Hunter Weak Aura Novels & Stories

He could hear the whispers of the pack, the subtle fear in their hearts, and he knew he had to anchor them with his presence. He stepped forward, focusing. The air around him shimmered faintly, a soft glow emanating from his aura. It was subtle-enough to inspire the pack, to warn the enemies without fully revealing the power coursing through him. Auren had inherited his mother's control over energy, the protective instincts heightened by his unborn child's latent essence within her. His hands tingled with the electric potential, claws digging into the forest floor, grounding him.

Making my speed reach 42, which looks pretty high for me. I still have the skill upgrade token but I decided it was best to leave it for future use once I have better skills. since my current skills are more than enough for me to kill any uncommon class monster. I will be hunting for an uncommon class monster for a while too to upgrade my aura. I don't think I'll be able to kill the needed amount before I evolved but it will make my hunting much faster after evolving. While I wait, I practice using the aura a few times to see how it works, leaving me gasping with a headache. I feel like it's telling me I don't have the brains or willpower to use aura yet.

He assured her. Hunter roared the engine to life as Draken's men cleared the road—Draken's car along with three Fortuners were right behind Hunter's car. They reached the North Pack safely. Aurora was sick and it was related to her being a hybrid. She often goes through this pain but this time it wasn't that severe thanks to her wolf. Hunter stayed there with Aurora for a while but he couldn't bring his mind to rest. "You should get yourself treated," Draken said, noticing blood on Hunter's back. Hunter shook his head. Getting himself treated was the last thing on his mind.

Harry's answer caught my attention. Harry talked about Sora's aura. He was the only one who could talk about it so openly without asking for anything in return. Harry was a hybrid, born with the power of a werewolf and druid mixed together in his blood. I turned around to look at him. “What do you mean? No one's aura can change. Didn't you say that when we were in the academy? You said it to her when she was convinced that she could change her aura by training hard.” I asked Harry, my tone was laced with my anger.

George laughed loudly. “The colloidal silver injection we gave you is killing your wolf and slowly killing you. You don’t have the brain cells to come up with a code.” He put the whip down and began unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off. “The pain response is the last thing to die, though. You’ve got days of this ahead of you if your mate doesn’t see reason fast enough.”

The one who brought them nothing but pain and heartache ever since her birth. “Aura?” This pathetic excuse of a werewolf, this useless, rejected omega. “Aura! You need to breathe!” Hanna's frantic plea reaches my ears and for a moment I cease to hear the angry howls of my past pack mates. I gasp with an intake of breath, feeling my chest tighten with the effort it takes to get air into my lungs. My eyes water as I choke on air. Through my teary eyes, I can see Hanna's lips moving like she's trying to tell me something.

The sharp scent of blood filled the room. He grunted, stumbling back. I scrambled to my feet, clutching my bleeding neck as I made for the kitchen. I didn't get far. He slammed into me, driving me into the counter. My claws gouged into the wood as I fought to stay upright. "Why are you-" My words cut off with a hiss as a needle pierced my neck. Heat surged through my veins, burning like fire. Wolfsbane. He'd injected me with wolfsbane. I collapsed, convulsing, claws tearing at my own neck as I fought to breathe. Scout barked somewhere in the background, but it felt distant, like everything was slipping away.

“This is exactly what I’m talking about. You always do this—you create drama and then blame everyone else for it. If you’d just used your words like a normal person, none of this would have happened.” Maeve’s voice was soft and soothing. “Kira, I’m sure it was just an accident. No one meant to hurt you, and I think you’re overreacting because you’re tired from the blood donation.” Damien waved dismissively at me. "Besides, you're making a fuss out of nothing. It's only a small amount of nuts, and it can't actually hurt you—you have a wolf. Your healing should take care of it in minutes." What none of them knew was that Aurora, my wolf, had grown weaker with each donation. The constant drain

she whispered. A doctor walked in, a nurse at his heels. The nurse flashed me a genuine loving smile and started checking the IV drip connected to my arm. The doctor patiently waited for her to finish before he solemnly said, "My name is doctor McKay and well, you're quite a fighter, Rebecca. The bruise on your ear is superficial, but the one on your hand is quite deep so you're not permitted to use that injured arm. Did you take any drugs before you slept? " I shook my head. "No, I didn't. I forgot to." I said as quietly as I could. My mom's eyes bulged in surprise. The doctor wasn't surprised as he had probably heard worse. Doctor McKay frowned. "Really? There's a high amount of hallucinog

Humans are naturally afraid of wolves and tigers, which are pretty common in this area. Hunter lies on his stomach, staring forward. Every now and then, he takes a sniff at the air, attempting to discover something about Erina. But to no avail. We have been lying down here for about fifteen minutes when there is a rustling in the undergrowth. Hunter twists his ears and goes on edge. And then we feel a strong aura, the one approaching us is a supernatural but not a werewolf. Hunter jumps to his four and growls low. Ready to attack, he scrutinizes the undergrowth and whoever needs to get out of there.