Dungeon Hunter Novels & Stories

Cole cut in. He crossed the room, pulling out his tablet. “The hacker left a trail. You need to see this.” As he leaned closer to show her, his hand brushed her shoulder, a casual gesture, but intimate enough to make the air shift. Amara’s breath caught. That was the moment the door opened again. Dante stood there, tall, composed, the storm before it breaks. His gaze zeroed in instantly, not on her, not even on Cole’s face. But on Cole’s hand, resting on her bare shoulder.

A trait I never appreciated, “Just spill it. The rest of the pack could be in danger as we speak. Whoever hit Dinah is bound to come for all of us.” “It’s not who…it’s what.” He said, finally getting up as he created a bright hollow over Dinah’s body. She was healing, slowly, but surely, after all he was a healer. “What are you talking about?” I asked him. “The Hunter’s Guild.” He said. My eyes widened, I felt the blood from my heart rushing to my brains, my veins popping at the mention of that dreaded word, “It can’t be.” “It’s the truth.” He said, “There’s only one group capable of suck treachery. The Hunters are back, and they know we exist.”

"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."

They instinctively looked down. Then everyone froze. The pink, suggestive interface of "Goddess Hunter" disappeared. It was replaced by a cold black interface that looked like a tombstone. At the center of the screen, the photo of me that had been treated as prey vanished too. In its place was Gary's face, twisted with shock. Under his photo, blood red words slowly appeared. [New game activated, Scumbag Hunter.] [Target: Gary Zachary York.] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time.

Chyne’s POV This dumbfuck of a hunter is starting to get on my last nerve.” Stop avoiding my question.” I tell him through gritted teeth but if I’m being honest I’m starting to lose interest really quick in this guy. Such a loser killed my friend and there’s not much I can do about it besides what I am now. Demons are hard to kill and to truly make sure they are dead u need holy fire from the all mighty’s throne room. To build your castle around the holy fire its just simply evil and cruel and screams power hungry. But I guess in a way works out. You wouldn’t want anyone just walking around with something that can kill you.

“But if that’s the case then how do you know about that?” “…(sighs)… Like I said earlier… I’m well-informed.” “Then I guess you would probably be some kind of underground mafia who hunts Yokai?” “Mafia…Hmm, wrong word. It’s not even an organistion.” “Then…?” “Let’s just say we’re a small hunting group.” “Hunting? And what does it have to do with me?” “You’ve died once just recently. Am I wrong?” “No, you’re not.”

Zephyr and his crew were running for the underground lake, and I could see them with my eyes through the ground. I was planning on waiting for them to bring out the riches and then taking them. But I knew I had to do something when I overheard them use the word "dungeon." The discovery of a new dungeon. For doing so, the system would always give me a prize, and I have still received many of them. Nevertheless, I've always found it to be helpful. Like acquiring a talent rank-up card or learning a new skill, but most importantly, I wanted ownership. If I uncover a dungeon, the system will reward me with dungeon ownership if I kill the dungeon's boss.

Many parts of the City of Bounty Hunters was out of order and without recognition it was as it would be; monsters against monsters, beasts against beasts, the Divine Humanes against the Bounty Collector’s Henchmen and women viciously fighting to their death. “Three against one. What a perfect fight. Looks as though we are the villains here.” Dante related while withdrawing from a smoke with his speed. Followed by a woman on the Kirin charging straight at him with another marked woman standing straight with one hand gripping onto the rider’s right shoulders from behind in her full scale mail as her plume of white feathers attached like a comb on her helmet flutters as she firmly placed her ot

“Are you a vampire, too?” I snorted, though my lips curled in disgust. “No, I’m not. I’m a hunter, Ver. I hunt supernatural creatures, monsters, anything that goes bump in the night, to keep humans safe.” “Monsters like me, you mean,” she whispered, fixing her eyes on the muddy ground.

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.