Hunter Hunter Killua Novels & Stories

She should've had her guard up, but she was too freaked out from reading about Garin's mom. The younger shifters had told scary stories around the campfires about a blue-eyed demon who killed unwary wolves in a very particular way. They named her The Huntress. To this day, that name sent spikes of ice down Willow's spine. The Huntress was said to kill her victims slowly, using blades instead of bullets or arrows.

“How about the human hunters?’’ I asked. “That's where the bad news will appear. We still don't have any leads about them. We don't even know if they are still inside Hallow City or if they already left the border.” He explained. So the hunters are still my target now. "Don't worry I will take care of the hunters. I will catch them with my own hands. I want to capture them alive because I need to ask something first before I kill them. I know that those hunters tried to kill my Luna. Lucas reported everything to me. It's fortunate that Kiera's brother saved her and on the other hand, my sister saved her brother from the poison.

The death paladin let go of its sword and let it stab into the sand while it spun around counterclockwise and bashed its shield at the Hunter. “Argh!” The Hunter was sent flying across the desert. He managed to flip his body and land on his first until he came to a stop. That action made his hood fall down and exposed his head. He had light green hair on the top that was tied back and he shaved the sides and back of his head. He had green eyes as well. He lifted his head to look at the death paladin. It grabbed its sword and started charging toward the Hunter. The Hunter flapped his cloak back and reached for something on his waist, a small bell.

His voice was sharp, full of hostility. Hunter chuckled, his piercing eyes glowing faintly. “I did come to kill,” he said, his tone calm, even taunting. “But I’ve changed my mind and now i want to meet my lovely mate” Luca’s anger flared at Hunter’s words. “!” he roared. “I’ll kill you before you even try!” He shifted into his wolf form, ready to attack. Hunter’s transformation began, his eyes glowing an eerie red. His chest heaved as his body heated up, fur sprouting as his back arched. The tension in the air crackled like electricity, both men teetering on the edge of battle.

I may need to say something important enough for Brian to trust me. I said, "I am h..." but suddenly fell silent. I can't tell that secret. If Brian knows I'm human, plus I know martial arts. Brian can deduce that I'm a hunter. I absolutely cannot reveal that identity. Brian wanted to get out of there, but it didn't mean he would defiantly cooperate with a hunter. I immediately corrected my words, “Okay, let's get this far. There are some things that do not need to be delved into too deeply. I hope we have good cooperation.” Having said that, I extended my hand to shake hands with Brian.

There were still 10 minutes to go until the second shot blasted and Susanna was frantically stripping for the entire collection of hunters to see. “Turn your fucking eyes away, asshole,” Logan yelled at a man 10 yards down the line who had been gawking at Susanna in the distance. The hunters quickly realized Susanna was meant for Logan. Since Logan was Kreil, it was easy to collectively decide it wasn't worth the pummel they would get if they kept looking. There may have been thousands of hunters lined up, but none dared to take a mate not fated for them. Even if someone did dare to claim someone else's mate, they would especially avoid one fated for a Kreil. It still could happen in theory,

INTRODUCTION My name is Kacela. I am twenty-one years old, and I am a werewolf hunter. And I have a secret. I am a werewolf. I was raised in a family of werewolf hunters. My father, mother and older brother are all werewolf hunters, and I made my first kill when I was twelve years old. I am trained in weaponry and hand to hand combat as well as other skills that I use in the field, like tracking. I’m also exceptionally good at finding werewolves who don’t want to be found using a variety of techniques, but mostly common sense and computer skills. It’s a family business and it keeps us well employed and financially stable. We move around a lot because of it.

No will. Only heartbreak. I see Lucian raise the gun. Cold steel gleams under the full moon. My breath catches, frozen. “For the crime of attempting to kill the Luna, you, Nara Starlit, of the Starlit pack…” His voice is flat, dead of emotion. “…are condemned to death.” The crowd watches, silent and hungry, eyes gleaming with righteous fire. No one speaks for me. No one defends me. I was never one of them. Not truly. Not golden-haired. Not chosen.

He was so close, within her grasp, but Maradona was fading, her strength draining with every breath. The woman dropped the sword, the metal clanging against the ground, and ran, her sobs lost in the chaos. A deafening howl tore through the air, and Hunter burst into the clearing, his massive wolf form a blur of rage. He leaped at Kasamaan, tackling him to the ground, his jaws snapping as he tore into the creature’s arm, ripping it clean off. Kasamaan staggered, his face twisting with shock—he hadn’t expected Hunter, hadn’t planned for this.But Maradona’s eyes widened, horror flashing across her face as she saw Hunter there, in the heart of the battle. “No,” she whispered, her voice barely au

She then elbowed him in the face, hoping to give Ken enough time to get the gun away. Ken saw his opening and reached for the regular gun the hunter kept in his possession. As he grabbed it, he kicked the hunter away, and with all the force he had left, he fired, killing the hunter execution-style. Teya turned from the scene, becoming sick from all the death surrounding her. Ken grabbed her, nearly crushing her ribs. He looked around the club at the dead bodies. He sighed. “Are you alright?” he asked, cupping her chin, and examining her face. Teya nodded