Famous Witch Hunters Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Hi, Natasha. My name is Harold. I believe I can answer your questions.” I narrowed my eyes on him as I shook his hand. I crossed my arms over my chest. “Well, go on.” Timothy stepped in between us. “There is a pack of rogue wolves running in our woods. They are after you. The wolf that attacked you was one of them. We have put traps in the woods to keep them out.” “And how do you know this?” “Harold is one of them. He has been helping us and giving us valuable information.” “If you don’t want to tell me the truth, just say that. You don’t have to lie to me.”

He increased the volume and the fluid voice of the man on the screen filled the room. "... establishing ties with old and powerful packs, is a must for any new pack hoping to survive the rocky beginning. The Felt Hunting Club is a perfect way for young alphas like Donovan Creel, Rigel Howcraft and Tobias Lentiyn to get into the graces of these already established Alphas and maybe even form an alliance with them." Helena's magic roared inside of her, an untamed fury that demanded revenge for all the man she was seeing had done. "Are you alright?" Her father asked and she turned to him with a smile.

Yet everyone feared them since they were violent and cruel. The hunters were chasing everyone who was rumored to hold supernatural powers, then those captured were either killed on spot or enslaved, if their powers were useful. Among the hunter groups there was one that was the most vicious and cruel, the one whom everyone feared, the Black Hoods. It was said that no supernatural creature could defeat them, since their leader was the only one who truly held an amazing power against the witch magic, although no one knew whether the power came from heaven or hell… Immara did her best to avoid confrontation with hunters, but she couldn't hide her existence forever. She was chasing away bandits,

Elgar and Kathleen seemed to be aiming for Millorick who was trying to drag a child to a stone pillar, but their shots always missed. The few hunters I managed to free were trying to bring out all the captives while the witches were busy facing us. I looked around for Millorick. She was the strongest and needed to be watched out for. I saw her tie a child to a stone pillar and pull out her dagger. I chased after him and fired my rifle right into her back, knocking off her feet. I untied her and Millorick was unharmed, then got up and her face turned sinister with two long fangs. "You think that gun of yours can kill me witch hunter? You're too stupid to realize that I can't die with all your

A loud and ear-breaking scream echoed through the cave as the dark witch burst in pure anger. Her face was so red she could pass as a ripe tomato. “Damn that bastard! I should have known that he was going to betray me and our deal!” Her face was now clean, and that was because of the recent ritual that she had. Thanks to the lovely people who offered their lives for the fulfillment to her plans. Everything should have been planned out well, if not for the traitor Robert Kingston, the leader of the werewolf hunters who were best known for their cruelty.

His Luna would be a she-wolf more suitable to the position. Filled with grief and anger, Agatha managed to escape the packhouse where he had put her. To hide from him, she moved far away from the area and would only live around humans. A short while later, rumour had it that the pack was decimated by religious zealots turned supernatural hunters. Even Agatha had to be careful that she didn't attract the attention of the hunters, so she managed to avoid the witch trials that happened a few hundred years ago. Many witches and non-witches alike had been caught and killed by the hunters, all in the name of their God.

everyone says slowly. “When I was doing research to look for possible weaknesses of mythical creatures, I read a hunter case from a long time ago about a witch that could cast a curse or hex on people she didn’t want spilling her secrets. Any time that one of those people started to talk, they would go still then all of sudden seizure out and die. I think whoever this witch is has done something like that.” This was also when I was researching mates, but they didn’t need to know that. “That would explain why they won’t talk, even after being tortured,” Dean said.

Lilith snorted with anger. She wouldn’t rest until she got even with that evil witch finder. She had come a long way. She was only seventeen when her innocent mother was burned alive. The witch hunter had arrived in the town to hunt the witches down. Most of them were innocent victims and of course the wicked ones had gotten away.

*** 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

She crawls out of the reach of his grasp and over to us. “Someone help him!” She cries out as I pull her into my arms. Atticus charges in; there was no way the Hunter was getting away this time. As the Hunter doges blow after blow, I find myself amazed at their movements. It’s like this person was trained from birth to do this, to face furious monsters head-on. Finally, black smoke starts to snake up Hunter’s body, and he’s swallowed by darkness. “The Witches…” I said, knowing that they had helped him escape, but why? Were they not considered monsters as well to the Hunters?