Famous Monster Hunter Novels & Stories

"It's... it's Maverick King! The Night Hunter! He said... he said he's bringing the Stone Pack a big gift!" The whole place went dead silent. Maverick King—the most feared hunter in the supernatural world, a being even vampires were terrified of. A cold smile touched my lips. Game time.

Fern shivered. “Yes. And they call us monsters.” Daksh nearly growled. While had no experience with Mangadoom, he did have dealings with other black ops organizations. Humans often hunted what they did not understand, and they did not understand the shifting breeds. His family had been hunted after World War II to near extinction. Daksh had a personal interest in helping free this woman and shut down these hunters. “Exactly,” Fern agreed and led him to her friends.

He looked like he was in agony. But I was staring at the fresh scar on the webbing of his right hand, my entire body turning ice cold. That scar was identical to the one on the hand holding the woman's waist in the profile picture of the anonymous poster I had just seen. If I remembered correctly, that scar appeared three months ago. I was two months pregnant then, and we were walking in the deep forest. A feral Rogue suddenly rushed out. Kael didn't think twice before shielding me, fighting the beast with his bare hands.

"A retired supernatural hunter, you say? That's quite a find. His background must have been rigorous, filled with intense training and high-stakes situations. It's not every day you come across someone with such a unique skill set. What's his story?" Elena couldn't contain her enthusiasm. "Well, he's got a storied past. His name is Donovan Stone. He has a perfect track record with over fifty successful missions, including taking down rogue vampires, dragons, werewolves, and even a few dark sorcerers. His tactical acumen and combat skills are unparalleled. He served with an elite unit specializing in supernatural threats and retired with honors. It's no wonder he's so sought after."

It is advised to retreat and flee immediately! "What?" Keagan muttered to himself, his confusion growing. The screen continued to bombard him with flashing text, saturating his vision with its rapid display. Villain Report: Name: Unknown Alias: Duskbringer Classification: Infamous Villain Description: Duskbringer is an Infamous Villain known for their sinister skills, shadowy maneuvers, and menacing presence. This enigmatic figure operates in the shadows, striking fear into the hearts of both heroes and civilians alike. With their calculated approach and unique abilities, Duskbringer has become a significant threat within the city.

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.

Heir-Hunters were Crown weapons bred for one purpose only, to find and kill any pup born outside the bloodline rules and right now his entire focus was locked on my stomach. He lunged straight at me and the last thing I saw was Kael roaring my name as the monster closed the distance.

DOMINIC “What if it’s a trap?” I doubted. “We wouldn’t know until we go there,” Aurora said. The moment Dante Moretti’s name popped up, we had the rat in our basement. Our men combed through every lane, alley, and corner of Chicago to capture the asshole who probably orchestrated the worst ever blow this family had ever survived. But Dante Moretti turned out to be the biggest smug bastard I have ever seen, and I have seen my fair share. He was more of an animal than man, bragging on and on about his filthy plans for my sister, and manipulating us into killing him.

He asked in a smart-ass tone. The only response he got back from my mates was a low growl. I could not believe my ears and the things I was hearing. I had heard the whispers and conversations about hunters while I was cleaning around the packhouse. They are cold-hearted, ruthless, sadistic, killing monsters that hunt down the supernatural for sport and then brutally torture them for days on end before finally killing them.

“Dm!” Windy felt scared when he had to hunt with Ezra; he involuntarily cursed. Since hunting with Ezra was very risky and laborious, it was not according to standard rules but special training. The prey they caught must not die; it must be alive. The prey they just caught will not be kept but must be released, and they have to track down the prey they have just seen. And that will repeat many times until Ezra stops.