Famous Monster Hunter Novels & Stories

“Jay has hired a ruthless rogue to locate the hunters' village. If you want to save your people, you'd better take care of that rogue, or Jay Manchester might burn down the whole village. There might be innocent kids, right?” “Who is the rogue?” He takes another sip of his drink, smiling. “Monark Lucien.” He says the name. My heart drops to my stomach. I have hired this name before. Every hunter knows him. He is our biggest fear. Long ago, there used to be another hunters' village. Monark, who went crazy after losing his entire pack in the hands of those hunters, tracked down their village and killed each of them alone. He is now a rogue, a powerful lone wolf.

I did the research. On my whole lower arm, these are my favorite monsters in fiction: Dracula, Frankenstein's Monster, the Hunchback of Notre Dame, and course, a zombie. If you can see more closely it's a picture of me—zombified. Aww, thanks so much, Zeke. It just sounds funny when you say 'sexy zombie.'

, he said and he quickly turned off his phone. My tears still streaming down my face. I wiped it with the back of my palm. I took my laptop inside my bag. I put it on my study table near the window. I rolled up the blinds just to exposed my room to the brightness of the sunrays. I sat and begun to type and browse about the vampire thing. I type the words Demon hunter and when I clicked the enter the same name appeared on the laptop screen. " Alexis Demitri ". I click the name and I saw his biography. He's the only one who's in a young age of ten, caught and killed a wild boar in their town. He's known to be one of the demon hunter who's still active and available anytime. He's father is Vict

Max slightly turned his head at the employee and the employee cleared his throat before going out of the tent. The employee didn't go out completely. He stayed by the entrance and stared at the two people inside the tent. When Max raised his hand to tuck Seolurrie's hair behind her ear, the employee's eyes widen. He heard and he knew the rumours about Hunter Max. He was known as the one of the five most powerful hunters in Halemyir, their country. He was also known as the coldest hunter. For the coldest hunter caring for a girl is a big news to their whole country.

“You’re a monster. Wolves kill humans. I saw my mother die at the hands of a rogue.” His jaw tightened. “And I saw my brother slaughtered by hunters. We are even, then?” The words cut deep. "Wolves are monsters, and I will die protecting humans from your lot." she offered. "You don't seem to be doing a very good job of it little hunter, offering me water."

"I have enough dirt on Isabella Thorne to bury her ten times over." "Then we stop playing defense," Julian said, looking from Silas to me. "Elara, you are a journalist. You know how to frame a story. We don't hide the truth anymore. We use it as a weapon. We tell the world that the 'Monster' didn't steal a child—he saved one from a psychopath who was funded by the very woman who just leaked these files." The air in the room shifted. We weren't just three people hiding in a villa anymore. We were a front. The Billionaire, the Broadcaster, and the Ghost.

It is astounding to see everybody utilizing their gifts and simply overall cooperating towards endurance. The most amazing contender, nonetheless, is certainly Felix. I had never seen his ability, and it flabbergasted me to observe it now. Encircled by likely the biggest number of Shifters, his body has developed about two times as large right after the approaching danger, shrouded in hair and undulating with muscles. His hands seem to be paws, with sharp hooks, and his face is canvassed in hair so it is near difficult to see. So this is the Monster ability.

He gives me a worried look so I mindlinked him. ‘It’s okay, she’s not dangerous.’ I tell him and he furrowed his brows but nods. I looked over to Syria’s direction. ‘She’s a shifter, a dragon shifter,’ I finish my words and Hunter grabbed my arm and looked me in the eye. ‘Are you certain?’ He asked through mindlink. I nodded in reply and he let go of my arm, glancing at the woman named Syria. ‘How?’ He asked.

Long ago, centuries before even the Civil war in Hara existed a beast. This beast was born from an ancient deity who had long passed and an extremely powerful demon. It scoured the lands and massacred many and those Werewolves and Sacred creatures dared to attack it would send them into a trance called Hunt. In this trance he had the upper hand as his victims would be literally in his home ground. The beast though was slain by an angry mysterious hunter whose most beloved apprentice The beast had killed. The mysterious hunter till this day its head hung as a collectable artifact for the Church of Earth Mother.