Novel & Cerita Godly Hunter

Still confused about what he is saying because my dad has never discussed this with me before he died. “ I told your dad to discuss it with you but he always tells me it isn't time for you to know. Now he is gone you have to know your lineage. Like I said you are from the generation of hunters. Your lineage has always been the leaders of the Hunter's. Now your dad is dead, you are to take over from him. The mantle has been passed to you. Hunters are the ones who hunt werewolves.” I sobbed as tears trickled down my eyes. I couldn't hold it

Silver energy burst through the forest destroying the restraints completely while power slammed through the trees like a shockwave. The hunters stumbled backward immediately. Too slow. I grabbed the nearest one first and drove my fist directly through his chest. Blood sprayed across the forest floor. The hunter stared down at the hole through his body almost calmly. Still smiling. Goddess these people were insane. “You’re already too late,” he whispered weakly. Then his body started turning to ash. No. Absolutely not. I grabbed him harder immediately. “Who are you?” Ash spread faster. “The storm king rises again…”

I asked. Abuelo looks at me seriously, “Diego really was a bastard and didn’t teach you or your siblings a damn thing.” He growled, but continued. “Hunters for werewolves are very dangerous. They are humans with special abilities to see who are wolves. They have an uncanny amount of strength that rivals our own. They are the worst predators for us because they have special abilities to seek us out and not be detected in the process.” Then Aiden adds, “Hunters are assholes. Even when they say they want to help, they really don’t and backstab everyone. They are definitely not allies.”

But hunters don’t have sense. They have orders. “Alpha Cain.” The hunter’s voice is flat. “You and the female will come with us willingly.” Lyra bristles beside me. The bond flares a warning—hers or mine, I can’t tell anymore. I step forward, slow enough to be a threat, calm enough to be feral. “No.” The hunter doesn’t blink. “You are compromised by a god.” Compromised. The word tastes like violence. Lyra steps up beside me, eyes bright silver. “We’re not compromised.”

She knew the cleanup team would arrive soon. They exited the woods and got back into the car. Everyone was silent, until Ruth finally spoke again. “Those people you saw... they’re called the Hunters. Not the deer-and-rabbit kind. The ones who bear hatred for werewolves. They pretty much want to wipe every werewolf off the map. Good or bad, it doesn’t matter to them.” She paused and glanced at them. “Alex, you look like you just got indigestion. Are you okay?” Alexander looked up slowly, worry all over his face. “Those two back there...” he muttered.

I sit down next to her in the living room and start watching the news. Hunter is beautiful on top of the big and glamorous stage, being photographed with the trophy of a golden ball. He’s wearing a grey suit and a sky-blue shirt with a contrasting dark blue tie—Lord, how beautiful he looks. At the end of the interview, a reporter asks who he is dedicating the prize to. "I dedicate this to the professionals who have been with me my whole life, to my current club, to God and my family." "Anyone else, Hunter?" asks the reporter.

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.

But we’d been too injured to stay any longer so I’d mind linked Derrick and told him to send Arianna, our best healer, to me. “The question is why did a hunter attack you?” And that was another question I’d been circling for the last week. We had a truce and they didn’t seem like rogue hunters…but maybe they were. “I’m not sure. Hunters only have permission to hunt pack wolves if they break the covenant. Maybe they confused me for a different wolf?” Derrick’s blue eyes filled with worry as he leaned forward and said, “Or maybe there is a contract out on you?” And that was another question I had. If there was a contract out for my life, who had put the target on my head?

She was adamant that this old woman was scanning her from head to toe. “The gods are the designers, and we mortals are their playthings. Malum had a gift of showing his people his own presence. His hunters were the swiftest predators in the entire valley, their eyes glew in the dark and they could travel with the speed of wind. In some legends, his most devout followers didn’t even need to rely on weaponry, their claws and sharp fangs all sufficient for taking down even the mightiest of the prey. They became known as, “Achylis”.

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.