Fairy Hunters の小説・ストーリー

My magic will not spare them if they declare war against us; that much is obvious now. Since the forest of the Nightwalker Pack was less than a hundred miles away from the Mystic Sisters Coven and the expanded forest reserve we acquired, we moved half the population of gnomes and fairies there, but they are all free to travel back and forth as they choose. Belle, Gale, and Peony are the most active and friendliest fairies we have, and most gossipy too. They make my job easier; they talk to everyone, flying around the forest and beneath the ground like ambassadors of peace. If their reports are accurate, we might expect Unicorns and Phoenixes to join us soon.

I rushed there and when I appeared on the corner a fairy was squeezing a girl’s neck. She could not be older than eleven or twelve years old. I didn’t know how the fairies were but why hurt children who posed no threat to them? They had already killed many of their brothers and sisters. Mothers and fathers. Many were going to be left orphans in the pack after the war. Was that not enough for them, did they have to kill children too? I jumped on her back then sank my canines on her neck. She screamed letting go of the girl and tried to get me off her. I jumped down leaving with a chunk of flesh from her shoulder. She made me mad by going after a child.

Matthew said when he saw the villagers walking towards them. The Hunters all turned around to face the villagers. They stopped when they were at a certain distance. “I apologise on behalf of the entire village.” Samon said. “It’s fine, really it is. Thankfully it didn’t get any worse.” Shim Boon said as the Hunters’ representative. “I was surprised when my daughter suddenly came to me with that young man. They asked me, ‘where are the others’? I said that I let you go. Until this fairy said someone stepped into the sacred ground.” Pix appeared when Samon mentioned fairy and waved at the Hunters.

“So, they were monster hunters?” “Yes, the original monster hunters who didn’t even realize that they themselves were supernatural creatures. Once they realized, some shifters just wanted to live their lives without killing and causing havoc in the countryside. That we had enforcers to do what they had been doing. To ensure that we kept it up, they accepted a seat on our council not long after that.” “What are they called?” “The Fianna. You can find tales of them in Irish folklore. They think a lot of themselves regarding their weapons’ creation. But they run this quaint hotel in Quebec, and they are very proud of it. You won’t know about it as it’s for supernatural creatures only.”

A pair of iridescent wings fluttered gracefully, revealing the presence of a fairy—a being seldom encountered in the realms of werewolves and vampires. Hera and I exchanged intrigued glances, captivated by the fairy's radiant presence. The creature's eyes sparkled with an otherworldly wisdom, and a voice, gentle as a breeze, spoke, "Alpha Davien, Princess Hera, you carry the energies of the Heartwood within you." Surprised, I responded, "Who are you, and how do you know of our journey to the Heartwood?" The fairy inclined its head, a gesture of acknowledgment. "I am Faelan, a guardian of the ancient magic that resides within these woods. The Heartwood's whispers echo through the realms, and

Una watched her father finish his food, and they ensured there were no traces of blood when they decided to return home. IN THE midst of the Ryk Forest, all the participants of the Equinox Hunt gathered for the awarding. Each animal they hunted corresponded to a point. The bigger the beast, the higher the score. The Equinox Hunt was participated by everyone who wanted to have fun hunting. Mostly the Lycans and Gwiazdan faeries. There were some from neighboring domains who joined for the first time. Hevian saw a group of faeries with distinctive silver hair. He was sure they were Alsacheris. His father might have invited them to assist in healing the injured since there were a few who didn’t

I hollered as I shifted to hunt down the bastards. Carson quickly caught the first two and eliminated them. The stupid assholes had thought coming back together half a mile from the clearing was going to help them. We crept through the forest silently, searching for the last rogue. We scouted the forest for hours and had just picked up its scent when a frantic call echoed through the forest. We froze misstep, trying to pick it up again if it was uttered again. Moments later a low-pitched bird call followed by a rapid, stressful one. Fuck. We looked around anxiously. ‘Falcon, hunters are here. What do we do?’

The vast city of Greiner is nestled in a lush valley, surrounded by rolling hills and dense forests. The town is filled with vibrant gardens and sparkling streams, creating a picturesque landscape that belies the tensions brewing beneath the surface. Years passed and the fairies in Greiner were as happy as ever, no more threat, no fear. They were even especially happy as this was the season of the coronation of the new Fairy Mother (mother and leader of all fairies), it's passed through the descendant line of the Great Fairy Mother (True mother to all fairies).

I hear the highest fairy shouting and now she was flying through us and then she shouts “You deceive me you need to be punished, never get out of here Not until you die in my hands!” That was what the fairy said and then she shouts Attack and then all of the people around us walked slowly and then we didn't have a choice other than to fight. Kleanor was still Lying on the ground while we are fighting with all of the people surrounding us good things They are not strong enough the number was a lot but still not strong so We only punch them and then they would instantly fall into the ground but the irritating part is they can stand up again and then fight even if they're covering with their

He seats himself on the chair in front of the table and the conversation starts. “We were actually hunting that yokai for some years now… You probably wouldn’t know the term ‘hunting’ here. Or do you?” “No. I do not.” “Okay. I’ll explain it in simple terms. There are three categories under which people or humans in general fall under… The cast, the off-cast and the hunters. Well, only if you’re out of your mind will you take the hunting route. My point being that the cast can interact with spirits, dead people, apparitions if they have not passed into the afterlife and they decide to stick around as a rumour. The off-cast are those idiots who can’t see these apparitions and they decide to us