Greek Mythological Hunter Novels & Stories

On the snow, there was not only a series of footprints that were about to be covered by snow, looking ahead, there were also a series of very large footprints, imprinted quite deep in the snow, at first glance they knew they were giant hunters. Her pupils shrank, and an idea appeared in her heart: Could there be an ancient creature, or is it some kind of Demon that ambushes? Jenny didn't have time to think about it anymore, she quickly returned to the cave, from the "storage room" holding a very long log, using tattered animal skin in the "master bedroom" simply wrapped, made into a tree torch. Then rushed to the edge of the stone table, picking up the only weapon she could use to protect he

He was really intrigued with the story. "Long ago, there was a young hunter named Orion, who was beloved by the goddess Artemis," Kiara began. "One day, Orion was hunting a giant scorpion, which was sent by the goddess Hera to kill him. But Artemis intervened, and placed Orion in the sky as a constellation, so that he would be immortal and safe from harm." "That's a beautiful story!" Casey said, his eyes still fixed on the stars. He didn't know his mother was good at telling stories.

A bear of a dog is licking my face – or rather, the blood dripping out of the open wounds in my face – while something close is making a hissing sound like a pit of snakes. I drag my ass through the muddy bank and scream. Another dog turns to snarl at me and then a third, till my brain registers that all three heads are attached to the same giant, thickly-muscled neck. {Kerberos}. Greek mythology from high school floods over me and I whimper. {The Hellhound. Sibling to the monsters Chimaera and Hydra}.

He had a ray of hope in his eyes which lit up the dark void in me. "Did you get any clue?" I asked him out as he was keeping quiet. He nodded his head with a distant vengeance look. "The place where Moon had been hiding was discovered by our people, Goddess. He is on earth, towards the south. He was hiding in hunters clan." Hunters clan is a group of people who use weapons to hunt other animals with the help of pet wolves. They have good spiritual knowledge and had been trying to find a way to escape the purification of their souls. But they never got a chance for that as every soul would be purified as per the order of our creator.

“What do you mean that his name would have been a huge giveaway?” Ryker let go of my hand as he opened the door and held it for me. I got inside and looked up at him, waiting for his answer to my question. “In Greek mythology, Erebus or Erebos is the personification of darkness and one of the primordial deities. The pack was led by a dickhead who wants every member of his pack named after Greek gods or goddesses or at least have their name mean something in Greek.” Ryker rolled his eyes, clearly finding this to be ridiculous. “Other than that he also has every member of his pack whose surname does not start with the letter A change their surnames. And just now you told me that your friend’s

He was scared and no one dared cross him. That sounded way too familiar to me. Maybe that's why I was being hunted relentlessly. Because Jackson had the same reputation. But I kept reading and that Alpha that she fell in love with was Josiah. He was known to wipe out entire villages at will if they stood in his way. He was being hunted by the Hunters when he saw Deirdre and knew that she was his.

He was older, with a short silvering beard and streaks of grey through his dark brown hair. “You know why” he chuckled. Yeh, I know why. Zelena. “Why do you want the Triple Goddess?” I roared. The hunter just smirked at me, staying silent. I stepped closer and threw my fist into the side of his face. Growls of excitement came from round me. “Answer me!” I growled. The hunter spat blood from his mouth and looked back at me with a grin. I lowered my head and growled a warning, if he isn’t going to answer he isn’t going to live.

*** Abraham Van Helsing, the Dutch vampire hunter, had once had an apprentice whom he admired and held in high regard, long before he even considered the holy order as a potential calling. Helsing betrayed his apprentice and thought he had disposed of him. However, the tales surrounding this event were shrouded in insufficient recounting and relied solely on rumors. Higgins, renowned for his extraordinary ability to communicate with the dead, was known as the Necromancer Hunter. His expertise lay in influencing the living through the use of the deceased as conduits. His discarded body had washed up on the shores of a massive island housing several packs of werewolves, one of which belonged t

“I hurt all over.” Jackson snorted, and the tension in the room snapped. Archer raised a sleek eyebrow, her pearlescent skin glowing softly even under the stark lights. “There’s another hunter in the area? That none of us knew about?” “Not a hunter, not exactly,” I said quickly, eager to brush past the topic of Cyrus and move on. “He’s – eager to learn.” “Like Sie?” Mera asked, rocking back on her heels and almost crashing into one of Torre’s glass cases. Torre’s head snapped towards her, her expression sour.

"Are you sure about that, leader Matilda? The hunter is tricky. She always changes her appearance, therefore, it's a bit hard to find her. I also heard from her victims that she use something to hide her real scent." Kasper looks at his mom and she just nods. Kasper's mother gave him a look to just follow her command. "My son is not the leader of the alpha pack for nothing. He just needs to observe the hunter and find out who's her informant because I guess that there is a spy here in our village... Don't let your guard down, my son. And if you found an opportunity, kill the hunter!" "Yes, mother," Kasper said and bow to her. "I will accompany the alpha leader." Every one of them look at Fli