Hunter Age Novels & Stories

“So, based on the information I learned, you have been establishing this foundation for 25 years?” Rachel blinked. When she straightened her head, Edmund's attention had turned to Hunter, who nodded firmly. The man seemed to be trying to forget his sadness. “That's right, it's been 25 years.” “What made you interested in saving animals? Even though at that time, I believe you were still very young.” Hunter grimaced briefly. His gaze lowered, summoning the past. “My father used to love hunting.” "Is it true?" Sky interrupted with spaghetti still hanging from her mouth. “Uncle has never told me that? Is that why your first name is Hunter?”

Hunt replied with a light chuckle. "I'm not exaggerating at all, Grandpa. It’s true you're cool. Therefore, please take better care of your health. I want you to be at Grace's wedding,” Julian whispered as he patted the backpack on his grandfather's back. "So, another twenty years?" Mister Hunt responded as if it was a small challenge. Laughing faintly, the grandson nodded. "Yes. Live until you reach hundreds. As long as you still see hope, take a breath!” "Okay. Let's see how long I can last. I will be the oldest human in the world,” Mr. Hunt said while closing his eyes. He was determined to fulfill his grandson's wish.

"I will say this only once: I will protect her with my life." As he spoke, his words seemed to resonate within the room, their simplicity underscored by an undeniable sincerity. Hunter's reputation as a hardened soldier might have painted him as an unlikely guardian in the elder’s eyes, but his promise was anything but superficial. It was a vow forged from the depths of his soul, unyielding and absolute. The elder studied Hunter intently, searching for any sign of doubt or insincerity. For a moment, the room fell silent, the weight of the exchange settling heavily between them.

’ The fridge was opened and the light was blocked by a hunched figure. "Grandpa Lancaster?" Ecca's grandpa stood in front of the refrigerator with his head shoved in the thing. Khuraan was stunned as to why that old man was sneaking past midnight. Aro Lancaster, the pioneer of demon hunter organization. He was a feared name among the supernatural realm, every single demon knew his name. Dead or alive. Undead or a soul.

This sentiment is quite understandable, as their lineage lacks werewolf genes, unlike the Valentines and the other retired families known as true-blood hunters. These true-blood hunters possess the coveted werewolf genes that set them apart. In contrast, families like The McKnights and the current hunters within the bureau fall into the category of Lesser Hunters. These Lesser Hunters were once fully human but have acquired supernatural abilities, somewhat akin to those of the true-bloods, through the use of Talismans. While they may not match the true-bloods in strength, they still manage to get the job done.

Irina We took our places on the small stage where we normally had our meals and Hunter turned to look at his people. He waited just a moment for them all to calm down and be quiet before he started. “You all know why we are here. Our Luna has asked me to mark her and you all know how long I’ve wanted to do it, but that I was scared I would lose her when she turned. It has been brought to my attention that the old wives’ tale that humans could die has been hugely exaggerated. It is possible that she could die, but it’s not such a huge possibility as I originally thought.” My usually very articulate Hunter was rambling and, for the first time today, I noticed how incredibly nervous he was. I s

He finishes with a chuckle, making me frown in pure confusion. “What?” “He likes blood. – Hunter clarifies – It’s normal, trust me. The bloodlust should settle around the age of 5-6, but since he’s not a half-breed like me, it should be even earlier.” I listen attentively to every word, leaning against his side. “Oh…”

The more he looked, the paler he got. “Do you know about the history of these creatures?” I asked him. In reply, he shook his head, turning around. “I just know your Pack dealt with a plague somewhere 90 or 80 years ago and our-my father used to tell us it wasn't a plague, but beasts. That they were nicknamed the Monica Grudgers.” Hunter began, resting his back side on the table, forgetting the body was there. He ended up sitting on one of her fingers and the sound of cracking bone made him scream.

I quickly reach up, grabbing his wrist in the process, preventing him from making contact. "About time." Hunter remarks. "I almost got a hit on you." Hunter says, feigning a laugh. "Only in your dreams. You haven't been successful with landing a hit on me yet." I remark, shrugging my shoulders; earning me a grimace and an eye roll from Hunter. "That's only because it's not right to hit your elders." Hunter remarks. I raise my brow at him. This kid. "Your what now?" "Oh right, I forgot in your old age, you may not be able to hear me properly. You should try turning up your hearing aid."

Aurora. The sound of crunching snow under heavy boots echoed through the trees, and hunters slowly began to emerge from the trees. They encircled the beast, trapping it in. Two figures stepped forward and I recognised the both of them immediately. One was an officer, I don’t know his name, but I heard them call him the General. He was a regular at my lessons. He never participated, but he came to watch all the time. The General would stand there and shout orders and yell at the men, he was one of the higher ups in the organisation. The other man was a younger and stronger looking Hank, Zee’s father from the basement. What would he be doing out here with hunters. As the two men stood side by