Fairy Hunters Novels & Stories

*** Abraham Van Helsing, the Dutch vampire hunter, had once had an apprentice whom he admired and held in high regard, long before he even considered the holy order as a potential calling. Helsing betrayed his apprentice and thought he had disposed of him. However, the tales surrounding this event were shrouded in insufficient recounting and relied solely on rumors. Higgins, renowned for his extraordinary ability to communicate with the dead, was known as the Necromancer Hunter. His expertise lay in influencing the living through the use of the deceased as conduits. His discarded body had washed up on the shores of a massive island housing several packs of werewolves, one of which belonged t

“I have seen what has passed and what is to come. Life and death. Death and life. The destiny of the chosen one is determined by your Hunter – Son of Lycaon.” I remain silent as saying nothing seems to spur her on to talk. And talk she does. “The chosen one. Built to become the queen of shifters, to give birth to the next immortal. To defeat the god Aodh in her true form. She will need my dagger.” The old woman hums to herself. “Indeed, if the Hunter does not succeed this realm will perish.” “Queen Lamia? You speak of queen Lamia?” I struggle to break free of the thick twined branches that hold me down. If I keep her talking maybe she won't notice I'm trying to break free.

Shouted a fairy and I immediately drew back. "A fairy?" L said and laughed. I put my sword back in its place and said, "I have no time for faires." "I have been assigned by the Gods of the forest to escort you on your journey to Haktun," she said. "You can tag along, as long as you remain quiet," L said. Fairies are known to be talkative, telling them to be quiet was an impossible task for them but it would be beneficial for our ears. "Shouldn't we just tell her to go?" I asked L.

Alice paused, not knowing how to continue without sounding like she wanted to give trauma to a child, "Did your mother ever read you stuff, like fantasy stuff?" "You mean fairytales." She answered with confused eyes. She nodded, "Yes that. But it wasn’t the fairies or the princesses I was talking about. Unfortunately, there is one monster that is real, and that was the one that attacked your mother. They are called vampires." The child’s eyes widened. "Like the ones that drink blood?" Gardenia responded, her mouth was hanging open. "Yes. But we are doing our best to protect people like you. We’re called hunters. We fight vampires to protect other humans like you and your mama. But others can

He glanced up at Genie for just a moment, and she just nodded. We had all heard about the forests of Fairy, and it wasn't the Fae that you had to watch out for. Hell, there weren't even any predatory animals in that forest. No, the plants there were the predators. They can and will stalk and kill just as well as any animal, honestly, most people say they do even better. Spewing toxic substances, creating illusions to draw in their prey. It was the most dangerous terrain in the realm next to the dead plains.

Based on what I have seen and heard over fifty years of watching. The hunters are not wolf. They are not vampire. They are not fae. They are something older. Something that existed before the Moon Goddess blessed our kind. They hunt royal blood. They feed on power. And they have been waiting for the heir to return so they can finally destroy the bloodline forever. I read the words again. Then again. My hands shake. The hunters. I do not know what they are. I have spent fifty years trying to find out. Every book. Every legend. Every old wolf who might remember. Nothing.

Aramir, Cleon and Ailsa follow after her and so does the rest of the rangers for this mission. There are twenty fairies in this surveillance mission on the Orange Haven. They comprise of six rangers from each realm, with an addition of one swift water fairy messenger. The Princess completes their number. The night sky is pitch-black when their group finally emerge from the Azure River. The rangers noiselessly traverse the rocky part of the river bank. This leads to the border of the Orange Haven.

A Fairy hybrid is very hard to find as the king of Fairies sees them as abominations and usually has them killed not long after birth. I was lucky that I managed to capture and enslave a purebred fairy. Normally a pure Fairy only lasts for a short amount of time in the service of others, but I found a loophole. I did many hours of research and it took the sacrifice of quite a few scouts to infiltrate the Fairy King's castle and then his library to find the information that I needed. The very last scout I sent come back with a page from a very old book, on that page written in Fairy. It took me a little while to translate it, to find it was the instructions on how to capture, enslave and use

They sit their quietly most of the time listening to music or podcasts and sometimes Lux will ask Genevieve to tell her stories about her life as a fairy. When Genevieve is there then Lux lets me and Silas stay, and my favorite time is when Lux asks to hear Genevieve’s stories. It’s fascinating learning about the fae and their lifestyle. I learned how they are all vegetarians, how they study plants to be able to know all of their properties, how some fairies can’t actually fly, and the wings can sometimes just be for show, and I’ve learned some bad things as well. Like how hunters have almost eradicated them because they want their wings. Something about their wings have a crazy healing effe

"For all we know, they're setting a trap." "I don't understand." Kaida eyed the two of them. "What do you mean by hunters?" "Witch hunters," Fiona barked. "Exactly as it sounds. It's an organization started centuries ago by, who else? The Meaths. Their only purpose is to kill our kind, those with pure magick. They have countless others in the fold now." Ice shot up Kaida's spine. "You can't be serious." "Do I look like I'm playing Candyland?"