Goblin Slayer: Endless Hunting Novels & Stories

My retaliation was a public humiliation in front of the entire university that Gary could not simply ignore. The game of humiliation he had carefully planned had turned into a public judgment of him and his lackeys. It broke the last of his restraint and made him go mad. He dropped the civility and stopped testing the waters. That night, the app posted an unprecedented "Ultimate Hunting" Quest. The title was crimson red. [Ultimate Hunting Quest. Capture Sinead alive and take her to the abandoned classroom building in the north.]

I lunged. The corporate tower is gone, but the "Auto-System" has sent a "Default Pack" of glitching white wolves to replace Elara’s family! It’s a war for the very soul of the forest. Can the "Original" Silver Moon Pack defeat a "System-Generated" army that doesn't feel pain and doesn't know how to die?**

Gabriel commanded. With a thunderous roar of his own, Gabriel shifted mid-air. His massive, midnight-black wolf materialized in a flash of fur and claws, biting directly into the Shadow-Beast's shoulder. The two massive creatures slammed into the ground, tearing up earth and stone as they locked in a death match. "Hunters! Kill the rest! Bring me the girl alive!" Selene screamed from atop the crystal. The grove erupted into pure, chaotic violence. Arrows flew through the air as Trevor and Nyra threw themselves into the fray, their weapons cutting through the hunters. Lucien stayed glued to Gina’s side, his twin blades a defensive shield as three hunters attacked him at once.

Like one body, the goblins quickly got to work without questions, and Zen sat dumbly at the newly built campfire with the leader. Striking up a conversation, he casually pointed at the slingshot the leader had used to kill a rabbit. “What is that powerful weapon you used to kill the rabbit?” he asked. Feeling smug that the dumb halfling recognised the power of goblins, the leader bragged about the slingshots. “Unlike humans who use arrows, we use rocks. Rocks are harder than arrows, and you can find them anywhere on the ground. It’s a good thing you’re half-goblin. I can teach you how to use it if you want.”

The werewolf raises its claws and desperately reached for my face but I evaded it and took out my knife and pierced it through its heart. I wiped the blood that splattered on my face and raised my head to find Rendall and Quinn. Rendall is owning this hunt by slashing the werewolf’s body mercilessly while Quinn, Quinn is nowhere to be found. “Quinn!” Finally, I saw a movement of Quinn’s bow and arrow behind the tree that is seven feet away from me. With a sigh of relief, I continued chasing another werewolf. It is faster and slimmer than the first one so I have to make sure that my eyes will always follow it.

Noya scoffed. So that’s it. Noya’s taken so much into account but has forgotten a key factor. Me. She has precautions against the supernatural, but I’m not any of those things. I’m human. I’m a hunter, and killing witches is just part of what I do. Knowing what I was about to walk into, I climbed over the edge. I slipped on my hunter talisman for added protection and took out my silver khopesh, ready to strike. She didn’t even see it coming. Even as Godric smiled, having seen me coming up behind the dumb bitch. “You forgot the hunter, bitch!” I scoffed, swinging the curved blade separating her head from her shoulders.

According to the legend, the goddesses of faith spelled the boundaries where they lived, to deny them to cross it. The sun had crept up high in the sky to announce the mid day, by now. Deciding it was time for a meal, I hid my belongings up on a tree and shifted in my light brown wolf. My nose elongating into a muzzle, hands and feet morphing into clawed paws and a tail sprouting from the end of my spine. Raising my snout high in the air, I sniffed in the air. As I shuffled around the area, a lone rabbit caught my eye. It was mindlessly nibbling on the soft grass, oblivious to its surroundings. I waited foe the right opportunity and crouched still, and when I deemed my timing right, I pounce

As Jo led Dante toward the hunting ground, the noise of the gathering crowd grew louder and louder. Jo’s stomach twisted in disgust. Every year, the Dark Slayer pack held their "traditional hunt", a brutal bloodsport where captured slaves were hunted down and killed. They weren’t just demons, either. Many were wandering elves, half-fairies, and other magical creatures caught near the no-man’s border. Creatures that didn’t deserve to die. Alpha Jayden took perverse pride in these hunts, flaunting them as some glorious tradition.

Then, flashing through the void of my horrible, awful choices, a shout: “She’s one of them!” “No she fucking isn’t!” Dad roared, the sound so wild, so animalistic, that I hardly made out the voice as his. “Look at her arm.” He punctuated it with a swift blow, which was followed by the slump of a body against the floor. I dropped the body to the ground, disgusted. My arm no longer burned, but my cheeks did as I rose and forced a stake into the vampire’s heaving chest. I did not pause to look at my wrist; I did not dare to look at my Dads, at the other hunters. Shame clouded my head, and I stumbled back into the fray, desperate to shove aside all thoughts except the bliss of mindless movement,

*** 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