Hunter Bad Batch Novels & Stories

I snorted. Khalid held both hands up in surrender. “I know when I am beaten. And as a hunter, I would be on board with the males unable to reproduce. As you said, the hybrid offspring have a high chance of vampire inclinations and when turned became more powerful than your average fledgling vampire.”

Her head felt thick and heavy and she needed coffee or juice " THERE'S A HUNT! THERE'S A HUNT!" Rudina's Father shouted from downstairs. The Orange Juice was going to have to wait. The Hunters also known as The Mortal Pack discussed the threat and their plan and stood ready. They would wait for The Alphas to send signal to meet up with The Bardulf.

“In just a few seconds, we will release the Bishnar, the demon bats. Remember, students, if you get poisoned by the bats, you are eliminated. On behalf of the hunter’s association head, we wish you all the best of luck.” After the host finished talking, I heard a loud, alarming buzz as tiny windows appeared on the wall and released a swarm of demon bats.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

I scanned the trees in front of us and my eyes fell into the grass with rash movements, just near a chir pine tree. “Quinn, East!” I shouted as I felt something from the east running in our direction. Quinn nodded and immediately positioned her bow to release the arrow with poison. With a bolt, Quinn calmly let go of the arrow when a big brown werewolf appeared. This is our first time to see a brown-haired werewolf, most of the hunts we’ve been to have black or grey fur. “Brown?” Rendall asked as we saw the arrow hit its leg and growl in pain.

HUNTER I slam my fist hard against the bathroom wall, feeling the cold water pour down my body as I close my eyes. Yesterday was a fucking disaster. Her father was one thing though. His aura was strong, like a beta, which is impossible because apparently, he’s an omega. And omegas aren’t supposed to hold that strong of an aura, right? He can’t be a beta by blood, yet there’s no denying the authority oozing off him. Come to think of it, I heard of a rumor about a beta who stepped down from his rank twenty years ago. No one knew the real reason why, but I had heard some people say he left his duty to be with his mate.

Their voices were like bugs in my head that I could not even think straight as I tried looking straight into their eyes. I get it. I am used to playing first every time we start this game, for I am the wildest boy hunter way back when I am still thinking nothing but to forget Steffano. I even have a VIP card in this club for I always come here every night to get myself wasted just to forget every problem I have. “No. This time, I’ll pass,” I uttered as I looked at them as if I were the most innocent being in the group. “Seriously, Phoria? My goodness! The Great Euphoria Hudgens said no this time!” exclaimed by Eleanor as she gestured her glass of whisky in the air.

Thana stated, backing me up. “Let’s get started.” My team paired off into groups of two, leaving me to spare with Thana, my second in command. We practiced with our blades and blocking oncoming attacks. Although guns now existed, immortal creatures had no interest in them, mostly because they did little damage to immortals, it was the equivalent of shooting a person with a BB gun. Not effective at all, that is aside from the special handguns the order gave out with blessed bullets, those could kill a vampire instantly, but they were hard to get and were only given to the generals.

Thank goodness that didn't get to my skin! Hmm! Beta Bachrill was a peace loving guy, cool, mature and responsible. I later heard that he was bitten by a zombie in the Grey Moon Pack when he was in his human form. An approved plan by their alpha, Alpha Grey. Hence, the reason for his strange behavior. And now, no solution for him for he'll always remain a zombie until the Alpha says otherwise.

They packed us like sardines into a vehicle. We ended up here as human chattels to be auctioned. “We have three lots today.” Madam Cumberbatch’s stout fingers parted the frame of wispy bangs of her dirty blonde hair from her brown eyes. She pointed to auction block A. “Lot one will have witch hybrids.” She gestured to the second. “Lot two are vampire hybrids and lot three are werewolf hybrids.” Three dozen captured rogues were shackled. I was at the front of the last line with thick, silver handcuffs burning my wrists and ankles. Hot and cold chills ran over my body. My heart raced, and my palms sweated when the detriment of my demise clicked in.