God Hunter Novels & Stories

Kellen looks between the three of us waiting for a sensible answer. I bob my head. “I didn’t think so, but aside from me, he is the only one that can handle the dagger. Ashe and Vivian described him as the gatekeeper. His wolf is named Janus after the god who protected the doorways between realms. His wolf changed over time. He changed over time. The ink his body wears. He didn’t have that done, I can't remember when the symbols covered his body, and I also don’t remember him ever having it done.” Kellen pinches the bridge of his nose. “And now you believe what?”

He said. I just sat there completely in shock. Then I grabbed my champagne and chugged the class before setting it back on the table. Damien just smiled at me, trying to hide his laughter. “I don’t see how any of this is funny… Do you realize who I am?” I hissed. “Snow, trust me, I know everything there is to know about you.” He said. “No, I don’t think you understand… I am a Hunter. A VAMPIRE HUNTER… You are a Vampire. I’m supposed to kill you. Why would the gods make me your gifted mate? It just doesn’t make sense.” I said.

Carlin requested for Adele to bring something to relive my headache, it was another obnoxious brew, I closed my nose and began drinking. We described out experience to her leaving nothing. She nodded a lot but said very little. It was starting to annoy me. “The Hunter God is from a different time of war and bloodshed. He’s the reason why we have senses and physical powers,” She said finally. “It will not be easy going against him. But you have Moon Goddess blessings.” Carlin and I nodded. “Let’s go back to my father. I have an announcement to make.” He said. I wondered what he was going to say.

His eyes looked relaxed, not anything like they were seconds ago when he looked at Collin. “You as well, Invisi-boy,” Callie dramatically bowed back. “Callie!” I shrieked. My face changed ten shades of red before settling in the deepest color of it. “Invisi-boy, huh?” he laughed. “It was that or Ghost Boy,” Callie replied matter-of-factly. “Are you a ghost, by the way?” “No,” Hunter smirked, “I’m an assassin.” “Knew it.” Callie nodded. “An assassin from an alien planet coming to scope out a new world to create a new colony on, right?”

His voice sounds increasingly angry with each word . " Which part ? " I scoff . " All of it . I could never kill Diana even if someone took my soul and replaced it with a hunter's ! " He hits back with rage . Hunters are said to be humans with above average abilities , their only aim is to rid the world of supernatural species , more often than not , they tend to go for werewolves and vampires the most . They usually leave seers , witches and related species alone . His statement didn't make sense in the least.

I had only seen Mildred and Garren shift, so this was new. Hunter wasn’t nearly as big as Garren, but he was bigger than Mildred. His scales looked rougher, and he had spikes lining his back along his spine. His talons were longer than the others, and his wings looked like they were tipped with ice shards. “Hunter is the last of his kind,” Mildred said low enough for only me to hear. “He’s beautiful. He looks like he is covered in pieces of ice.” I said in awe. She let out a laugh.

My instincts were in overdrive. What I found turned my blood cold. A bobcat, completely out of character for its species, attacked my Gigi, getting a bite right into her leg. Why hadn't she shifted into her wolf to defend herself? With even more savage anger than I had felt toward that chipmunk, I similarly leaped onto the bobcat tearing my teeth into its body, shredding it with my claws, and finally beheading it. When I was satisfied it was completely dead, I shifted back into my human form and ran to Gigi, who was crying frantically, crawling around on the ground with a stream of blood coming down her leg.

He hit the ground hard, but he was already scrambling to his feet, his weapon raised. "What are you?" the hunter gasped, his mechanical voice glitching. "I'm the mountain's response to your infection," Rangga said, stepping forward. His skin was burning, the bioluminescence reaching a fever pitch that threatened to consume his very flesh. He felt his veins turning into conduits of molten light. Arung leveled his rifle at the hunter’s head. "Drop the blade, or I turn your helmet into a birdhouse." The hunter’s visor flickered. He looked from Arung to the glowing, terrifying figure of Rangga, then to the chasm where his squad had vanished. He didn't drop the blade. Instead, he reached for a de

The Guardian snarled and latched his jaws around the Hunter’s throat again, putting more pressure. “You should be dead for that reason alone.” The Guardian let go of his throat and turned towards me. The Hunter remained where he was. I examined the lead Guardian as he slowly stalked towards me. He had dark brown fur that almost blended into the night with the same brilliant eyes as everyone else. He towered over me, and I trembled in the spot, and he lowered his face to sniff me. He growled and bared his teeth as he turned back to the Hunter.

He doesn’t blink. Hunter: “Doesn’t matter. You’re on the list. Abomination.” He fires. The bolt is fast (faster than human). I’m faster. I catch it mid-air with two fingers, lightning crawling over the wood until it turns to ash. Celeste: “Rude.” He drops the crossbow, draws twin silver kukris, and moves (insane speed, perfect form). He’s not human. Not fully. Some kind of augmented hunter (blessed, cursed, rebuilt).