Fairy Hunters Novels & Stories

Serafina nods her head. “Is everyone else okay?” “Some have cuts and bruises,” Serafina tells us. “Good, no major injuries,” Mom says. “Did you hear the hunters talking? Do you know where they are taking the others?” Dad asks Serafina. She shakes her head. “The older kids surrounded us little ones. So the hunters couldn’t see us.” This is often a tactic used by wolves to protect their young. “How did you get away?” Dad then asked.

*** 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.

"It's been a particularly tough day, especially dealing with the bone fairy." Parker's eyes narrowed. "Wait, what? What do you mean by 'bone fairy'?" Gin quickly clarified, "No, no, it's fine. It was all with her permission. It's part of the hunter's plan. And he brought me the heads of those who had harmed me." She contemplated the final truffle in her hand before popping it into her mouth. "He brought you heads?" Parker raised an eyebrow. "You know, you're getting married soon. Just saying, that's how those bone fairies operate. You didn't give him a gift, did you?"

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.

“Yes. That makes sense. Fairies are easily distinguished creature as they carry pure magical energy and thick nature properties. That’s why they are hunted a lot in the past. Not that that practices stops until now.” “Really?” Jai frowned, somehow confused why fairies would be hunted. “What did people of the past do with those fairies? Eat them?” “Yeah,” Darrion answered, at the same time Carrola answered, “No,” and then they looked at each other.

*** A man stood looking at the dense forest ahead. He was standing on the balcony looking at the warriors who were training. The man was Sean, an Alpha who was the leader of the goldmoon pack. Sean was cold, rarely smiled, but deadly. No one in their right mind would dare to get into trouble with him. Sean looked back at the dense forest in front of him. The forest was tense, dark, and cold. For most people the forest was very scary but for Sean it was home. The place where he and his colonists belonged.

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.