Halo: Headhunters Mga Nobela at Kwento

The vampire that killed Ethan blurted out but his calm expression was broken into one of fear. “You are the vampire that hunts vampires!” This realization forced him to immediately try and retreat but that was not possible because the only thing that left that position was his body, not his head. The difference in their ability was that vast as he had been decapitated before he even realized that he was without a head. “Vampire hunter? That’s vulgar. Please, call me Liam,” The man said to the head in his hand.

I was still met with silence. “Jericho, trust me… I know how this sounds. I really do. A Hunter and a Vampire, I know… But I'm all in, I'm invested in this now. I need to save him. If I can find out who ordered the hit, I could try and convince them to withdraw it. If I can’t, then the contract will be reassigned and it will be war. I will kill anyone who tries to come for him.” I said.

“The Lycan throne is blessed with a fated Luna. We are invincible.” Hale’s face became chalk-white as he turned and ran for his life. But he didn’t make it three steps. I caught him mid-step, claws sinking into his shoulders as I wrenched him back. With one brutal motion, I twisted his neck, tearing his head off. Blood sprayed across the ground as his body collapsed in a lifeless heap. I hurled the severed head aside like trash and turned slowly, my voice echoing like thunder. “Who’s next to die?”

[Only the top ten players have ever killed that boss. How is a monster holding that item?] The man's face went pale as ice crept over him. "No way!" He reacted fast and activated another item to halt the spread. But a second later, I pulled out something new. [Direwolf Talon, Crimson Rose Cross, Judgment's End, Witchseer Eye… These are all SSS-rank items!] The chat erupted in shock. One item after another flew from my hands, as if they were worthless.

I recognized a few of them as big mafia family heads and I could only guess Halo was in the middle of a meeting with the members of La Oscuridad. Each family head had one person standing next to them. Some were their underboss while others weren't. But that wasn't my concern as I wanted to know why Halo would ask me to come when they were all here. “Luca,” Halo said, standing from his seat at the head of the table. His sharp eyes studied me but there was a slight smile on his lips. “I wasn't sure you would come.” “You don't order me around but there are things we need to discuss.” I said coldly, my voice low.

The rendezvous point was exactly where Helios had marked it. An abandoned metro maintenance yard buried beneath layers of snow and rusting steel, hidden between the skeletons of two collapsed skyscrapers. One by one, armored hunters emerged from the darkness. Eight. Then twelve. Finally sixteen. Every one of them wore Zelios insignia beneath heavy winter cloaks, silver weapons glinting beneath portable floodlamps. Jonas counted them automatically. "That's it?" "The Commander couldn't spare more," Captain Mira answered, removing her hood. "We were told this is an extraction."

“I’ll give you guys a pint of beer after the hunt!” Some of the people in our tribe cheered, some waved goodbye and some are screaming our names. “Bring home the heads of the sly bastards,” Polo said as he bids Rendall a goodbye. “We will,” I interrupted them and gently tapped Rendall’s shoulder. “The necklace, Raffi.” I nodded as my father reminded me of the precious necklace he gave. Quinn’s mother is with other hunters so she will not be able to bid her mother goodbye. The three of us waved to everyone who is expecting us to bring home the victory, which we definitely will.