Hunted Supernatural Novels & Stories

Enzo explained and Callum snapped his eyes in horror. "Otherwise they would have harmed Stephen". He said in a terrified tone. "They wouldn’t have actually. Since Stephen is hybrid. It's a bit different with him. The pack would have stood by him. Ace and Zol are vampires. They can only punish a vampire. Are you getting my point"? This time Max spoke.

Uncle gary said in sad mood I wiped my face and stopped crying to understand what my uncle was saying. " Uncle, this is not funny. Werewolves don't exist. So how will they kill my father and even if they exist. What business does my father and werewolves have in common”. “ You are from the generation of Hunter's." I looked at him astonished. A lot was going through my mind “ This is the first time I am hearing of Hunter and now you are telling me I am from the generation of Hunter's. Please can you elaborate?” Still confused about what he is saying because my dad has never discussed this with me before he died.

Luna revealed that a group of supernatural hunters had been targeting not only rogue werewolves but all supernatural creatures. These hunters were equipped with advanced technology and possessed knowledge of their vulnerabilities. Deeply concerned for the safety of their pack and the broader supernatural community, Maya and Jake convened a meeting to discuss the threat. They realized that it was no longer just about their survival but also about protecting their entire kind. Maya proposed an alliance with other supernatural beings—vampires, witches, and other shapeshifters—to unite against the common enemy. With the support and agreement of their pack, they reached out to neighbouring factio

"Only a hybrid can wipe out scent marks like these. And only a hybrid can defeat a full-blooded Alpha in his own house without a peep being let out." I clenched my hands. The image of Elinda's foster father, the soft-spoken man who once offered me tea and inquired if I truly loved his daughter, flashed in front of me. He did not deserve this. Not like this. Killian's voice dropped lower. "Hybrids don't kill randomly. They stalk. They watch. And then they hunt their prey down. You understand what this implies, Alexis." "I do." I gazed at the shattered walls that hemmed me in, and something shifted within.

he snarled, lifting me by my shirt as his fangs sank deep into my chest. I hit the ground hard, gasping and crying. When I lifted my head, he had Ronan. My brother's tear-streaked face reached for me, his cries piercing through the haze. "Silas!” "Run, little boy,” the man whispered, his voice like acid in my ear. "Run. Because when I find you again, we hunt." And then he was gone, dragging Ronan with him. I was left alone, my parents’ lifeless bodies the last thing I saw before the world went black.

I’ve officially lost my mind. I was born and raised to be a Hunter, to kill the supernatural beings that endanger the lives of humans. I was trained to kill vampires, not fuck them. Yet here I am in an alley, literally balls deep in Daniela. I shouldn’t be doing this. I really shouldn’t be enjoying it this much either.

The beta said, neatly placing the daggers and blades on the table. "Hunters….." Evelyn muttered, the word rolling out of her tongue leaving a bitter taste. "Who's hunters?" Rain asked before flopping down on one of the chairs. "Hunters are humans or sometimes other supernatural beings like us, " Scarlett started, "Humans were the first ones known as hunters. They used to hunt us and other supernatural beings like us because they were afraid of our power but that changed long ago. Now, hunters include humans, vampires, and even werewolves. They're a group of people who kill and attack people when they are offered money for the job." Scarlett heaved a sigh. "Hunter attacks are surprising which

I said as much to my mate. “No,” he explained. “Hunters are human, but they have certain supernatural abilities. They are born with the instinct to kill everything non-human. They don’t live in the grey. They refuse to accept that there are good and evil supernaturals - they simply kill everything that isn’t pure human.”

Among the minions in the Hunt, they’d have creations designed to hunt down anyone or anything at the command of their masters and mistresses. Alrick struggled to catch his breath. His heart raced. He could taste his fear. Suddenly, a Shining One pointed to one of the Magic users. Then the Hunt collectively pounced on all the ritualists. They tore into them. Tearing them apart. Blood and gore were everywhere. Gods, it’s a slaughter. The shock from the sheer panic Alrick felt knocked him back. He fell back. The last thing he saw was a Fae monster running towards him before everything went black for him.

The stories about hunters had been circling around werewolf tribes for long, as the history of supernatural beings was shaped partly because of them. There were two kinds of hunters—the ordinary one, humans who just liked to hunt wild animals; and the ones who hunted the supernaturals. The latter was what we always feared of, although many werewolves just fended it off because there had not been many cases about our kinds dying because of them.