God Hunter Novels & Stories

The hunter, a lanky boy with brown locks and big brown eyes shook his head and they continued to the side of the building where they promptly disappeared. A small, almost fond smile curved the woman's lips as she watched the brown haired hunter disappear within the walls of the building. Grayson Callahan. He was neither human, witch nor vampire, but had traits from all three races. Grayson Callahan was simply one of a kind. And he would certainly make a proper rook. In her new world, he would be the perfect soldier. But it was not time to utilize him just yet. Swiftly, she turned the corner before the building, walking down Gouloi street. Today was not her day with the hunter who was no long

Screaming at the hunters coming toward him with bows and swords. To only hear a voice that made everyone go still. "Stop" Just one command and all the hunters bow down. And that's when Volkan's grey eyes met the dark black ones of the man behind everything. Daniel Black The leader of Hunters stood in front of him. His face emotionless, not caring of the bloodshed of the innocents he just committed in name of ending the werewolf specie, which according to the humans were heartless beasts that are to be eliminated at all cost.

A figure emerged from the tree line—a tall man with the unmistakable confidence of someone who thought he was in control. Benton Nye. I had only seen his picture in the dossier Hana provided on the drive from the farm to the park. His picture had been burned into my mind—a man with sharp features, dark hair, and a smirk that barely concealed his arrogance. The dossier detailed his role as the leader of the American Hunter Association, his calculated brutality, and his obsession with destroying the supernatural and avenging his mentor, Sakina Adio. He didn’t just kill supernatural beings—he studied them, broke them, and experimented on them.

The dark thing tried to sneak into the door to Quaker Hall basement, but I aimed my LED at the doorway, making it crawl back and up toward the ceiling. “Fuck you, bitch!” I followed it with the LED. As long as I kept touching Kujo, the bright glow didn’t hide the crawler’s outline. “Spoken like the filthy shit you are.” I hit it straight with the beam and heard it hiss again. “Gonna kill you!” “You can’t, roach. You’re fucking dead.” It kept retreating away from the light, so I kept walking down the tunnel, pushing him further away from the door to its cave.

Aaron chuckled while aligning his broken bones with audible cracks, his contempt was evident in his blood-red eyes. “I did what a soulmate should do in that particular situation, Zuriel. And now, I didn’t even know that Eve was promoted to the rank of a criminal waiting for death penalty. For your information, Hunter Harold has left on his own, he is in the hunter’s pack with Eve. How could you be so dumb to think about imprisoning a hunter? They are worse than Satan, Zuriel. Because of nature’s extra favors, no supernatural creature can defeat them.

Taking a deep breath, she waited for him to continue. “The hunter’s moon prophecy is commonly believed to be a prophecy of the gods. But the dragons have a stake in it, too, and his name is Rodyn.”

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.

"We tortured him for days and he wouldn't tell us anything. But just before the attack yesterday, he came to the Clinic." "He did? And you didn't catch him?" Daphne's eyes filled with concern. Xander shook his head. "No, he was gone when I got there." "He must have magic," Daphne said. "This is no ordinary human Hunter." "No, he's a supernatural hunter," I corrected. "He said that God created his kind." "God wouldn't have done that." Daphne smirked, shaking her head. "That's what I said," I replied. "Personally, I think Hunters were created by a witch with a vendetta against supernatural creatures."

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

The beta is usually a relative of the alpha. ‘Directly below the beta is what’s called a gamma. They are the best warrior a sleuth has. The gamma stands alone. There is not a gamma sow or a gamma boar. They train the sleuth and protect them. They are who the alpha sends when they need someone hunted down or interrogated. Everyone else is just known by their names and holds no title. They follow the alpha without hesitancy or defiance.’