Godly Hunter Novels & Stories

he whispered, voice edged with steel. But the scent hit me then, familiar, bitter, wrong. My blood iced. “No,” I breathed, stepping back. “Not a rogue. A hunter.” Kael’s eyes snapped to mine. He understood instantly. Hunters, humans trained to track, trap, and kill wolves, were worse than rogues. They didn’t fight for dominance or survival. They fought for extermination. The figure stepped into view, crossbow gleaming beneath the moonlight, eyes sharp and merciless. His smile was thin, cruel.

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

I could count his teeth from here if he’d open wide. "Hunter." Noah doesn’t respond. "I know it's you. Nobody else runs like that." Still no answer but Corben's decided who's out here and he's talking to that. To the Hunter he trained next to. The one who always did the honorable thing. Who didn’t see his bonded mate get shot this morning after they set his gym on fire with people inside. He’s talking to a man who no longer exists. "Danny went to Aldous." He sucks in a rough breath.

“We all know the only way hunters would have made it through that veil is if access was granted to them. And…” “One of us,” I sigh, feeling a migraine coming on. Luca and Nyra are right. Someone who has the power to scale through that veil unscathed must have helped them. And it cannot have been a regular pack member. It’s someone much stronger. “And how are we even sure they are hunters?” Nyra says, her hand reaching for a shirt on the floor before she decides against it, the look of disgust in her eyes. “I mean, it could be anything, right?”

Then I tilted my head to the side, deciding to use his own tactics against him, my voice sickening sweet. "There's one thing I can't imagine, though. If you were the one who led the attack on The Skyefrost Pack, then you should look much older." I raised a hand to my lips. "Umm... why is that?" I lowered my hands and raised my eyebrows. "Could it be that you're an abomination just like those you hunt?" "I am no abomination!" he yelled, shaking the bars of his cage, resembling a caged animal. "As a Hunter, God has given me the powers I need to do His work!"

They turned men and women insane with violent exposure and ingrained belief their gods wanted this, and soon the entire race began to plunder any who stood in their way, be they immortal or not. The Hunters were a different breed altogether and could kill without emotion. Unaffected by what they did, unlike their kin and calculated in doing so. They were machines built for a purpose and did not seem to be affected by carrying out that destiny. Even while Aztecs fell to invading armies, the Hunters were indestructible and ploughed on still with their preprogramed purpose.

Either way it would definitely end up with her getting arrested. "Aren't you happy?" he asked. Happy? Was this guy serious? Why the fuck would she be happy? None of this made sense and it was messing with her head. She couldn't be his beloved. She just couldn't. Fate wouldn't be that cruel to her. Not that it would matter much when she drove the dagger into his heart, but still it was like an insult to her very existence. She was a vampire hunter, not a vampire fucking lover. "I take it that it's a no then," he said after a few moments of her intense silence, "I'm sure you will come around."

Jesus Christ. She'd been cut somehow in the struggle; a gash on her upper arm was bright red, slick with fresh blood. And the scent and sight of it had sent her hunter attacker into a slavering fit of bloodlust. What kind of sorcerer are they? Someone who likes blood? His inner questions halted when he looked at Grace's eyes. It's pleading. Instead of going for the book, which the trio had no doubt been dispatched to do, the Hunter on Grace seemed rooted in just one thing—slaking its unquenchable thirst.

“12 out of 21 deer have been killed by this hunter.” Holding my spear, I am trying to catch my breath while paying my whole attention to the keeper. Keepers are the one who has the information of how many kills a hunter has in an hour. “None other than, Raffi of the Ambrose’s!” I saw my father fixing his hunter’s robe while wearing his huge smile. The whole tribe is excited especially the women of which gender I belong to. I started to walk to the wooden stage created by the tribe for this kind of ceremony. Everybody is happy and I hope this will last forever.

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.