Greek Mythological Hunter Novels & Stories

Noya scoffed. So that’s it. Noya’s taken so much into account but has forgotten a key factor. Me. She has precautions against the supernatural, but I’m not any of those things. I’m human. I’m a hunter, and killing witches is just part of what I do. Knowing what I was about to walk into, I climbed over the edge. I slipped on my hunter talisman for added protection and took out my silver khopesh, ready to strike. She didn’t even see it coming. Even as Godric smiled, having seen me coming up behind the dumb bitch. “You forgot the hunter, bitch!” I scoffed, swinging the curved blade separating her head from her shoulders.

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.

The decision now lies in her hand, either to go back and face the consequences or stay with the person she loved. One night, the hunter came home drunk, having his way through the already in love god who couldn't resist him. Daybreak and both were surprised to see themselves naked which made Artemis infuriated and killed the hunter immediately. She couldn't hold her tears when she noticed she had killed the person she loved. Since she had the power of life and death, she gave the hunter life believing he would come back to life but he couldn't. She ran away from there intending to go back home but was too late because she had already been pregnant.

The one that will lead us all one day. “Atlanta?” Mr. Hessing asked. “Could you tell us more about, -“ Suzie stopped our teacher, making me gasp in the process. She’s so brave. “It’s Atalanta, Mr. Hessing.” I shook my head, “it’s fine.” Mr. Hessing smiled at me, “Atalanta. There is an old story about an Atalanta, a girl left to die by her father, who became a huntress and swore an oath of virginity to the Goddess Artemis.”

Which meant no hunting. Even when food was in short supply for the people. Ixion would have him killed. As the god of hunting and animal,s I understood where he came from. Knew that the forest was his sacred ground. But people were starving and the human rulers had increased taxes so much that most went hungry. Not even my food drives supplied enough to feed everyone. "Who is he?" I asked, still leaning on my elbow as I watched the crowd writhe like worms. My guard was beside me. I could feel his presence. One of Sekhmet's warriors. Highly trained. Highly annoying when I wanted to slip away into the city by myself.

The beta said, neatly placing the daggers and blades on the table. "Hunters….." Evelyn muttered, the word rolling out of her tongue leaving a bitter taste. "Who's hunters?" Rain asked before flopping down on one of the chairs. "Hunters are humans or sometimes other supernatural beings like us, " Scarlett started, "Humans were the first ones known as hunters. They used to hunt us and other supernatural beings like us because they were afraid of our power but that changed long ago. Now, hunters include humans, vampires, and even werewolves. They're a group of people who kill and attack people when they are offered money for the job." Scarlett heaved a sigh. "Hunter attacks are surprising which

The remaining five hunters scrambled backward, their faces twisted with shock. Kael straightened to his full height and let the disguise fall away, his back unbending and his limp vanishing as he stood before them as a Lycan king, thirty years old and scarred and terrifying, his golden eyes burning with a fire that made the hunters take another step back. "I am Kael, son of Kaelen," he said. "I have killed a hundred wolves in my lifetime. Do not make me add you to the count." The hunters hesitated, looking at their fallen companions and then at the man who had felled them in the space of a single breath. The tracker's smile had disappeared, replaced by fear.

Definitely Noah's son. "But, what no one knew was that there was a fourth one. One that is even above the alpha. The Greek mythology called him many names, like the bearer of death, Hades's dog..." "Was he a Lycan?" Kieth asked. "Sort of...he was more powerful than a Lycan alpha." Kieth's eyes widen, "What was he called then?" I moved a little closer and whispered, "He was called..." I moved a little closer "The Hellhound."

I take a step, focusing on getting to the pack house where my fate will be decided, when I feel someone cock a gun behind me. “Halt!” My heart flips. That voice. It isn’t the first I was expecting to hear. A thick lump gathers in my throat, and my hands raise above my head as he commanded. I close my eyes as his footsteps begin to echo behind me, making my pulse race erratically. He stands before me, and I raise my head and meet his smoky green eyes. Hunter. The son of Alpha Moon’s third Luna. The strong warrior and biker who handles the pack’s security affairs.

Then his gaze flickers to the deer, serious. “...You weren’t kidding,” he said, quieter. “That really was fast, and you returned with the biggest hunt.” I push myself up slowly, my legs folded beneath me, wincing slightly. “Beginner’s luck,” I muttered. “No.” His gold eyes meet mine, steady. “That wasn’t luck.” Before I can respond, Ophelia’s voice cuts through again. “All hunters, return what the moon has granted you.” Everybody stirred into motion. Bodies moved. Preys gathered.