Hunter Novels Novels & Stories

Hunter muttered, though he wasn’t sure he meant it. He watched her wedding from the shadows, saw how radiant she looked. Their eyes met for a split second, and he inhaled deeply, committing her scent to memory. He wouldn’t take her back. He’d vanish. Let her have her happiness. Three years later…somewhere in the Sahara’s desert

she hissed, her amber eyes glowing, burning “You have nothing here. You’re a murderer.” The floor seemed to drop beneath me. My stomach twisted violently. “No,” I choked, shaking my head. “I-I didn’t know. They never told me who-” Hessa’s laugh was bitter, sharp. “You didn’t care to know. You’re an assassin of Cross. Don’t pretend you’re blind. You were trained to kill us. You are a Hunter. And hunters are what werewolves hate the most.” Hunter. The name I’d heard whispered in stories, savior of humankind, they said. Killers of supernaturals… My chest heaved.

Eljo heard screams and saw that people were running out of the compound. Vampires won’t go near a hunter as they know that besides drinking to death or being burnt to death by fire or daylight, a hunter can kill them as well. A hunter, when their sense was activated, can penetrate a vampire's skin. All the hunters have to do was punch a hole in the place where the vampire's heart used to be and leave a single strand of their own hair; or any part of their body, but a strand of hair was the obvious choice. A single strand of hunter's hair in the place where a vampire’s heart used to be before it turned to ash, blows up vampire-like fireworks unless they were born Vampires like some Prehistori

I really want to know his conclusion. “The night hunter has killed 45 men, and these men are from different packs; they don’t have any history together, so why did the night hunter kill them?” he asked. They were involved in the massacre of my pack. “That is suspicious; how does he even do it? Passing the tight security in the academy and whipping the camera footage, it’s very suspicious,” Yasmine said. Well, what can I say? Not only am I a skilled warrior, talented in martial arts, but I am also a very skilled hacker. I have my little gadgets, and where do I keep them? I have a little hut deep in the woods, and that is where I did my little research. I make sure the hut can’t be traced to m

“ I found out a few things that are a bit odd and concerning. It turns out the pack they are registering is called Ash Wood and has many supernaturals not just Werewolves. They also have many Spell-casters, Vampires and even have Hunters in their so called pack!” I jumped up from my chair in a rage, “What? Not only do they not care one bit about letting other supernaturals join them! They even have the fucking audacity to let in Hunters? Those Jerk-Offs are nothing but self righteous murderers! Any supernatural who considers any of their ilk a friend is simply a traitor!” When I had only been two years old my mother had been brutally killed by Hunters from The Order of Orion. It was thanks t

' After staying there for a couple of minutes Kasper and Flint go back to their village and find Matilda. "What's the news?" "We didn't find the body of the Rogues. The mansion that they also attack has been turned to ash. All of the bodies of the people in there can't even be recognized. It seems that the hunter makes sure that no one would find out what happened to the family," said Kasper. Matilda becomes quiet for a few seconds before talking. "There were six Rogues, right?" "Yes, mother." "But the hunter killed them all?" Kasper couldn't respond to his mother, therefore, Flint just answered her.

More- I was curious. Anna grabbed my hand to protect me, and Bell did the same. I twisted the stem. The coldness leaped along my arm like an iced spirit freed from a spring. The blow was mild against the soggy bite of my own body. The hatch opened, and the darkness beyond was denser; it seemed to swell into the new side, smoothing shadow. We flinched away, opposed to touching this initial blackness. I was sure it was not nighttime yet. Anna gazed at her wristwatch, and it sent chills down her spine when she noticed the hands of the clock were juggling.

Hunter checked his time. 11:24. His flight was at 14:00 hours. He had prepared everything and had packed all his gear. Leaving the country was not on his wishlist but there was nothing he could have done, that was his only way to stay alive. He didn’t expect Hilary to betray him like that. Trust, for him, was a big word but he relied on her. He knew she could deliver but along the way, love happened to her. It was the same love that got her killed. Hunter didn’t have any regrets on Hilary’s murder. Killing had become a hobby for him.

They were like specially trained assassins and even supernaturals with all their abilities find it out to shake them off. That's who my family were, the Holmes. My father was a hunter, his father was a hunter then my great grand mother was a hunter and it went on like that, as far back as centuries. It was a mantle that has always been passed from generations to generations and it was my turn now. My name is Edna Holmes, the latest hunter from the Holmes family. I hunt wolves and vampires for a living. My reason? Mine was a little different from the others who fought to protect.

The answer is because of that eerie guy. “Wow. How did you know that is all I wanted to ask you, Ms. Merrywheather?” “Ouch!” I caressed my nose when I was bumped in Mr. Huntington’s back when he stopped walking. “What the hell, Mr. Huntington! Why did you just stop walking? Is that your way that you smell so good by stopping without any warning?!” I kept on caressing my nose. Ouch! My poor nose! “You’re so talkative, Ms. Merrywheather. Do your teachers teach you that being such a talkative person would lead to you in detention? And one more thing, is that your way that I do smell good?”