Hunted Supernatural Mga Nobela at Kwento

I grumbled. “Look, we can’t dance around this. We need to find this thing and either run it out of town, or kill it. I’d prefer to capture it so we can figure out what it is and how it might be affecting humans. So tonight, we hunt.” Jack groaned, but Mack smiled and rubbed his hands together. “Yes.” Charlie just watched me. “Where?” I tried to act casual. “It’s been sighted in the woods around the library several times. Let’s start there and see where the night leads us.”

Because of fear their ridiculous things would reveal the secrets of the whole community, they were also to be watched by the Magic Council. One other side was to be inhabited by witches, wizards, vampires, werewolves, and hybrids of all kinds of all races. Races were compatible, who tended to congregate in one area of course. No one had the spare time to deal with hordes of supernatural beings that were always ready to make trouble and capable of inflicting terrible damage if fought.

“If we won’t hunt them down, they will.” ---What if- *crackling fire* ---I guess they were nothing but monsters in the end. Before I could even notice, he was already near me, ready to pierce my neck, but I was able to dodge and jump back in pure instinct. Damn, he is fast. “How many souls did you manage to lead home today?” It was cold and yet, at the same time, heated by anger. He lowered his gaze as he lifted his left hand. There I saw some specks of blood on his claws.

A furious wind swiftly approached the young Supreme, yet Mane's steps remained steady and firm. He could feel the torturous power of a High Class Vampire and the destructive force of one of the successors of Shiva. The two energies were distinct yet united; opposite yet similar. Mane couldn't explain it, but it was almost like the blood energy of Alucard and the destructive husk of Tucker had come to a tacit understanding; and now they were seeking his head.

I moved away and decided to go through the files I'd taken. I saw lists of supernatural species to be hunted. He could never get enough of the game like he'd called it. Hunting our kind, hunting every kind of supernatural beings brought him pleasure. They were all pawns in his sick games. I hoped and prayed he had the answers I'd seek.

"An assassination attempt?...It would not be the first time. With our numbers dwindling, there are more than a few who want Lycans wiped from existence for good." "Now, with so many eyes on the silver tower due to the fire, if nothing else, they achieved one thing. We will have to be more cautious when hunting down rogue supernaturals in the city, or risk exposing ourselves to humans." Cedric murmurs quietly. The true appearance of the silver tower is only visible to the supernatural. To humans, it is just a regular mansion owned by my corporation in the desolate parts of Everdale. But the fire had started too close to the tower and now more and more humans were paying attention to these par

They stopped before me, the engines coming off one after the other. Henrique Crimson Sparrow took off his helmet, his short strawberry blonde visible under the full moon's light. He had a scar running down his chin. He smiled, stepping off his bike. “You nuts have a death wish, Xavier? Coming here alone?” I smiled back, a cold smile devoid of any humor. “Who says I’m alone?” Henrique Crimson Sparrow looked confused, and looked around the space. Henrique followed my movements with his eyes. Then, the forest came to life.

I watched as the words curled into ash, then tossed the burned note and the broken glasses into the trash can beside me. "Thanks for the blessing. Psychopath." I spoke softly. The bell above the front door rang. "Mark! We got a job!" My new apprentice shouted from outside. "They pulled an unidentified body out of the Hillsbalt River! It's been in the water so long that it's falling apart! The police want you to stitch it back together!" "Charge extra! Water damage costs double!" I shouted back. Grabbing my black makeup case, I pushed through the door and strode outside.

He couldn't even stand. Just when it looked like the ragdoll was going to beat him to death, it suddenly stopped and grabbed my hand. Then it used my fingers to lift the knife he had dropped and plunged it straight into his heart. The familiar system chime echoed. [Player Franklin Hanson has been eliminated.] My balance shot up by several hundred coins. My eyes sparkled. "Bunny, you're amazing! You even let me have the kill." The chat exploded. [Weren't these two supposed to be weak monsters? I left for a minute, and now they're so strong!]

she whispered, “but you have to show me that you have control.” He was coming toward her. Stalking her. Seemingly uncaring now of the burns on his throat. “D-Damon?” He kept coming toward her. Hellen was afraid that “control” might not be part of his vocabulary anymore. ************** ***************** ******************* Footsteps thundered behind him. “Freeze, Hunt!” Freeze. The order was so familiar. So was the voice shouting it. Patrick. But Damon didn’t freeze. He kept stalking toward Hellen. She was the only thing that mattered to him.