God Hunter Novels & Stories

He directed his speech to the doctor and ran out to that suspicious tunnel And he is bare-chested..sweat fills his chest and..muscles He entered quickly without caring. The tunnel or dungeon was very deep, behind him were the guards and men of the herd of Ultm - his Mate 's flock - " Alpha". Harry shrieked running toward a deeply fainted man, with many, many men near him, some of them dead - some dead - and others breathing hard, just like Jack. Zayn's gaze shook, cautiously looking at the place , "Harry let him go," ordering him and the rest of his pack to oppose him .

Arkon continued, “needed assistance. And that is how the Hunters came to be. They were humans, chosen by the Moon God and were gifted divine abilities… strength beyond that of mortal men, speed beyond any Lycan, agility to rival even the vampires themselves. They were also forged a weapon… not just any weapon, a special one, called the Spear of Death.” I froze. My pulse jumped. The words had a weight to them.

He continued to stare at me until something else drew his attention away. Hunters had a strange dichotomy playing out. Their mission was to kill genetically enhanced creatures. The white wolf, a genetically enhanced creature, was their sign from God or a talisman validating their deeds. Stupid. The rest of the night was uneventful. I dreamed of running through the meadow with Ghost and Magnus and moments with my father. I thought of my friends, Gunnar, Diesel, Clara, Adam, and Uncle Harris. I pondered the coming Hunter War. Was I the match that would activate a slaughter?

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

“We fight.” Kelvin stared at me, shocked. My eyes were glowing silver. “We can’t outrun this forever,” I said. “If I’m the Ghost Wolf, then let me be one.” We stepped into the tunnel as the ground began to shake. Shadows poured in from both sides—cloaked figures, each holding long silver daggers glowing with cursed energy. Flame Hunters. One of them raised a horn to his lips and blew. The sound wasn’t loud, but it cracked the air like lightning.

It was my mother’s voice, echoing through the neural link one last time. "Thank you for the data, darling. The Purge was just the beginning. Now, let's see how your rebels handle the 'God-Wolf' I just built with your frequency." A massive explosion rocked the Hive. The tunnel doors were torn off their hinges not by a bomb, but by a hand. A massive, white-furred beast stepped into the red light—it looked like Dante’s Void-Wolf, but it had Elena’s white-gold eyes and Silas’s lethal smile.

Reyna Andrews • It was a quite sudden question when I ask that to Adrian. I suspected he was different when he asked me those questions. I wasn't paranoid or anything about him. It's just that he somehow smells different than a regular human being. And I wanted to know if he was a werewolf or just a plain human that believes in the supernatural. He shook his head. "No, I'm a Hunter. A Hunter who kills werewolves." "Oh..." I say, awkwardly and silently...

My raised eyes began to furrow, I started to think of anything he could possibly discuss with the moon goddess. "The hunters are not to be trusted, Elena. They are malevolent, evil. They manipulate people into thinking they are saving the world from harm. Their game is to make the world believe in them and then attack from the back. The hunter boys are just agents, working for their malicious father." "Do you know them that much?." I snuffed a question. "Believe me, I've eaten and dined with them. I've worked with them and they betrayed me. " I breathed out, tucking the instinct that made me not believe her behind. The way she explained about my mate and the house of the hunters were unbelie

The hotel sandal he was wearing fell to the floor. "Hey, I have to finish my business here to take that dog to its master and kick my ass back to America ASAP. Can't we work together now?" Iris was getting emotional right now. Usually, Jonathan never sucks like this. But suddenly she remembered Jonathan's words at that time. About a demon that can turn into an animal to hide from hunters. Her brain was thinking so fast that it felt like her mind was spinning. The husky dog ​​is a striped gray, cold expression and fierce with other hunters. Iris suddenly took a few steps back when she realized that. Her mouth was in a strange smile and her hands brushed her hair back roughly.

However, there is something about this concept that everyone must understand, which is their existence. These monsters or spirits from myths are alive for a purpose but not all can see them. The few who can see them and interact with them are called the Cast. The ones who make contracts with spirits after summoning them are the Off-Cast. Finally, the Cast who decides to hunt these creatures based off the miasma they emit are called hunters/ pursuants. The hunters have their own ranks in the ‘Yokai’ realm, which is similar to ‘the underground’. They are paid for every ‘Yokai’ they hunt. The ranks of these ‘Yokai’ start from Folklore followed by grades such as C, B, A. Although these are the o