Famous Monster Hunter Novels & Stories

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.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

he said. "Hm" I nodded in agreement. "So, thousands of years ago, the moon goddess only created three supernatural beings, which consisted of my dad, mom and another man -his name is Oak... " "Oak?" I cut in. "Yeah" I laughed briefly at the name. "Oak,it sounds so weird, just like your name" I said and laughed again. "My name doesn't sound weird" he defended his name. "Oh, really?" he nodded. "Wymond, doesn't that sound like wayward?" I asked.

“Tell me what you know.” Rahl leaned closer. “The first kill is a pivotal moment, as it awakens something primal in them. Many hunters call it ‘The Beast.’ Something in them craves the thrill of the hunt and the taste of enemy blood and battle. It’s what fully unleashes you as a hunter.” The feeling she had during the fight came back to her. It was both exhilarating and terrifying. But how long until her ascension? After the fight, she expected it to happen right away.

She gave them a subtle nod to acknowledge them but didn't want to draw too much attention to them. The other humans didn't need to know about the monster that had been among them tonight. They were safe now. Well safe from him at least. Her job as a slayer (or hunter as they were often referred) was to keep other humans blissfully unaware while eliminating the threats. It was dirty work with some very dangerous creatures, but she loved it. Knowing that she was ridding the world of them, saving so many people, even if she didn't get thanks for it. She herself despised any supernatural creature, she'd seen so much in her short time that absolutely horrified her.

There was thought to never be an end to the ritual like slaughters of humans all around the world until one man stepped up to the plate. Edwin Storm the famous monster hunter appeared from the shadows no one knew his true origins for they were not the makings of a great love story turned tragic, or a boy that dreamed of one way begin a hero. It was a bloody pain-filled origin that was sowed with a seeds of great pain and anguish. When he was a child at the start of the waves of violence his family was one of the first to fall to a murderous witch. He was hidden in the closet watching everything that was going on, he thought that he was safe until the witch f

“I need answers. Tell me who they were.” “I don't know how to explain it,” she began in a scared voice. “You probably won’t even believe me.” “Try me,” Damon whispered. Mara drew in a deep breath, and she pulled up the blanket on the bed to wrap it around her shoulders. “They were hunters. Werewolf hunters…They call themselves Vortex.” Damon frowned. The name sounded so weird and unfamiliar to him. “I’ve heard of hunters, but I've never heard of this VORTEX.”

They'd broken my legs to leave me crippled, and I ended up dying on the operating table. Natalie even brought Harvey back to the house earlier this time around. Could it be that one of them had also been reborn? I took a step back in disbelief. How could this be happening? A middle-aged woman came clawing at me like a maniac, and all the women were hurling the worst insults at me. "You monster! Why did you ruin my daughter's life? I'm going to make you pay for what you did to her!" "My daughter jumped off a building to take her own life because of you! She'd only just graduated from college. She had her whole life ahead of her! You're not even fit to be called a human!"

He ran in the opposite direction, but he seemed to have spotted. "There he is. Get him." He was too far to see who they were, but he knew for a fact they were the hunters. "Ancient hunters. Damn," Jason cursed, running while hiding in blind spots "He went south get him. Don't let him go. They are monsters. Be careful not to be caught by them." Frank said. Jason knew the voice and was scared. That guy was a devil reincarnate. He would kill his family member without blinking if they ever turned into any of the monsters.

I felt I needed to learn more about communicating with ghosts and all that, so I decided to watch some of what Trisha had called the pros. I’d noticed that YouTube ghost hunters talked a lot about one Brandon Price, leader of a team called Haunters, like he was the grandfather of paranormal investigation, even over the Warrens and Hans Holzer. A quick search taught me that even though Haunters hadn’t been among the pioneers of that particular TV niche, they already had nine seasons and counting. And they were considered the best of the best.