Goblin Hunter Wow Novels & Stories

A male voice, that I didn’t know, asked. Looking up, I saw a male player, standing a few feet away. His character was a vampire, but he was wearing the armor of a Hunter. Hunters in this game were players that found pleasure in attacking other players for their gold pieces and items. Granted, only common items could be looted.

As a wolf shifter, his body was a weapon, and he had every intention of using it to rip Stanley to shreds for doing this to Scar and for tormenting them both. He walked toward the compound with his head held high. There were three goblins on the roof with crossbows aimed at him—goblins didn't use guns below ground because they were more dangerous in the tunnels—and four more on the ground that stood alert when they noticed him. There were likely more that Damon couldn't see, too. Goblins on their own weren't much of a threat to a wolf shifter. But half a dozen or more, all equipped with deadly weapons? That halved Damon's chances of making it out of there alive.

They were literally what people call a pig's head. Yao Tai felt that they were exuding more power than kobolds and goblins. One of the three orcs could fight orcs at the same level. "Still, hunting in a flock, huh?" He thought he saw the three goblins entered the forest. Maybe they were going to hunt for foods here. The goblins weren't moving suspiciously and only seemed to be hunting wolves from the other dungeon. There is no war in this place and they have not tried to invade other dungeons.

They instinctively looked down. Then everyone froze. The pink, suggestive interface of "Goddess Hunter" disappeared. It was replaced by a cold black interface that looked like a tombstone. At the center of the screen, the photo of me that had been treated as prey vanished too. In its place was Gary's face, twisted with shock. Under his photo, blood red words slowly appeared. [New game activated, Scumbag Hunter.] [Target: Gary Zachary York.] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time.

“Nobody’s that good.” “That’s my problem,” she says, her voice harsh. “I’m not asking you to help me fight them. I’m just asking you to help me find them. Can you do it or not?” The answer to that question is no. I have no idea where any Moon Caster covens are. I’ve hunted them in my day, of course, but they stay on the move, and the only ones I’ve ever successfully killed have been away from the larger group. I’m a good Moon Caster hunter. I’m probably the best there is. But you don’t go looking for the coven. That’s crazy.

“I can smell them!” Hugo pulled his lips back, hissing. The man's teeth turned sharp and pointed like shark teeth. He didn't have the two special fangs that vampires or shifters used to have, but Aryadi had known for too long that they were more poisonous than any other fangs. The Cursed suddenly darted towards the back door. Burhan gasped for a split second before darting after the holy blood hunter. Aryadi followed Barbara's adoptive father by turning into a black wolf in one jump. Burhan sped up his run until he hit Hugo and sent them both to the side of the road. Aryadi growled and lunged at them, using that moment to grab and drag Hugo's feet into the forest, avoiding the attention of o

Belphegor said lazily as he yawned and stretched his limbs. “ Shut up... weren't you the one who called her a witch in the first place ” Leviathan said glaring at him. “ Hey easy there lover boy... You wanted to kill her in the first place not because I called her a witch ” “ Who the f*ck are you calling lover boy ” “ Alright boys let's focus on what we are here for... Gosh I'm so glad there are two girls among us now, I'm tired of you guys arguing like kids ” Beelzebub said as she ate the hamburger in her hand.

Like most rogues, I figured no one ever asked what he would get out of it and only asked what he could do for them. “Whatever it is you think you know, you will never really know what’s going on until it’s too late, and I’m not going to do anything to get you there any faster. So do your worst because I know the alternative would be much worse than anything some weak pathetic human could do.” I just looked at him and chuckled a little bit as I shook my head. I thought hitting that nerve would have at least given me a little leeway but I guess not. Based on his body language and his responses I can tell that first, he’s never dealt with hunters before and doesn’t see that danger that we can p

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.

My body recognized him. The goblin was dancing with me. He was staring at my eyes like he was defining my whole existence. I didn’t know if he recognized me like the way I recognized him. I guessed not. Because if he knew it was me, I would probably be in the verge of my death by now. The dance continued so as my crazy heart. I guessed he was here to hunt me down. My feet were unsteady. I felt like I was going to collapse, maybe because of fear. His strong presence was eating me alive. I could not concentrate, I could not see him straight. He was too much.