Hunted Supernatural Mga Nobela at Kwento

Hunters then used it against the supernaturals. I hated the concept of hunters with a fucking passion because they were taught that all supernaturals were a threat and needed to be eliminated. There was only one hunter family that I had ever come across that believed supernaturals, just like humans, could be good or bad depending on their own choices and actions. I actually enlisted their help over the years whenever I would come across dangerous situations that threatened humans but could not get involved. My phone ringing woke me up in the middle of the night.

What were these people up to? It was then I saw the sign tattooed at the back of one of their palms. Bounty hunters! Harold had taken time to teach me about them. A faction of humans who spent their time hunting for every kind of supernatural. They were deadly and would detect one within the radius of their operation. I am beginning to sweat now. My wolf was also feeling angry at this point which was when I noticed them bringing out an instrument. It looked like a compass but I could tell this was showing them direction.

He moved with me, keeping his arm around my waist and trailing the fingers of his other hand around my kneecap. “I’ve been around a long time,” he hummed. “And you aren’t the first hunter I’ve met. Besides,” he added, with a wry smile, “my very existence goes against the laws of nature. It would be… ill-advised of me to doubt the existence of other supernatural beings.” I made a non-committal sound in the back of my throat. He smiled. “Maybe that could be our first hunt together. The ghost of Wiley Manor.” I snorted at that. “Sounds like a terrible name for an equally terrible book.”

I have no idea. He has two training fields one for Mafia members and another for hunters. He hand-picked every hunter here. All these humans were somewhat affected by the supernatural and have grudge against them. He used that and messed their minds that supernatural beings were sinful to live so their existence should be wipeout. With a grudge, all hunters train hard to kill the supernatural. He divides them into teams according to their talents. Who are good with knives and swords were assigned to hunt Vampires cause they can be only killed by wooden knives through their hearts or by beheading them.

His fingers flew across magical communication devices, comparing data points and tracking potential hunter movements. “The hunters are collecting Supernatural energies systematically,” Aiden continued, pulling up holographic maps that showed supernatural territories like complex chess pieces. “Your blood Aria is their primary objective. They believe your unique five-aspect could be the key to their ultimate ritual.” A vision hit me suddenly. Fragments of supernatural conflict crashed through my mind like violent waves. Crystal weapons. Harvested energy swirling in dark, malevolent patterns. I gasped, gripping Zane's arm for support, my five aspects suddenly alert and defensive.

But then after a meeting with rich bastards who were big names in the film industry, I smelled a strange kind of blood. It wasn't sweet like humans were once upon a time, or intoxicating like faes. It wasn't even salty, it was totally and unnaturally inert. I had to check it out, but I wasn't sure why was it so strong. Even felt pulsating. The scene I arrived at, shocked me. Hunters had her. Bulky, evil kind of hunters. Those who you don't mess with even if you have a bad reputation among supernaturals. But I never cared about my life so why would I start at that time?

His voice sounds increasingly angry with each word . " Which part ? " I scoff . " All of it . I could never kill Diana even if someone took my soul and replaced it with a hunter's ! " He hits back with rage . Hunters are said to be humans with above average abilities , their only aim is to rid the world of supernatural species , more often than not , they tend to go for werewolves and vampires the most . They usually leave seers , witches and related species alone . His statement didn't make sense in the least.

My aunt was going to give me hell for that one if I lived long enough to get home. This hole wasn’t just some kind of sinkhole or anything like that. This was a hunter’s trap and just not any kind of hunter, but a fanatical hunter. Hunters were humans who sought to protect humans from the supernatural and fell into two groups. The guardians who hunted the crazed and murderous supernaturals. Someone like me had nothing to fear from the guardians. Like how actual witches didn’t need to worry about being burned at the stake and all that, but being tied to one was still freaking annoying.

I don’t know if I should be worried or just let it go, I try and keep myself busy and focus on my breathing like I was taught as a child when learning to control my hunger. I go to look for my phone to see if I have any updates but remember I smashed it, so I head back into my study and open my emails. The email was received an hour ago so I open it, I immediately feel the blood drain from my face Those are tracking symbols and those are only used by celestial hunters, which can only mean one thing Bree isn’t just any supernatural she is most likely the last full-blooded sup of her kind. They are hunting her for her power it seems and I need to find out who the master player is, Bree is goin

Denton said with a sleezy smirk. The would not be getting within ten feet of our girl and would pay greatly for even considering to be a part of this. Hunters were dangerous because they had weapons that could easily destroy supernaturals. They were ruthless, cruel, and vindictive. They felt that we were a blight on the world, a stain that needed to be removed. It did not matter if the supernatural was a child or an adult. They were to be eliminated. “What about payment? We all have to disappear after this because I sure as hell don’t want to be tortured by our bitch of a Luna,” Caleb, an elite warrior, said with a sneer.