Hunter From Ever After High Novels & Stories

Shaking my head and finding irony in the siblings. I located the vampires on Holly's side quickly but was surprised when I found someone I didn't expect there, Minna. She looked at me and smiled sadly while stretching out her arms and so stupid as I am, I went there without thinkg and got attacked. One of the hunters had a sword and stabbed me in the stomach and I confused looked up at Minna just to se her disappear down into the earth like she was made out of it.

One day he decided to walk into the woods and no one has ever seen him since. My name is Lucas Harrison. I am considered the best tracker and hunter in the town. Not only animals but also Paranormal beings. All-day and all night, people in our town searched, lighting the way with flashlights and lanterns. Searching with dogs and carrying shotguns. It all seemed like a horror movie waiting to happen.

She couldn't tell them what had really happened. ' Oh guys guess what Hunter is a Werewolf and we were supposed to be together forever but Artair ruined it!' That would NOT work at all. Maybe she should just go with the rumours, it would just be alot easier. " Well I don't know about you but that looks a little over to me hon." Tammy chimed in as she spotted something. They all looked to where Tammy was looking. Hunter climbed on his bike and handed his Helmut to STACY!WHAT! She got on the bike behind Hunter and smiled before he roared away without even a glance.

I kick it as far as I can. No wonder Uncle John could handle these two incompetent fools even if they took him by surprise. My claws slide out, I step closer to the gurgling Brownan and tear his throat out. Turning round I see Hunter's big scared eyes. He knows there is no hope for him. He doesn't put up a fight and seconds later his body lies lifeless on the forest floor. Quickly I wipe my dagger on his clothes and leave the scene. The journey back to campus goes without any delay.

He was eating this story up. “Well, turns out it was a werewolf named Kevin Sung. He liked eating fresh heart meat. Instead of hunting deer or elk or some other wildlife, he realized it was easier to hunt humans. He liked overweight, male hearts and figured rest stops were the fastest way to get them. Authorities figured out it was a werewolf, so they hired me.”

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

Hello faithful readers. How do you do? I have been incognito for a while due to some hardware issues with my computer but I have found a way around that thanks to God. I am sorry for letting you all down and hope that wouldn't happen again. Now that I have that out of the way, there is an announcement to make. I am here to inform you that Book 1 of Hunters: The Prequel - Hunter Hunted - is over. And Book 2 begins today!

“If we won’t hunt them down, they will.” ---What if- *crackling fire* ---I guess they were nothing but monsters in the end. Before I could even notice, he was already near me, ready to pierce my neck, but I was able to dodge and jump back in pure instinct. Damn, he is fast. “How many souls did you manage to lead home today?” It was cold and yet, at the same time, heated by anger. He lowered his gaze as he lifted his left hand. There I saw some specks of blood on his claws.

Hunter 47: Disastrous Event “How dare a human like you ruin a special banquet like this?!” The former Alpha boomed, his voice filled with rage. He was trying to intimidate me with his formidable aura, but his efforts were in vain. Suddenly, I felt Hades’ presence beside me, his protective aura a comforting shield against the former Alpha’s wrath. His eyes had turned an intense amber, his growl a low rumble that echoed through the hall, a clear warning to the former Alpha.

But I was still overwhelmed by the presence that was Rig Landon. The Hunter. He was notorious on campus. I’d been warned about him during rush week of freshman year, when my dormmates very quickly gathered that I lacked experience with guys… or anything even vaguely resembling a normal life, for that matter. “He’ll sniff you out like a good wine,” they said, laughing and nudging each other. “Like, seriously, watch your back. The guy is like a drug. If he comes for you, you’re toast.” “And so’s your virginity.”