Hunter Legendary Novels & Stories

What was next heard was the slow squeak of the man's black leather jacket, as he folded his hands across his chest while staring at the mother and son in front of him in turn. "Jase Stone?" Daniela greeted him as friendly as she can. "What are you doing here?" Jase Stone, the supreme leader of the clan most hailed by the entire population of the Cester Continent, was now setting foot in the land of the Red Gorge, the neighborhood of the werewolf or lower-class clans. His age is not much different from Daniela, only a few years adrift, the same age as Daniela's late husband if he was still around. About the end of 40.

she asked. Karen had so many questions, and I didn't know how to answer her. I wished I had the answers, especially now, but I didn't, and it kind of made me feel bad. I knew I had to explain things to her a bit. "The Hunter family are supernatural hunters. They are human beings with special abilities to locate and identify people like me. They also can match our skills and kill us. They are the most dreaded bloodline of all the supernatural hunters. It was all fair initially. The Hunters made sure everyone followed the rules, and no one cheated anyone. We saw them more like judges, juries and executioners. Whenever there were issues, the Hunters would solve them. They could tell when we wer

...Hunter POV... I was growing agitated. I didn't want to be here in the first place, but once I was informed that someone was stealing from me, I decided to deal with the issue personally. No one steals from the Reaper and gets away with it. I am one of the most feared men in the world. I was abandoned as a baby and was forced to fend for myself at an early age. I grew up in Soacha, Colombia. One of the most dangerous cities in the world. I came from nothing, and nothing was ever given to me. I always had to fight for what I wanted. I became ruthless as my compassion for others died out. My desire for power is what drove me to where I am today. I was a kid when I started working as a drug m

Genevieve tried saying but her voice trailed off “Sighs… you really didn’t notice, the Hunter god actually gave you three gifts but it seems you all were ignorant.” Sword-saint Predator said with a sigh “Really???” Marcus asked in excitement and stars seemed to appear in his eyes “Yes, first he gave you the legendary twelve rune talent, with such talent becoming the most powerful Hunter is not impossible, then he gave you the gift of life, without it you would have died already as several people were already envious of your talents and would have killed you instantly if you were given any other gift and lastly you have me as your grandpa.” Sword-saint Predator said in a profound manner and b

If not for the heavily tinted windows, they'd probably see through the horror in my face with the fact that I am freaking inside of the lycans den. "Don't worry." I heard Hunter say it in a serious tone. "The car's lycan proof." I sarcastically laughed, "Nice try, Hunter, but I'll pass in believing your lies. I've done some research, and I know that lycans strength is the same as a strongest machine." I saw him smirking while sitting in the front seat, "That's true, but… Why do you think our products are of top qualities?" I frowned at him.

"Keep the perimeter tightened. If Tristan breaches it again, I want a report—and then I’ll handle the burial myself." Samuel bowed and retreated, leaving Lucien alone. His thoughts, usually as cold and calculating as a machine, drifted to the way Xender’s eyes had caught the light in the restaurant. He had designed that 'Eternity' series—a weapon disguised as a vow. It was brilliant. And Xender, in his modest, understated way, was the most lethal thing Lucien had ever encountered. The phone rang. It was Xender. Lucien answered, his voice dropping into a register that was almost a purr.

I don't even understand what this Lycan is all about, but I only know Grandma is despise this species as if they are suppose not to exist! “Stop, everyone...” I pleading, yet to my shock, they only intensified. Grandma said in authorize voice, “Yes! Let's do that! Save the future of the huntress!” I was shaken, look back Grandma, and barely said with my shaken voice, “Grandma, why...” But then I realize... I was so weak, and can't possibly stop them as they leave that night... for search a Lycan in every part of this world! “My weakness... cause the huntress to forget their ideal that night,” I thought, even now still think it's the right to not be the cause of their forgetting the purpose o