Heroes Hunters Novels & Stories

Hetha looked the most human out of all of our squad, with her curly red hair and freckles, her ears were easy to hide, and the hourglass frame and green eyes could be traits of any mortal around. “You and I both know that hiding our wings is second nature, we only show them when we need them.” She paused, “I am sorry that we didn’t run it by you first.” She added, sensing my anger.” “While the Berserkers are trying to get information from the target, we will use this downtime to train.” Hestia groaned, “Oh, come on, can’t we have fun for once? All we ever do is train and missions.” “And because of that, we have never been unsuccessful in a mission.” I pointed out.

Jo muttered in disbelief, to which Servant quickly agreed. “He’s facing death. One shot in the chest.” The waiter pointed to the bullet hole in his body, right in the chest, in his expensive-looking gray shirt. What is Heros doing in Fiend? Could it be that he escaped here for being a fugitive for the tragedy at King’s Door? But why did he go to the city like this? “You know who killed them? What were their characteristics like?” asked Jo again. Heros shook his head and winced at the pain. “I don’t know … people dressed in black. Someone escaped. I didn’t really pay much attention. We Archturians are not used to dealing with human life unless it has something to do with our enemy.”

Oh, Moon Goddess, how could you be so cruel to have this happen? I hated Drake with every fiber of my being. It boiled in me, festering, an open wound and it hurt. It hurt more than love could ever hurt. *** HUNTER I took a group of five warriors of Damien’s pack with me to search the whole damn forest. I swore I would turn this place on its head to find her. There were no other packs in the vicinity and we were miles away from Drake’s. Kane and Joffrey each had their own group of warriors and Alpha Damien also joined with his own group.

Complained Nadine. "I could be able to help you with that. When you spot your first lycanthrope, I need you to get some drops of blood from it. I'll use that to prepare a charm that will warn you when lycanthropes are nearby. But to get your first lycanthrope, you have to trust your instincts." Madam Yvonne said. "Most hunters die from fights with lycanthropes. We have to counter that. You'll need a gun with silver bullets, a silver sword, a huge vial of mercury and silver armor." Madam Yvonne checked the items off on her fingers.

Aurora. I tightened my grip on Gunner’s side, digging my fingernails into his flesh. Gunner stared at Doyle, and Doyle stared back at Gunner. I looked around us, we were still surrounded. At a quick glance I counted nine, ten including the Alpha. Should be easy to take them. I've taken down more than this on my own before. But Gunner doesn’t seem like the type to get scared at just anyone. He called these ones mercenaries. I've never heard of Werewolf mercenaries. I wonder if the hunters knew about them. Probably not, or else they would have extinguished them by now. Human mercenaries earn their reputation, similar to that of a hunter clan. I can only assume that wolf mercenaries work the sa

I blurted. “Get them out or you're dead,” he threatened. “Careful,” I said softly. “Don’t try it.” My men stepped off their bikes, cracking their knuckles, their eyes changing colors. “We are not easily cowed, Xavier!” Henrique shouted, unzipping his jacket. His chest puffed out under the grey shirt. “We are wolves too, in case you've forgotten. I am an Alpha too of this pack, just like you.” “I know that,” I said. I could feel my nails growing longer and sharper, becoming thick daggers. “But there are levels to this game, Henrique.”

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

Weapons with silver dust prevent the cell regeneration of us werewolves. “What happened, Hunter? Domition told me everything—-that you all went to the borders of the Black Haw to rescue the people who are still loyal to you. I know that what’s happening in the Black Haw Pack is getting worse but that is dangerous! I can’t believe Troy agreed with this!” I hissed at him, not wanting to be upset but it was too impossible for me to suppress that feeling when I almost died of worry. He looked so apologetic though which I thought was enough to forgive him.

I ask, deep in thought. We hear an audible groan in the background, and if could picture Hunter now, he was probably palming his face at the moment in annoyance. "You're getting off topic." Hunter practically grits through his teeth. "I don't care if your assassin is a girl, guy, trans, non-conforming, personal, eunuch, intersex, or a bloody tree for that matter." He begins, pure annoyance radiating from his tone. "We'll we can rule out the Huntress being a tree. It wouldn't..." I begin, however, Hunter cuts me off.

Like he punched a hole in a roll of paper. “They’re down there,” he hisses. I crouch and peek through the window to where he’s pointing. Three Silver Hunters walk through the courtyard. The Hunters are clad in black armor, their heads covered with hoods. Their mouths are hidden behind masks, and their eyes are hidden behind dark visors. Their boots crunch on the grass, and their voices are low but contain a sense of urgency. “Can you hear what they’re saying?” I whisper. Alec growls low in his throat. “They’re talking about how well this has worked out. That the… invitation was a great idea.”