Hunter Legendary Novels & Stories

He blurted out – giving him a guarantee. Well, fifteen minutes wouldn’t be long – but what else that he could do. He knew how loyal Lio was to Hector. And he was simply amazed and grateful that his brother found people like him – serving him to the best of their abilities with values of respect, pure resolve, and loyalty. “That is all I am asking. Besides, I know that Hector is already mad and might knew that I am here already.” Hunter stated – as he stared at the sentinel wolves guarding the Triad’s base.

Theria giggled and trotted off to say high to the crew. As they entered the training area a man wearing a stag skull helmet greeted him. He smelled like pine and the forest, and he looked like a huntsman from the middle ages. Slung across his back a Dragonuv sniper rifle and modern compound bow complete with arrows. “So the whelp finally arrives. The name is Herne the Hunter.” “Warren Vandal, a descendant of Troy,” He held out his hand and hoped the sniper would take it. A smile appeared through the thick beard, “The queen didn't tell us who you were. She just said you would be joining the team,” His voice remained friendly and even. “How is the eidolon?”

“I just wanted a little family reunion. Where is that rascal called Kael anyway.” We stood there, frozen, watching him disappear inside like he owned the entire place. “Who… who is that man?” My voice came out shaky, barely above a whisper. Mrs. Halloway closed her eyes for half a second, like she was bracing herself. When she opened them, they were sad. Resigned. “Lucien is Kael’s brother,” she said quietly. “Another Lycan. And twice as dangerous.” Brother. The word hit me harder than his stare had.

outside this car. "What was that?" I whisper, sounding more like a hush in the air as I hovered my eyes across the car's hood. "Ssshhhh... Stay calm," Hunter shushes me as his hands grab the wheel. My eyes catching a glimpse of his foot moving to the gas, and his other hand darting towards the gear before shifting P to D. For the first time in my life, I never felt so eager to learn how to fucking drive. Maybe if I have I had better chances of saving my life.

“Frustrating, isn’t it? I went through thirty-eight weapons before I found mine.” “His was a shovel,” Rion deadpans. Edward laughs. “It was not a shovel. It was a halberd. It only looked like a shovel because it was a prototype. You know this, Rion.” I laugh too, but it’s strained. The farther I go, the more ridiculous I feel. What if I’m the only one who doesn’t get a weapon? What if I’m a different type of hunter altogether? Worse—what if I’m not actually a hunter at all? What if someone made a mistake?

"But a clerical assistant doesn't step into the Gauntlet of Iron and read a three ton hydraulic machine like an open ledger. An assistant doesn't calculate kinetic load intervals on the fly while suspended over a glacial torrent. And most importantly, an assistant doesn't carry a Sovereign bloodline that hasn't been seen in the northern hemisphere since the Great Purge thirty years ago." He stopped less than a foot from her, his sheer physical mass towering over her, casting her completely in his shadow. The dangerous, primal aura of a warlord rolled off him in waves. "I've spent ten long years executing threats to the northern border, Anna," Liam whispered, his eyes flashing with a predator

I noticed that she had two smaller bags as well. “What’s in these?” I asked, pointing to the smaller bags. “One is my camera and all the extra equipment, the other is my computer and stuff” She answered. I picked up both bags and slung them over my shoulder and started walking. I was hoping she was following. She wasn’t, because when I turned around I saw Brady introducing her to Nick our other guitarist, Eli our bass player, and Trevor our drummer. I watched as Trevor gave her one of his massive bear hugs. I love the guy, he is like a brother to me. Kyaria was lost in him. He is a massive guy.

Screaming at the hunters coming toward him with bows and swords. To only hear a voice that made everyone go still. "Stop" Just one command and all the hunters bow down. And that's when Volkan's grey eyes met the dark black ones of the man behind everything. Daniel Black The leader of Hunters stood in front of him. His face emotionless, not caring of the bloodshed of the innocents he just committed in name of ending the werewolf specie, which according to the humans were heartless beasts that are to be eliminated at all cost.

Therefore, Ima was the intersection set. She calmed herself, knew exactly what her reaction was going to be. Every action deserved an equal and opposite reaction. Ima was more than ready to handle the situation in her own ways and terms. She could not allow anybody to disrupt her life after her immeasurable efforts to build her empire. Whatever the stalkers and attackers were up to, she was going to know in a matter of few days. Money was all she needed, human resource was plenty. However, from the plenty, Ima had personalized one hitman. She considered him a holy assassin because he only went after sinners. Sinners by choice who required no repentance as the bible taught. He was a master at

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h