Hunter Novels & Stories

JAMES POV We burst through the front door and were confronted. I skidded to a stop. “Jacob Sawyer,” I acknowledged the Hunter in front of me. He looked surprised to see me. “James Adler. I didn’t know you consorted with this sort.” He stood in front of me, looking relaxed, but I knew better. This Hunter has been credited with thousands of kills of my kind. He was strong and ruthless, and he had a serious hatred for anything supernatural, though he wasn’t above using them if they would help meet his needs.

I only continue my exploration when everything is in order with my bladder. I push the door ajar with the tip of my boot, cursing the aged wood for opening with a growing squeak. Hunter for what he is doing and raises the instrument in his hands, in a reflection of fright. It is a large and heavy sledgehammer, whose black handle is surrounded by the strong fingers of both his hands.

I glance at the clock on my dash. It's eleven forty-five p.m. So yeah, nearly seventeen hours, with only one stop for gas and a piss. "Evening," I say as the warrior approaches. "State your name and business, please," the warrior asks as he nears the window, while keeping his distance so I can't reach him through the glass. There's movement around the truck as more warriors scan the car and check underneath it for explosives. "Alpha Max Hunt from Bloodmoon. I'm here to see my uncle, Alpha Gascoigne."

Hunter said casually, his tone firm but calm. "N-No! I can walk," Aleah protested, shaking her head as she refused his help. But before she could continue to argue, a sudden clap of thunder and a bright flash of lightning lit up the night sky. Her hands instinctively flew to clutch the back of Hunter’s shirt, and she buried her face against him as fear gripped her. She trembled noticeably, her knuckles white as she clung to his clothes.

Ever since I met her, she has been giving me some weird kind of look, I looked away from her face and my eyes met with Angus who winked at me. I quickly look away from him " ignore him " Derek said to me as our horses started moving forward. "Ok, what are we hunting " I asked. " Deer " he answered. "Do you know how to use a bow and arrow ". "Uh no" I answered. " I'll teach how to use it " he said. " Really" I said. " Yes my love " he answered. " will you teach me now " I asked. "Now ?" He said. "Yes I want to learn it now " I answered.

And stumbles. The night of running was too much for too long. Fer's paws are bleeding and I can feel her flagging. Keep going Fer, I say, He's slow, you can take him. You have to. I think of Luka. Would I even stand a chance against this hunter? Will Luka? The hunter seems to sense his advantage. He's back on his feet and loping in a circle around us. Steady, I think, Steady, anticipate but don't waste your force.

he said, and I looked at him, surprised. "Yep, I tested her, and she passed. She is John Hunter's daughter, alright. Her brain is like her father's brain. Her memory is unbeatable." He confirmed. "How?" I asked. "She read and summarised six hunter's grimoires in two days. She can tell you everything about eliminating werewolves, vampires, and witches. Her assimilation skill is very high. Are you sure you want me to train her because once that dam is opened, there will be no shutting it?" He said, and I stared at him, thinking, how could a human being read and summarise six grimoires in two days? I was proud of Karen.

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

“Dm!” Windy felt scared when he had to hunt with Ezra; he involuntarily cursed. Since hunting with Ezra was very risky and laborious, it was not according to standard rules but special training. The prey they caught must not die; it must be alive. The prey they just caught will not be kept but must be released, and they have to track down the prey they have just seen. And that will repeat many times until Ezra stops.

They’ll want to check the wreckage to confirm I’m not inside. Keeping low to the ground, I hurried away from the crash as the hunters pulled up, hooting and hollering like the demented Americans they are. Now I don’t mean to say all Americans are demented. But the American hunters are an uncouth sort that takes a weird joy in killing, things being on fire, and vehicles getting into accidents. Whatever the case, their joyful hoots and hollers that I might be dead and arguments about who gets to take credit gave me time to get away. I hurried to the nearest neighborhood to search for a car to take.