Greek Mythological Hunter Mga Nobela at Kwento

One day he decided to walk into the woods and no one has ever seen him since. My name is Lucas Harrison. I am considered the best tracker and hunter in the town. Not only animals but also Paranormal beings. All-day and all night, people in our town searched, lighting the way with flashlights and lanterns. Searching with dogs and carrying shotguns. It all seemed like a horror movie waiting to happen.

Alexis bit her bottom lip as she struggled to restrain her tears. "I know. It pains me as well" Ray sighed in frustration as he hugged his wife. Her trembling shoulders and sniffs were a clear indication that her tear ducts had failed her. He looked up at the night sky as killing intent filled his eyes. He would make them pay for this. The ones that had separated their family. His father's clan. The Greek Pantheon! On a major world, high above the clouds was a mountain. A mighty mountain that caused all who cast their eyes upon it to feel awe and fear. That mountain was the home of the Greek gods, Mount Olympus!

She is known to the elven community as GoldMoon. Previous generations of humans understood that supernatural beings existed, and they made up their stories of gods and goddesses to explain them. The Greeks felt that the Ceryneian Hind was sacred to Artemis, the goddess of the hunt. However, it was really the elves that treated GoldMoon like she was sacred. She has lived with us for many generations.

We were also now even farther away from Makya and home. “Herne will want to meet you.” “Herne?” The name harkened to Herne the hunter, a name that was often mentioned in mythology as one of the Tuatha Dé Danann, or one of the English deities. He had taken on many forms over the years and was even associated with Cernunnos, my own horned lord. I wondered who was bold enough to take on his name and be a part of a werewolf pack no less. “Our Alpha. We will rest here tonight. We still have several days run.”

I ask unaware of her story or connection. “The goddess of the hunt. She is the goddess of the wilderness, wild animals, nature, childbirth, and chastity.” Theia rattles the list of attributes off her mental checklist. Theia begins to grin. “She turned a man into a deer for looking upon her nakedness and he was devoured by his own hunting dogs.” “That’s…. Interesting.” I say slowly. “She is often represented by a bow and arrow or a quiver.” Theia begins. “And what of a cypress tree?” I ask in a whisper.

I closed my eyes and leaned back in my chair. "Miss Snyder's pack is the RedHunter, who in addition to serving Selene, also has as her protector Artemis, the Goddess of the Hunt and the Moon. This gives them great power with the others, because their blood has dual royalty, even if they are not Lycans, their warriors can fight like Lycans, even without being trained. With Artemis' blessing, she asks her sons and daughters to be faithful and remain virgins until the day they meet their chosen or destined."

’ She felt her hairs on the back of her neck stand on end at the words, ‘Hunters’ She hissed, making her way towards the noise, moving swiftly and silently through the woods, perching high up in a large oak tree, anger pouring through her veins at the scene below her. All Immortals feared the Hunters, they were a breed of humans descended from the first ones brave enough to tackle the Werewolves. Humans who had dedicated their lives to hunting down and eliminating all Immortals, as their knowledge of the Immortal World grew, they became a race apart, training and growing stronger and more knowledgeable as the years passed.

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.

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