caught fire, and I fell into the river. You pulled me out." It went quiet. The player squinted at my face and cursed, "Damn. A monster? That car was supposed to be carrying a player. "Killing a monster doesn't drop anything. All that effort setting up this trap for nothing." I knew how this worked. Players could kill each other in dungeons. Whoever died dropped their items.

"I'm Sam Mendoza. I used to be a martial arts instructor," said a bulky guy with massive arms, giving Lonnie a bored look. "I'm pretty solid in a fight. I've cleared one dungeon before, but that was pure luck." "I'm Joseph Payne. I work security," a guy with a buzz cut said, giving a short nod. "This is my first time, but I'm fast and strong." "Hi, I'm Alison Hodges. I'm a nurse," a girl in a white dress said, eyeing me carefully. "In horror dungeons, I can reduce the corruption damage teammates get from monsters. Helps keep your mind from snapping."

Him, saying this, meant that even if he won't give him the spot, he will still go anyway, but since there's a chance to go legally he will give it a shot. Although it is very common for people to hunt, to hunt in a city where security is tight, entering a dungeon could get very problematic. Others have the right to kill you without being held liable and should the authorities know one had entered illegally, you could get arrested and depending on the situation, could get you punished heavily or worst, get you killed.

I got onto one knee and aimed the Jericho at the window and waited for her to walk past it again. Her shadow fell across the window and I pulled the trigger as a coughing fit escaped my throat. I heard the crack of the window and then the sound of another bullet being fired, the ruffle of leaves as it moved right past my head. I rolled off the structure and hid behind it. I felt slightly dizzy and shook my head, trying to focus as I heard the back door open.

Belle waited for an opportunity to ask Hunter. "Is that entrance truly a decoy?" Hunter replied with a stern expression, "Yes. The real entrance shouldn't be that one." He harbored no desire to aid the Hannibals in desecrating a tomb, yet his curiosity about what lay beneath nagged at him. Ever since encountering mysterious paintings resembling Belle in Mount Moriah, Hunter harbored a fascination with exploring ancient tombs. He sought to uncover the truth and any potential connection between Belle and the woman depicted in the paintings.

Because Ronan had just given him a challenge. “Careful, Caine,” he said. “You may make her too tempting to resist.” Ronan turned his head slowly. The gold in his eyes brightened. “If you touch her, Blackthorne, you will not live long enough to claim anyone.” Darius’s smile widened. “There are rules against killing another hunter.” “There are rules against many things.” Cassian stepped closer behind Ronan. Not touching him. Only near enough to intervene if necessary. Aldric’s expression hardened. “Any hunter who attacks another before midnight will be disqualified.”

I need to make a plan. I need to know where I’m going. And as that thought comes to me, I realize I already know where I want to go. There’s one thing I’ve been preparing myself to do for my whole life, and that’s hunt Moon Casters. Whatever I am, whatever I’ve found out about myself, that doesn’t change. I’ve been training all my life, dreaming of being one of the greatest Moon Caster hunters who’s ever lived. If I can get hold of one of them, take him prisoner, maybe I can get some answers about who and what I really am.

At the end of thirty minutes, the hunter with the highest kill wins. I wanted to win this. But each time I glanced in Dylan's direction and spotted that massive sword in his hand, my spirits balked. "Dylan is a monster," my colleague, Brenda, walked up to me and said. She rubbed her arms, shivering. Whether from the cold or the sight of Dylan, I wasn't sure. I'd bet it was Dylan. Her weapon was a swiss army knife. "He does look terrifying," I agreed. But he won't be as terrifying as Lorenzo in a demon mask, chasing me through the woods in the back of our family home while I nearly pissed my pants.

As I was trying to come up with a plan for taking down the last hunter on watch without being detected something came crashing out the window. It was one of the two hunters that were searching inside. The one I had just been planning on killing checked his friends pulse before cursing and jumping through the now shattered window. It seemed they found Mom and she was pissed. I could hear her wolf losing her shit. I jumped in just in time. My mom had her claws digging into the chest of the other hunter that had been searching the house. However she was not moving or completing the kill. The hunter who just came in from outside was holding a crying two month old Richard and in his other hand he

Everyone was intimidated just by his presence, they slowly step backward and planned to leave the place but he didn't allow it. The battle begins with him against the three other Rogues. They started growling as if they are questioning him. Shock can be seen in their eyes when one of the leaders of a pack engages in their fight against the hunter. And what makes them more confused is when the one that's supposed to kill the hunter is saving now the woman. He even questioned himself about what he is doing. His mind wanted to just see what would happen between them but his body just move when he saw the wounded hunter.