Greek Mythological Hunter Novels & Stories

He ran in the opposite direction, but he seemed to have spotted. "There he is. Get him." He was too far to see who they were, but he knew for a fact they were the hunters. "Ancient hunters. Damn," Jason cursed, running while hiding in blind spots "He went south get him. Don't let him go. They are monsters. Be careful not to be caught by them." Frank said. Jason knew the voice and was scared. That guy was a devil reincarnate. He would kill his family member without blinking if they ever turned into any of the monsters.

I whispered as fidgeted with my fingers "Well don't look so glum I'm here to give you a second chance if your willing to take it, it's your choice" "What do you mean" "I mean you have a choice if you wanna become a hunter, here we are at the hunter institute where we recruit and train people to become hunters to defend threats to the supernatural and human community " I just stared at him as he continued "There are also hunters that are part of an elite group called assassin hunters, they are few but they are the strongest and most powerful of all the hunters , chris here is part of that group", he glanced at chris then back to me "he's a vampire with special abilities one of them being he c

Without thinking about the moment and love they had shared for even a second, she was terrified and ended up reporting him to the hunters in that town. He was later ambushed and murdered, he died with a broken heart. When Jake found out about this, he made sure he laid the girl and the hunters to waste. The leader of the hunters, Billy, known as the "wrath of God", he had slashed his throat and left him in the woods to bleed to death, painfully choking on his own blood.

He glanced at Dante who shifted his stance nervously. “Yes. Hunters date back to the original bloodlines of wolves. The two powerful families. However one was cursed to become something strong enough to hunt wolves. Hunters. The wolf blood line faded out amongst them as time went on but in the very beginning they were wolves.” Nora said ignoring the glances Jace was giving her. “Well that is some fairy tale. Who exactly told you this?” Kellen laughed while the room was silent. “The goddess.” Nora said quietly. “The moon goddess, the mother of all. Spoke to you.” Kellen said in disbelief.

His other shoulder is clearly marked with a symbol that I know all too well, and it makes me pale instantly, my blood running cold, as he turns enough to make it visible. It’s the ancient symbol for RA the sun god, bestowed upon all hunters as a tribute when they make their first kill of a supernatural. There’s no other reason for it and I have never seen a human with a tattoo of this design. They wouldn’t have ever seen it as it disappeared with the hunters.

They were written by various physicians, historians and hunters. Some myths said that the first in sighting of lycanthropes were in Gilgamesh, wherever that was, in 2100 BC. Other myths said that lycanthropes were seen around 425 BC, in Greece. They were a magical tribe called the Neuri, who could transform into wolves. Nadine paled at some of the rituals that the Acardians had practiced, where they sacrificed humans to their wolfgod. She decided that that was enough. History wasn't pretty.

The hunters, those shadowy figures who had shattered her world, were an insatiable hunger that gnawed at the edges of her peace, their pursuit a relentless tide that threatened to drown her. They were a hydra, she often thought, a monstrous entity with a thousand heads, each one driven by a different vice or delusion, yet all united by a single, burning purpose: to find her. Some were mere mercenaries, their souls as tarnished as the coins they craved, their loyalty bought and sold with brutal efficiency. They moved through the forests with a practiced disregard for the natural world, their heavy boots crushing ancient ferns, their careless fires scarring the earth. They were predictable in

That was Frank the monster’s thing. “We don’t even need to watch videos, Ian already showed me how to do it. You just press down on this trigger thingy, point at the area you want to paint and voila! It’s done.” She patiently explained how the whole contraption worked, up until the point of how to get paint into the eqiupment, but I didn’t hear a single word. I nodded in all the right places, at least I thought it was in the right places, but my mind was brimming over with questions. What was Kyros? It had introduced itself as a god. The fire god to be specific. Admittedly, my greek mythology was terrible, seeing as all I knew about it was from the few comics I read and the Thor movie I watc

We are on an open deck for all the world to see. I kissed her hand and put it around my neck. I kissed her once more and got off her before I couldn’t control myself. She was laughing, and I glared at her. “Later, muffin,” she teased, and an agonizing groan tore at my lips as I watched her rose. We are getting closer to the birthplace of Apollo and his twin sister, Artemis, goddess of the hunt and virginity. Well, according to Greek Mythology. I rose to my full height and walked close to her as she gazed at the beautiful island as far as her eyes could see.

There was something difficult to get beyond about a piper who played music to put the man to sleep. In the corner of my eye, I notice that he is grinning. "Musician Orpheus went to the underworld to retrieve his deceased sweetheart Eurydice. You are familiar with Greek mythology. He makes a pleasing eye turn in my direction. Few individuals do. Greek mythology wasn't something I would have expected a man with Dan's appearance to be interested in, but I suppose if you have an easy life, you have time to be interested in everything you choose. I sigh. "My knowledge is limited. Just a tiny bit.