Heroes Hunters Novels & Stories

INTRODUCTION My name is Kacela. I am twenty-one years old, and I am a werewolf hunter. And I have a secret. I am a werewolf. I was raised in a family of werewolf hunters. My father, mother and older brother are all werewolf hunters, and I made my first kill when I was twelve years old. I am trained in weaponry and hand to hand combat as well as other skills that I use in the field, like tracking. I’m also exceptionally good at finding werewolves who don’t want to be found using a variety of techniques, but mostly common sense and computer skills. It’s a family business and it keeps us well employed and financially stable. We move around a lot because of it.

"He's carrying royal blood, and he's weak. You grab a pregnant royal Omega, you don't just get a hostage—you get total leverage over the crown. You can blackmail King Madina for half a sector, or sell the kid to the highest bidder on the dark web. It's a goldmine. Half the bounty hunters between here and the core are scrubbing these docks right now, looking for anyone hiding a fresh scent patch." Cold sweat broke out across the back of my neck. Four hundred thousand credits. Criminal syndicates. Bounty hunters. I wasn't just hiding from my father's royal guards anymore. Every cutthroat, mercenary, and syndicate runner on this planet was actively looking for an Omega hiding behind a patch. If

A male voice, that I didn’t know, asked. Looking up, I saw a male player, standing a few feet away. His character was a vampire, but he was wearing the armor of a Hunter. Hunters in this game were players that found pleasure in attacking other players for their gold pieces and items. Granted, only common items could be looted.

I explained. “What kind of dangers?” he questioned. “Rogues and hunters. Rogues are werewolves that went insane. They’ve lost all of their humanity and gained bloodlust for other wolves. While hunters are humans that know of our existence and seek to wipe us away from the face of the earth entirely” I sighed looking down. “Which is worst?” he asked. “Hunters. They can hide in plain sight and cause more pain” I murmured and stopped walking. “Bunnie, are you okay? I’m sorry if I did or said something wrong” he spoke looking at me with worry.

The whispers among the wolves grew louder, tales of disappearances and strange occurrences reaching Amelia's ears. One evening, as the pack gathered around the campfire, a wounded wolf stumbled into their midst. The wolf's fur was matted with blood, and fear flickered in its eyes. Amelia rushed to its side, her heart pounding. "What happened? Who did this to you?" she demanded. The wounded wolf gasped for breath, struggling to speak. "The Hunters... They're coming. They seek to eradicate all werewolves... It's a trap." Amelia's blood ran cold. The Hunters. The ancient order of humans who despised and hunted werewolves. They were relentless, driven by their conviction to eliminate what they s

He sends the last body hurling toward another group as they charge toward him, scattering them in different directions. Hector, with the fury of the storm and the swiftness of a thunderclap, slit the throats of every rogue as he progresses forward with carefully deliberated steps. Blood spills form crimson arcs in the air, like raindrops in the wilderness, a view of satisfaction and pain. He goes for the throat of a rogue after knocking down the sword from his grip and strangling him in a minute, thanks to his lupine strength. Hunter is dangerous, but weak, owing to the endless search for the artefact, his lack of sufficient food and water, his pupils twinkling, alternating between two colou

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

she asked. Karen had so many questions, and I didn't know how to answer her. I wished I had the answers, especially now, but I didn't, and it kind of made me feel bad. I knew I had to explain things to her a bit. "The Hunter family are supernatural hunters. They are human beings with special abilities to locate and identify people like me. They also can match our skills and kill us. They are the most dreaded bloodline of all the supernatural hunters. It was all fair initially. The Hunters made sure everyone followed the rules, and no one cheated anyone. We saw them more like judges, juries and executioners. Whenever there were issues, the Hunters would solve them. They could tell when we wer

"Meanwhile, Hunters are those people who battle monsters, their major jobs are to fight and kill beasts, and most times they move on their own. Only a few Hunters have a group and unlike the Adventurers, they most times protect people from beasts" "Just so you know, Adventurers are explorers who discovers new things, and Hunters are fighters who protect the people from beasts, it's that simple" "So for this exams, you all are going to play the role of the profession you want to become" "For the Adventurers, your job is to find valuable items or things that may look new to you, in other words, we have placed artifacts for you to find in a limited amount of time. Oh and by the way, some items

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.