Eldritch Hunter Novels & Stories

Noya scoffed. So that’s it. Noya’s taken so much into account but has forgotten a key factor. Me. She has precautions against the supernatural, but I’m not any of those things. I’m human. I’m a hunter, and killing witches is just part of what I do. Knowing what I was about to walk into, I climbed over the edge. I slipped on my hunter talisman for added protection and took out my silver khopesh, ready to strike. She didn’t even see it coming. Even as Godric smiled, having seen me coming up behind the dumb bitch. “You forgot the hunter, bitch!” I scoffed, swinging the curved blade separating her head from her shoulders.

Aldrich sneered. "I also know that—" "Tell me what you want or I'll tell your father you're here right now." "Okay, I'll say it. But let me go first." Aldrich let go of Derrick. "I want to live here," Derrick said. "Hahaha. In your dream," replied Aldrich. "Oh, come on—" "Get out of my house now!" "I'll give you anything—" "Get out!" "Listen, I'm being chased by a Vampire Hunter. So at least give me a place to hide," Derrick explained.

Drake __FLASHBACK__ Two days earlier. “What did you find?” Dad asked. “They were hunters but not human,” I answered. “They were what Drazian has created,” Dray adds. We had caught a few of the creatures and killed the rest. They had come onto our land chasing after something or someone. They are vile creatures. They had been created by a hybrid. He was half-dragon and half-vampire. He has been capturing all rare and powerful supernatural species for years now. His favourite target is the rare and powerful gemstone dragons. He has been capturing other supernatural beings and experimenting with them. He is pure evil

"It's staying in our world. It's hunting something specific, and I think... I think it's hunting Draven." Vincent processed that information carefully. The hunters were beings that existed partially outside of normal reality, that fed on consciousness itself. If one of them was specifically hunting Draven, it meant that Draven represented something that the hunters needed, or feared, or wanted. "Get me a communication link to Draven," Vincent commanded. "We need to know what he is and why he's being hunted." Within minutes, Draven manifested before him - but the hybrid vampire looked different. Where before he'd been confident and controlled, now he was panicked. There were cracks in his for

Nick asked the men. “Fine. Trent, tell us.” One of the middle-aged men said. Trent nodded and cleared his throat, “My council of elders,” He saluted the three men, then turned to Nick and sneered, “My Alpha, I've come to report to you that the rival pack are at it again, hunting in our jurisdiction. In other related news, Gary is dead.” “What? How did that happen?” One of the elders asked. “He was found with his throat slit. There are talks of a lycanthrope hunter in town.” Trent said.

Lilith must have managed to get me upstairs last night. My head is pounding recalling the details of our conversation last night. Somehow I feel like a weight has been lifted from my chest. So much of my life has been lived completely in the dark. Not really knowing who my parents were or where I came from. And now I know. Not only am I Hunter and a half demon, but I am also bound to another person and I am a royal fire wielding kick arse hunter.

“The stone is back where it belongs. We have a new enemy known as hunters. Many of the creatures we once knew are struggling to survive.” A few shout, “What are the hunters?” I take a deep breath and explain, “They were created as an act of revenge. A sorcerer traded his talisman and the talisman of another to create the hunters. From what I learned, they appear human but have heightened senses. They are stronger and can with stand multiple bites from vampires or wolves without turning. I only met one, but I got a lot of information. A wolf pack has infiltrated a base and gave me information on more bases. For this, no harm will come to these wolves. All they want is a peaceful life on their

Lucy sobbed and whimpered, wriggled, and writhed in both physical and emotional pain as Dracula sucked out the blood from the dreadful wound in her neck once again for a few seconds before she gradually stopped. Then Trey’s voice was heard, saying “We’ll fade to blackout in three… two… one aaaand CUT. I love it. Anita, you okay?” Clayton pulled out his face from my neck and looked at me. He wiped tears from my face with his thumb, cupping the back of my head with the other hand. “I’m sorry, babe,” he whispered. I smiled slightly and sniffled while he pulled my hands to help sitting up, then whispered back “That’s okay, Clay,” before talking a little louder. “I’m okay, Trey. This guy’s Dracul

Then, above it all, she purred in my ear: “So you like to drink blood, do you, hunter?” The way she said hunter reminded me so much of Alice, of being closed in, locked in the dark, that bile rose in my throat. I stared up at her, my chest sawing up and down. She smiled, her eyes – a perfect match to that red-gold hair – dancing with delightful, vengeful mischief.