Hunter Hunter Novels & Stories

As I was trying to come up with a plan for taking down the last hunter on watch without being detected something came crashing out the window. It was one of the two hunters that were searching inside. The one I had just been planning on killing checked his friends pulse before cursing and jumping through the now shattered window. It seemed they found Mom and she was pissed. I could hear her wolf losing her shit. I jumped in just in time. My mom had her claws digging into the chest of the other hunter that had been searching the house. However she was not moving or completing the kill. The hunter who just came in from outside was holding a crying two month old Richard and in his other hand he

Hunter exchanges his beautiful and expensive luxury sports cars for two SUV's: a Porsche and a Land Rover. Okay, the cars are beautiful and expensive, but I can't see Hunter wearing a Ray-Ban aviator in a big one. That is the part where I feel most touched. I like sports cars, and they are part of my daily life of "reconquering the girl with no memory". Cars give me great memories of a blank mind, and I associate Hunter with them. He combined all his arrogance and idiocy in those damn cars he sold, and now it's all gone. I sense he is crestfallen when the black Lamborghini is the last to leave with a screech. I know this because I feel the same way.

'Let me get you out of here," Hunter didn't know how to carry her. He tried to see what he could do with the machete in her stomach. He reached for it and as soon as he grabbed it, he heard a noise. CLICK CLICK followed by the flash of a camera. He couldn't see the person behind it but whoever that was, took off running. Hunter chased the man. He slowly increased his pace ignoring the pain his whole body was feeling. Getting out of the house, he saw the man disappearing into the woods. He quickly took off. He ran to where he heard the branches of the small trees breaking off. He got nearer to the person by running as fast as he could and when he was a meter away from him, he dived at him sen

"I told you that I would help you and I intend on doing so. Having the hunters dead is going to be beneficial to all our business. We just can't do anything rash that would get the attention of the council. I have a few members in my pocket, but they will not reveal themselves to save any of us." "Fine but I want them all dead", the other man said. "Don't worry Beherit, what is a hunters' greatest weakness?" "Their mates, of course." "That's right Beh their mates, so we make a plan and either capture or kill as many of the females as possible." "Rainns mate needs to die, I want him to suffer the way I suffered." "Fine, but we need a solid plan first. We will meet in a few days and come up wi

A surge of adrenaline coursed through me as I projected a desperate mental blast: "HUNTERS!" I plummeted from my perch, a silent avenger, as the rifle's crack split the air, a leaden missile finding its mark on our valiant warrior wolf. With the finality of death whispering through the trees, the wolf crumpled silently to the forest floor. I landed upon the hunter with the fury of nature's retribution, my jaws a hair's breadth from his vulnerable throat, pinning him beneath the weight of righteous rage.

and dove to the ground. A hunter entered the area with a lethal crossbow in his hands and a hood covering his face. The weapon was engraved with Damon's emblem, a jagged claw. With a snarl, Aiden sprang forward, his wolf emerging. Aiden was quicker than the hunter, pushing the weapon aside and slamming the assailant to the ground as he fired another bolt.

He pulled Alina behind a concrete pillar and returned fire. Precise. Controlled. Deadly. One hunter dropped. Then another. Lena moved like a shadow. Fast. Efficient. Her blade flashed once— Twice— Two more bodies hit the ground. The last hunter turned— And froze. Because the Ghost was standing behind him. The rifle pressed lightly against his head. The hunter’s breath trembled. “Wait—” A single shot. Silence. Alina’s chest rose and fell rapidly. “This is insane.” Arun reloaded calmly.

They instinctively looked down. Then everyone froze. The pink, suggestive interface of "Goddess Hunter" disappeared. It was replaced by a cold black interface that looked like a tombstone. At the center of the screen, the photo of me that had been treated as prey vanished too. In its place was Gary's face, twisted with shock. Under his photo, blood red words slowly appeared. [New game activated, Scumbag Hunter.] [Target: Gary Zachary York.] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time.

Anaya said, her thumb tracing the embossed cover of Dinanath's journal. As the lead hunter stepped past a shattered glass display case, Kabir spun out from behind the decaying workbench, dropping to one knee. He gripped the revolver with both hands, his eyes locked onto the shifting, erratic silhouette of the assassin. Clack-clack-BOOM. The sound of the discharge was deafening, but the bullet didn't travel with a standard report. The golden kinetic round left a trailing wake of distorted, shimmering air behind it. It struck the lead hunter squarely in the chest.

"Why? So you can lose some more bolts trying to kill me?" He turns the crossbow over in his hands, already bored with it. Then the cocky smile disappears. "You want a monster, Hunter? You're about five kilometers from where you should be standing. People are going missing out of Tamarack. It isn't us doing it, and it isn't nothing either." He tosses me the crossbow and I catch it against my chest. The knife he drops at my feet instead of handing it over, and somehow that's the most insulting thing he's done all night.