Eldritch Hunter Novels & Stories

“We all know the only way hunters would have made it through that veil is if access was granted to them. And…” “One of us,” I sigh, feeling a migraine coming on. Luca and Nyra are right. Someone who has the power to scale through that veil unscathed must have helped them. And it cannot have been a regular pack member. It’s someone much stronger. “And how are we even sure they are hunters?” Nyra says, her hand reaching for a shirt on the floor before she decides against it, the look of disgust in her eyes. “I mean, it could be anything, right?”

The world fell into a breathless pause. I couldn’t feel him. Draven’s presence had vanished, as if he had simply disappeared from existence. Then came the voice—low, guttural, and full of darkness. “Drop dead!” Draven’s roar shattered the silence. One by one, the human hunters who had come to aid us dropped to the ground. Their bodies fell like ragdolls, lifeless. Some fell from the upper levels of the hall, others from the outside—but all were struck down, their hearts stilled in an instant.

Harvey looked at Dominic and asked, “ You dare to put your hands on what’s mine? Give me a good reason. Either way you die but if your answer amuses me perhaps I’ll make it painless.” Dominic’s eyes widened in pain and indignation, “ Alpha Harvey you don’t understand. That girl is part Hunter. She is also a spitting image of her father. He had killed members of my pack before fighting my father. Her dad managed to escape but in order to do so he used a silver sword to cut off my father’s leg. That same day is when I became Alpha. I’ll never forget that face. And this bitch even had the audacity when I confronted her to say that she loved her father and that he was a good man! How could any H

I look down to see him tieing a silver chain around my wrist and I struggle, to have his grip tighten on me. As he whispers lowly. "That's the scent which was there when my entire family was brutally murdered in front of my eyes." "That's the scent which I have been searching for last 5 years of my life for vengeance." "That's the scent of Daniel Black." . . . "The leader of Hunters" My mind froze and I go still. The pain on my wrist, forgotten. Tugging on the silver chains, he makes my numb form to hit his chest. He breathes heavily near my ear to only whispers in a voice as cold as ice.

"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."

"You mean..." I gave him a clear situation, "Dwell-in-White needs to have a connection with Hildart. If you find out that Marthana is a vampire, then I notice something about Drake as well. I know he's not human, and I don't feel that he's a werewolf. If he's a vampire, I'm sure he and Marthana has the same goal and I'm sure they have a connection to each other."

he demanded. "Because I could feel it," Drex replied flatly. "Feel it? What is that supposed to mean? Don’t play games with me! You’re the killer, aren't you?" Bob pressed, trying to corner him. Drex let out a long, weary sigh, seemingly exhausted by the baseless accusations. "Believe it or not, the culprit isn't human, Officer. Charlotte was the victim of a hungry vampire." I froze, staring at Drex. He spoke the word 'vampire' with such chilling conviction. Officer Bob’s eyes widened, likely wondering if Drex was hallucinating or simply hiding something massive behind a fairy tale.

Setting : Old Elder Vampire Court ___ :THE BLOODLIT CAVERN ************************************************ [> **“Veythur drak’shael, Eldreth morûn varthas! Ixthar velûm shaelor, thren’dral ossar vey’nath. Crescendath Oth’yr, dravûn ixthir vel shaen, draegor velûn, mortha ixthar, thalos verûn.

However, there is something about this concept that everyone must understand, which is their existence. These monsters or spirits from myths are alive for a purpose but not all can see them. The few who can see them and interact with them are called the Cast. The ones who make contracts with spirits after summoning them are the Off-Cast. Finally, the Cast who decides to hunt these creatures based off the miasma they emit are called hunters/ pursuants. The hunters have their own ranks in the ‘Yokai’ realm, which is similar to ‘the underground’. They are paid for every ‘Yokai’ they hunt. The ranks of these ‘Yokai’ start from Folklore followed by grades such as C, B, A. Although these are the o

The whole place had a pulse of excitement and anticipation. The tailors gave me the clothes for tonight. It is a three-piece suit made from wool that matches our eye color, blue, and silver. They embroidered the sleeves with symbols of our pack, the triskele. “Alarick!” I shouted as a lot of werewolves also occupied the tavern. “Ylva’s looking for you.” Alarick nodded and went in my direction. He looks like a busy merchant trying to greet all his emptor. “Let her be. She knows her way around.”