Hunter Hunter Novels & Stories

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.

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.

We are closing in. How many? 4 Rogues but I sense another presence His next words making my eyes to widen. I sense a hunter your Majesty Fuc*! Surround them. I am coming! I mindlink Jason and tell him to report. We were leaving. There is a hunter and there are chances he can be the one finding the prophesied one. These hunters are searching for rejected mates. And right now. There is only one in out pack. Sh**! The thought making me stop suddenly and I send Jason another mindlink.

"You're one of us, right?" We heard footsteps approaching the bathroom and she immediately released me. We were standing in front of the mirror when the door opened and a blonde guy walked in. He was Aaron. He stared at us strangely and said, ``I thought i heard something, Miss Wilson." I looked at Cathy who turned to the other side. "Nothing. Get out of here. This isn't the male's bathroom." I yelled and he walked out. I turned and saw Cathy seething in anger. Her eyes had turned light blue and I went into her thoughts. 'Hunters.'

But they had made it this far and Lucas knew it was only a matter of time before he finally found his mate again. They had been tracking Rivers for most of the morning when they came across the grisly scene in a small clearing. The old hunting cabin had definitely seen better days and the empty beer bottles and smouldering fire pit gave away what the occupants had been doing right before they met their end. The scent of blood was hanging heavily in the air and almost masked the scent of burning wood. The snow around the fire pit was married with shoe prints and what appeared to be a scuffle.

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

Her growl echoed through the trees and her eyes glowed brilliant green. As Kathleen thrust the knife down, Emory shifted into full wolf and slipped through her legs. With extraordinary speed, Emory shifted back to Hunter, digging her fangs into Kathleen’s throat as she turned. Kathleen tried to thrust the dagger into her back, but she parried it with one flick of her wrist.

He sends the last body hurling toward another group as they charge toward him, scattering them in different directions. Hector, with the fury of the storm and the swiftness of a thunderclap, slit the throats of every rogue as he progresses forward with carefully deliberated steps. Blood spills form crimson arcs in the air, like raindrops in the wilderness, a view of satisfaction and pain. He goes for the throat of a rogue after knocking down the sword from his grip and strangling him in a minute, thanks to his lupine strength. Hunter is dangerous, but weak, owing to the endless search for the artefact, his lack of sufficient food and water, his pupils twinkling, alternating between two colou

Ramsy boasted. Delta Ramsy mustered little heed to Higgins' pitiful state as the spat to the soon to-be corpse in his wake. Hunters were members of the resistance, who were mostly humans that had their only goal to be liberating their people and domineering the greater mass of carnivorous beast that desired to usurp any attempts they made to establish a system like theirs or breed enough to try. Higgins' life was dangling on a thin thread, his hands laid across the two ends of the baracade by chains anchored to his wrists and a weakened resolve from that death that just insisted on taking its time before truly drawing the life out of him.

Trent's voice carried a hint of concern as he shared the news. "Hunter encountered a school of whites and other dangerous creatures in a frenzy. He's currently pinned down, waiting for an opportunity to find a safer path," Trent informed them, his voice laced with a mixture of urgency and caution. Joe couldn't help but be amazed by Trent's connection with Hunter, their scout who was venturing ahead of them. It was as if they shared a telepathic link, allowing them to communicate even at a distance. Tritan's curiosity mirrored Joe's, prompting him to seek clarification.