Godly Hunter Novels & Stories

she asked. Karen had so many questions, and I didn't know how to answer her. I wished I had the answers, especially now, but I didn't, and it kind of made me feel bad. I knew I had to explain things to her a bit. "The Hunter family are supernatural hunters. They are human beings with special abilities to locate and identify people like me. They also can match our skills and kill us. They are the most dreaded bloodline of all the supernatural hunters. It was all fair initially. The Hunters made sure everyone followed the rules, and no one cheated anyone. We saw them more like judges, juries and executioners. Whenever there were issues, the Hunters would solve them. They could tell when we wer

Matron Aldar greets us at the foot of the Guild Mountain, as we climb upwards, we’re joined by Ophelia, Leita, and Kiran, along with another young woman who introduces herself as Hunter Prairie. “Hunter will be joining us on our quest,” Kiran gushes. “She’s a protector and an absolute pro at that. Hunter would be of more use than all of us combined when battling against the devil.” Hunter blushes under the compliment. “Please, you’re exaggerating. You’re all powerful in your own ways. But I will do my best to help, Alpha Rexellen.” “Thank you very much,” I say sincerely. “Your assistance will be most appreciated, considering how you are all risking your lives in the name of my mate.”

Nevertheless, he asked politely, “May I know what it is about the Hunter Organization that you wish to tell me?” “Well, not much. I just want you to know that we didn’t abandon Zandor. We are gathering our strength to take it back in one fell swoop.” “We?” Mane asked. “Yes. Let me reintroduce myself. I am God King Brahman. I am the real Head of the Hunter Organization.”

She says before disappearing. Then I returned to my body just in time for a woman in blue to appear. I know who she is. How could I not? She was an important part of our parents’ lives and looks like a younger version of Christina. “How dare you disrespect her this way?” The sound of her voice is booming with anger. “She took everything from us,” the hunter yells as he fires a gun at the goddess. She simply holds up her hand and the bullets drop to the ground. “No, she didn’t. She gave you what you wanted: a world without wolves.”

Based on what I have seen and heard over fifty years of watching. The hunters are not wolf. They are not vampire. They are not fae. They are something older. Something that existed before the Moon Goddess blessed our kind. They hunt royal blood. They feed on power. And they have been waiting for the heir to return so they can finally destroy the bloodline forever. I read the words again. Then again. My hands shake. The hunters. I do not know what they are. I have spent fifty years trying to find out. Every book. Every legend. Every old wolf who might remember. Nothing.

Knowing that from all people, why does it have to be Daniela’s twin and the very person that is a curse and Satan’s son. “Holder, son of Satan or her twin, I do not give a damn about all of it!” Ranging out as his eyes dim in anger and even more, he lunges an attack with all his intent to kill or be killed. Drawing his sword as he bit his finger with his drop of blood as a binding sacrificial contract. He draws a transmutation circle of the hunter and huntress as God Capricorn transforms into HIS hunter’s form guiding and backing Kyle with HIS mana and elemental ice swinging an attack unto Arthur.

Stepping up and out to the main battle terrified her, for of course, she was just a young, scared, school girl. It was part of hunter's training to hold still and patiently wait to be attacked first, when facing an inhuman creature. And Daniel being quite well aware of that only walked slowly and majestically to the battle mouth, then suddenly stopped and joined his hands together in prayer and commitment. "Even though I walk through the valley of death, I fear no evil," he then opened his eyes and made for the sign of Trinity. "In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit," He then immediately removed a dual, double barrel shotgun and shot two demons who came at him from both righ

the man said as he stepped out of the shadows. He was tall, like most dragonkin with Sire blood were, I reckoned he was in his mid-thirties or so. He had light blue eyes and dark brown hair that hung down to his shoulders. His clothes were expensive and his hands looked like they had seen plenty of fights. “The infamous Ryder Grey, elite hunter of the supernatural world, we meet at last,” he said as he sat down on the chair that Clifford had placed in front of me. “I assume you’re Carlson,” I said to him and he smiled at me.

After quickly grabbing a couple of birds I decided I was fed enough for a while and went in search of Sunny. While everyone still treated her with kid gloves and like she was just some dumb bubble blonde, I knew what her bloodline had hidden within itself. Godfrey and I were hunters in every sense of the word. Trackers, it was what we did best. Give me a scent and I’m like a damn bloodhound. I will find it, in whatever corner of the earth in which it hides. That was a power I loathed that my maker possessed, but I was glad to have it.

and dove to the ground. A hunter entered the area with a lethal crossbow in his hands and a hood covering his face. The weapon was engraved with Damon's emblem, a jagged claw. With a snarl, Aiden sprang forward, his wolf emerging. Aiden was quicker than the hunter, pushing the weapon aside and slamming the assailant to the ground as he fired another bolt.