Evolution Theory Of The Hunter Novels & Stories

While she stood unaffected by anything he did or said. “When I was in school, I learned this theory, Survival of the fittest by Charles Darwin. He stated that a living organism will adapt to its changes according to its surroundings and further changes in the environment. Only the strong-willed and the ones who will be able to adapt to changes will be able to survive. One such example was, Deer mice that migrated to the sandhills of Nebraska changed from dark brown to light brown to better hide from predators in the sand.” She said and leaned back while Micheal was extremely confused as to where she was going with it. “So I believe in that theory and I applied it.” She said and turned around

The hunters grew in numbers, and soon they won't be able to feed themselves. Elder then opened up to William. About her plans to pass on the tribe leadership to Ingrid. The Elder is glad that Ingrid was a good leader on the battlefield, but she believes the hunter will survive if they keep up with the change. She admits that the old ways kept them the hunters alive. But the Elder now sees that Ingrid's suggestion to trade was right. If Ingrid had her way, maybe the hunters would have those steel armor and weapons, and fewer of them would die.

“Thousands of years of fighting these bloodsucking bastards, and we still don’t have all the answers.” “Pretty much,” Jo agreed. “My dad said, for the first hundred years of his life, nothing changed. Everything was predictable. There were rules, and nature insisted that they be followed. Then… titanium bullets were discovered, and everything seemed to go to pot.” “Yeah, it had to be quite a shock to discover that there truly was a way for a Hunter to kill another Hunter.” “And for a Guardian to kill a Hunter,” Jo added. “That was something that had never happened up until the day my dad shot and killed that female Hunter who had helped ambush the team at Sierraville.”

She watched me with those cold, calculating eyes. My plan had always been simple: mate with Ava, consolidate the power of the White Wolf, and lead the North into a new era. But looking at Hilda, I realized I’d been aiming too low. Hilda was a Hunter. I’d read the old texts. I knew the history. Hunters were the universe’s answer to wolves. They were designed, genetically and spiritually, to kill us. It didn't matter how fast we were or how quickly we healed—Hunters were the hard-stop. If I could plant my seed in her, if I could father a child with a Wolf Hunter, that child would be unstoppable. A hybrid with the strength of an Alpha and the genetic imperative to kill everything in its path.

I don't like this at all, I had no idea they could track us in that way, or from a trail that old. The first hunter and his children had to make a sacrifice in order to gain the ability to track the werewolves, as well as the immunity to vampire venom. They gave up their wolves, sacrificing half of themselves in order to exact revenge on the wolves. Not just the wolves that betrayed them, but on all werewolves. Hunters do not remember their origins story, they have no idea that they are infactt the bad guys, willing to kill anyone who gets in the way of their mission to rid the world of all supernatural creatures. Including all creatures with powers, senses, or gifts that the average humans

“All these years and I thought you were ready to be announced to the counsel. They were interested in you Evangeline but now, I don’t know if you are ready.” I sighed. We’d been playing this game for the entire week. I knew what he wanted. I’d given in, which was worse than hesitating. I ground my teeth together and pulled myself up to my feet. I swayed for a moment as vertigo hit and fresh pain tore through my body. I was pretty sure he’d broken several ribs and maybe even ruptured my spleen. My eyes flicked toward the table where the healing elixir sat. It would fix my body…a hunter’s secret weapon. How else would hunters have survived all these millennia? We needed magic to heal our bodie

Without really thinking about it, I scoffed. She turned to look at me. "What? Is that different from the sheltered crap you folks learn in Woodfell? You use their tech, learn their ways... you emulate them and demean our kind-" "We evolve." I corrected. She laughed. "Yeah. According to them." Living by hunting wasn't something me or my people had done in a long time. We got rid of practices we now considered beneath us because they no longer served us.

The beta said, neatly placing the daggers and blades on the table. "Hunters….." Evelyn muttered, the word rolling out of her tongue leaving a bitter taste. "Who's hunters?" Rain asked before flopping down on one of the chairs. "Hunters are humans or sometimes other supernatural beings like us, " Scarlett started, "Humans were the first ones known as hunters. They used to hunt us and other supernatural beings like us because they were afraid of our power but that changed long ago. Now, hunters include humans, vampires, and even werewolves. They're a group of people who kill and attack people when they are offered money for the job." Scarlett heaved a sigh. "Hunter attacks are surprising which

We weren’t going to kill them all, well Nick had thought we should, but Trav said there were some werewolves amongst the hunters. They weren’t there on their own accord, so we were going to figure out a way to get them away from the hunters. From everything Trav has told us about the hunters, there were far more hunters than we thought there would be. Alec explained that hunters have been around since the beginning when werewolves first came about. There may be millions of hunters amongst the humans. Except there was one hunter that could be over a thousand years old. Since there has always been one hunter that my brothers have come across over the years.

I mean, he’s not entirely wrong, so… “I just got into my emotions. Way back when I was young, my father used to hunt animals in the forest. I was seven at that time when he brought me along with him while he hunts for deer. He had an Alpine Shooter gun with him, and right in front of my eyes, was a deer who was running for her own life,” he said. I pressed my lips into thin lines and let him share his story. “I was scared, but at the same time, pretty oblivious to my surroundings. I was young,” he nodded to himself. “But then, Rodrigo, my father, positioned himself as if he was on a shooting range, he focused it on the running deer, his other left eye was closed, then a seconds later, he pul