Heroes Hunters Novels & Stories

"But have you actually thought of how this face-off was going to turn out? Probably not. You just want you and your expendable rogues to work for Michelle tonight." Liora turned to look at me. "Are you ready?" Heh, listen to what she was asking me. "Yes," I said. Hunters were dangerous. They had training. Had been through a couple of simulations that taught them how to fight with both werewolf in human form and a fully shifted wolf. So yeah, they knew what to expect. But when you talk about rogue wolves, you were talking about wolves who had lost their integrity and their honor. They were the human form of mercenaries. They only fought when there was a reward waiting. They were something els

Jaxon and Jace are trained, I do not need to worry about their safety, they were born for battle. Hector also, his charcoal black wolf is tearing through skin. These hunters have invaded his land, have killed members of his pack…he won’t let them leave. I continue to fight, my wolf covered in blood when I hear an almighty roar. I turn to find Hector’s wolf blocking Kaia from an assault of bullets…where they hit him scare on in the chest. His paw swings out to take down the shooter only for the hunter to dive out of the way, pulling out a silver dagger and stabbing it into Hector’s chest. Kaia kills the hunter in the blink of an eye.

Untreatable once it passed a certain stage. It described the people who used the blade. I turned back to Xavier. "They're called Shadow Hunters," I said. "They're not wolves. They're an old faction, older than most of the packs on this continent. They don't have sides. They hunt whoever they're paid to hunt, and once they mark a target, the target can't hide. The mark makes them trackable through any ward, any border." I kept my voice level. "Your scouts weren't killed by rogues. They were marked. Probably to send you a message."

And for the first time since learning he had hidden truths about her mother, Aurelia felt the dangerous pull of trusting him again but there was no time to dwell on betrayal because the Hunters had already begun moving. The lead Hunter lifted the spear. At once, the masked figures spread through the summit hall with terrifying precision. They weren’t rushing. They weren’t reckless. They moved like executioners who had done this countless times before. The elder Alpha nearest the aisle lunged first, claws bared. One Hunter drew a curved silver blade and slit his throat in a single clean motion. Blood sprayed across the polished marble. The elder collapsed. Dead before he hit the floor. The su

She knew the cleanup team would arrive soon. They exited the woods and got back into the car. Everyone was silent, until Ruth finally spoke again. “Those people you saw... they’re called the Hunters. Not the deer-and-rabbit kind. The ones who bear hatred for werewolves. They pretty much want to wipe every werewolf off the map. Good or bad, it doesn’t matter to them.” She paused and glanced at them. “Alex, you look like you just got indigestion. Are you okay?” Alexander looked up slowly, worry all over his face. “Those two back there...” he muttered.

I hollered as I shifted to hunt down the bastards. Carson quickly caught the first two and eliminated them. The stupid assholes had thought coming back together half a mile from the clearing was going to help them. We crept through the forest silently, searching for the last rogue. We scouted the forest for hours and had just picked up its scent when a frantic call echoed through the forest. We froze misstep, trying to pick it up again if it was uttered again. Moments later a low-pitched bird call followed by a rapid, stressful one. Fuck. We looked around anxiously. ‘Falcon, hunters are here. What do we do?’

As a Hunter, you always had to be on your toes. Situations like this happened often, and most of the time the leeches thought you were just a bystander and they planned to suck you dry. Unbeknownst to them, I was anything but. “I know you’re out there, you can come out now.” I said out loud, knowing that I didn’t have to yell for them to hear me. The 4 figures slowly approached me, two male and two female. They were all wearing solid black leather outfits that seemed to match each other and I wondered if they were soldiers.

Even the archives that are only kept in the royal castle do not have anything about it. Was my father playing a game with me? The only thing that I found in common was the S.Z.A initials from a very old book about the knights and heroes of the kingdom after a bloody war with the hunters fifty years ago. Hunters are humans who despise Lycans and werewolves. They were the remaining blood of the humans that used to be enemies with us.

She took a step back, breaking his hold on her. "It's all true, as you have now seen. The Red Hoods aren't the only hunters out there. There are others that aren't part of an organized group. They aren't hateful like the Hoods, rather they are there to keep the peace in case of a rogue wolf or in instances where our hands are tied in clan disagreements. They used to help prevent wars between the packs or at least keep them contained. But the Red Hoods…they are different. They are extremists." Her brow was furrowed, her eyes flashing.

"The central province. It is being attacked by the hunters. They have started the search of the prophesied one." "Dammit!" I curse. Picking up my jacket and leaving. I knew this will happen one day, but I didn't expected it to be so soon. A war was at its beginning, if not stopped right now. It will be impossible to stop it later. The search for the prophesied one has started ,and if the hunters get him before us. That day is not far when Hell will descend on earth in the name of 'The death wolf" ....... "What did the Alpha say?"