Hunter Exam Arc Novels & Stories

he said, and I looked at him, surprised. "Yep, I tested her, and she passed. She is John Hunter's daughter, alright. Her brain is like her father's brain. Her memory is unbeatable." He confirmed. "How?" I asked. "She read and summarised six hunter's grimoires in two days. She can tell you everything about eliminating werewolves, vampires, and witches. Her assimilation skill is very high. Are you sure you want me to train her because once that dam is opened, there will be no shutting it?" He said, and I stared at him, thinking, how could a human being read and summarise six grimoires in two days? I was proud of Karen.

Very gruesome but at least we’re allowed to shift. An Arcapy is a beast that dwells in caves just outside of our campus. It looks like a combination of different animals, with sharp claws and scales covering its body. It has horns, fangs, and a menacing, wild look. We have to hunt it, kill it and then bring back it’s head. It would be simple enough if they weren’t so fierce about protecting their territory. I’m excited for the hunt and I can’t wait to see how my little lucky charm handles this one.

He furrowed his brows and mumbled, "But I’m sure King Cobra isn’t there. What does he mean?" Caelus was quiet for a moment before suddenly remembering something. He slammed his hand on the car door. "I remember now! The Agency's Arctic Hawk is a legendary makeup artist, and her skills are godlike. Anyone she disguises can look like a completely different person." Horace stroked his chin. "Now that you mention it, I remember we requested Arctic Hawk’s help once. She disguised Xander so that he could return to the country from overseas." "Exactly! King Cobra is one of the Agency’s Four Kings. Arctic Hawk would definitely help him, and I heard she’s in Rielton right now," Caelus said excitedly.

They’ll want to check the wreckage to confirm I’m not inside. Keeping low to the ground, I hurried away from the crash as the hunters pulled up, hooting and hollering like the demented Americans they are. Now I don’t mean to say all Americans are demented. But the American hunters are an uncouth sort that takes a weird joy in killing, things being on fire, and vehicles getting into accidents. Whatever the case, their joyful hoots and hollers that I might be dead and arguments about who gets to take credit gave me time to get away. I hurried to the nearest neighborhood to search for a car to take.

Then she increased her size greatly, went up to the largest data structure, and opened it up like a treasure chest. She looked through all of its contents and pored through them like the library was going out of business. One in particular caught her eye, so she pulled it out and projected it up into the digital sky above her. There, the schematics and 3-dimensional blueprints for a mecha chassis and its core filled her vision. The core was an A-ranked Hrothgar Tyr “ARC-5” Alpha Response Core, Model 5. It was far superior to anything she had piloted herself. Then again, all she had ever experienced were the D-ranked Federal Shipyards basic cores.

With every millisecond that went by, that noose tightened. "I'm saying, I lost them and I can't find the car anywhere. I've got software running her number plate. As soon as a camera picks it up, I'll get pinged but it's been fifteen minutes Ace. He's either reached his destination or he switched cars," Jericho informed, his voice softening.

Arc Arc raised an eyebrow, skeptical about his supposed transformation, but he couldn't ignore the look of wonder in Penelope's eyes. Her gaze sparkled with excitement, and her smile was infectious. Penelope checked her phone, her eyes scanning the screen before she looked up at Arc. "Sarah's already here. Let's go," she said, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. They stepped outside into the bright sunlight, and Arc's eyes landed on Sarah's beaten, red car parked by the curb. The vibrant color seemed to match Sarah's lively personality, and Arc couldn't help but smile.