Hunter Hunter Novels & Stories

[Vanessa] Hunter moves through the crowd with the practiced skill of someone who has been in combat zones–he sees a target and he approaches it with speed and stealth. He is no longer seems to care that much about our mission, or about whether or not Cherry is waiting in the back in a maid’s uniform–he has one thing on his mind, and it isn’t espionage.

Once inside, Hunter reversed the car sharply, speeding away from the scene. As they passed the motorcycles and cars belonging to Giovanni’s men, Hunter brought the car to a brief stop. He aimed his gun and fired at two of the motorcycles, hitting their fuel tanks. The bikes exploded instantly, the flames spreading to a nearby car, which also erupted in a fiery blast. Satisfied with the destruction, Hunter hit the gas, driving them away from the chaos.

I watched for a moment before walking toward my door. As I was shutting it, I heard Elena whisper, “Go get your man, Auntie.” I shook my head. That girl was a disaster walking, and I absolutely adored the organized chaos that was Elena. I quietly crept down the stairs before slipping out the back door and into the forest. I stopped beneath his tree, looking up, scanning the tree for him but not finding him. “I know you’re here, ‘Sprey. I can feel you.” He sighed as he swung himself down out of the tree. “Hey, Scarlett. I was just leaving. I was hunting a squirrel. They’re fast and good to hunt to keep myself fresh and-”

he chuckled. One of them had short blond hair, while the other one had a long, distinctive scar down his right cheek. “That’s not creepy,” I spat. They chuckled. “It’s not wrong for friends to check up on other friends.” “How did you find me?” My voice cracked. The blonde one barked out a laugh. “I’m a Hunter. It’s in my blood to find wolves. You wouldn’t know that because you’re only half.” I swallowed in response. Crap.

This is someone else. A figure steps into the doorway, their silhouette tall and menacing, a silenced pistol gleaming in their hand. Before I can react, a cold voice whispers, “You’re not the only one hunting, Anderson.” The gun rises, aimed at my chest, and a single shot rings out, the sound muffled but deafening in the silent night. Who fired, and am I the target or just collateral in a larger game?

Heavy boots crushing sand. Aiden held his breath. Dante pulled his knife quietly from his belt. The hunter’s silhouette passed between the crates— dark armor, visor glowing faint blue, a strange curved weapon strapped to its back. Aiden’s blood ran cold. Dante mouthed: “Stay.” Aiden nodded. The hunter paused… head lifting… visor scanning the air. Aiden’s pulse spiked. Dante tensed— But the hunter suddenly jerked its head toward the west and sprinted away.

I can see the panic flicker in Hazel's wide eyes as she desperately tries to stay silent, her body tense with fear. I notice the faint sound of footsteps and the distant echo of a hunter's voice, searching diligently for us. If we remain perfectly still and silent, there's a chance he might overlook our hiding spot. Hunters were one of the mysterious creatures that inhabited these woods. They were incredibly fast, their piercing red eyes glowing ominously in the dark, yet they possessed a human-like appearance that made them even more unsettling. Their faces were gaunt, with sharp fangs visible when they snarled, and claws that gleamed dangerously beneath the moonlight. Their skin was extrem

“But there are levels to this game, Henrique.” I took a step forward. “Return the shipment you hijacked. Or be ready to be torn alive.” Henrique spat on the ground near my boot. He laughed, taunting me. “Go on. I dare you. Do your worst.” I tilted my head. “As you wish.” I didn’t even have to signal. The clearing erupted into a total disorder. Bodies collided; the sound of fists hitting the enemy’s flesh; the snarls of wolves filling the air.

Yet he stands between me and death anyway. Why? The question unsettles me more than the hunters do. The lead hunter raises his weapon fully now. Silver aimed directly at Rowan’s heart. Silver always aims for the heart. Silver always kills. “Final warning,” the hunter says. Rowan doesn’t move. Doesn’t submit. Doesn’t retreat. His silence is answer enough. The hunter pulls the trigger. The sound shatters the alley. Silver tears through air. Rowan moves faster than human perception allows. He shifts partially.

black night. "Remind me why we didn’t go with them?" Hunter muttered, mostly to himself. I answered calmly, "Because they said they move faster and quieter, whereas we’d run into trees and wake the dead." He glared at me with his hands on his hips, and I just shrugged. The moment their scents drifted back into the room; we bolted toward the door. I pulled Emma into my arms, smelling her scent, but felt her body shaking uncontrollably. I locked eyes with Hunter, who mindlinked me: ‘Something happened. Selene is shivering and her wolf is agitated.’