Heroes Hunters Novels & Stories

“Are you a vampire, too?” I snorted, though my lips curled in disgust. “No, I’m not. I’m a hunter, Ver. I hunt supernatural creatures, monsters, anything that goes bump in the night, to keep humans safe.” “Monsters like me, you mean,” she whispered, fixing her eyes on the muddy ground.

Perhaps that’s one of the reasons they could not fight back because of the wolfsbane. I suddenly recognize some of their faces. They were the same people who attacked us during my birthday. They were called the “Hunters”. Hunters kill mercilessly using crossbows and swords. That’s what they do, especially for those in supernatural being all throughout Green Hills. “What should we do?” Kevin asked. “I don’t know. Where’s Porter?” I immediately asked when I haven’t noticed him beside us. His scent was still in the house. I looked back at the hole and found out Porter was on the ceiling secretly crawling.

on my light pink gown. Who cared anyway, Well, a lot of people care about it, but I didn't, I was too awesome for that. The forest came into clear, to revealed a small circle patch without trees looming over it, stood a house. Wooden, light brown, matching the color of dry ground below it, it stood tall but barely there. I inhaled, gathered all my courage and stepped closer to the house, my guards long gone. They didn't know the way to the small shabby house of the warrior. A house where i would knock at soon. I raised my hand to knock on the cracked old wooden door. "Who are you looking for?" A deep rough voice startled me. I almost jumped three feet in the air. I turned slowly to

My stomach dropped. "What?" He nodded. "I hired investigators to find you after you dared to run from me that morning. It took them a week to find you." Something was slamming hard against my rib cage in a really violent way. I knew what it was. My heart. "I found out who you were—Matteo Leone, a twenty three year old bisexual man, living in your father's house like a prisoner." He leaned forward slightly. "I learned everything about you—your urm... useless family, and your situation within hours of funding you."

“Hunters.” Then everything explodes into chaos.

"I told you that I would help you and I intend on doing so. Having the hunters dead is going to be beneficial to all our business. We just can't do anything rash that would get the attention of the council. I have a few members in my pocket, but they will not reveal themselves to save any of us." "Fine but I want them all dead", the other man said. "Don't worry Beherit, what is a hunters' greatest weakness?" "Their mates, of course." "That's right Beh their mates, so we make a plan and either capture or kill as many of the females as possible." "Rainns mate needs to die, I want him to suffer the way I suffered." "Fine, but we need a solid plan first. We will meet in a few days and come up wi

I felt I needed to learn more about communicating with ghosts and all that, so I decided to watch some of what Trisha had called the pros. I’d noticed that YouTube ghost hunters talked a lot about one Brandon Price, leader of a team called Haunters, like he was the grandfather of paranormal investigation, even over the Warrens and Hans Holzer. A quick search taught me that even though Haunters hadn’t been among the pioneers of that particular TV niche, they already had nine seasons and counting. And they were considered the best of the best.

And if I could read his reaction, he knew all about these hunters than he let on, or it must be written somewhere in Lycans and Werewolves’ books. “So the legend is true.” “The legendary werewolf hunter’s dead, Califf,” Zarah cut in. “This is a new group of hunters. Probably copycats or someone reestablishes the old guild. If I study based on what they do, they are highly trained mercenaries who probably had military backgrounds. They are humans who know your kind and hold grudges against you.” “There’s this new sheriff who knows about us,” I told Zarah. “When he came, an attack happened. Could he be one of them, trying to blend in so he could tell his leader about us?”

...Hunter POV... I had been in a meeting with the leader of the Black Dragons for well over a few hours now. I had come here in good faith as I propositioned them with a merger of sorts. However, they didn't seem to take too kindly to my terms. I had proposed that they work for me instead, with an 80% profit share. They seemed to be under the impression that they deserved more than a 20% take considering they were the ones doing the work. However, what they failed to realize was that I was being more than generous. Whether they took the deal or not, I didn't care. I was being generous by granting them a 20% take in the business. But if they refused my deal, then they would discover the rath

We shuffled across the courtyard as a group, some other Hunters were around and said hello and gave their condolences; word got around fast after all. Unsure which building to find her in, we poked our heads in several before we found her. She was standing in the center of the arena, her ball and chain high above her head making deadly circles. Her opponent was crouched on the other side, and I recognized him instantly. Brendan was one of the few spear wielders, and the only one at our base. A perfect match against her ball and chain, we watched the spar unfold. It was a delicate, graceful dance. Brendan dodging and using his spear to entangle the chain on it, Cassi wrapping and re-wrapping