Hunters Of Artemis 소설 & 이야기

Turning back the Elites had changed course, going in the direction that Cassius had set off. Wait... Did they not see her just murder one of their own? "Hey!" she shouted after them, trying to drag their attention back to her, but they just completely ignored her. She started after them, pumping her legs hard to try and catch up to them. Then she heard a sickening all too familiar 'kerchunk' of the crossbow being loaded and she pin-pointed the Elite that was taking aim with it. "Oh please no," she murmured to herself as she tried to force her legs to move faster. It was loaded with the silver bola. If aimed right Cassius didn't stand a chance against it.

An icy grip encircled her heart and it cried, mourned with her teammate for the lost purity of her body. But her colleague was a warrior. She had learned to survive under the most adverse conditions and Aurelia knew that what she had experienced would not destroy her. As women, they had been prepared in their training that something like this could happen, and that it wasn't even a rarity. Perhaps that is why there were few female members among the hunters. The whole story would only fuel Row's anger and dogged determination to crack down on the Hegeduns. Just as it would have been the case with Aurelia herself, although she knew that something irreversible had changed, no one could relieve

“I hurt all over.” Jackson snorted, and the tension in the room snapped. Archer raised a sleek eyebrow, her pearlescent skin glowing softly even under the stark lights. “There’s another hunter in the area? That none of us knew about?” “Not a hunter, not exactly,” I said quickly, eager to brush past the topic of Cyrus and move on. “He’s – eager to learn.” “Like Sie?” Mera asked, rocking back on her heels and almost crashing into one of Torre’s glass cases. Torre’s head snapped towards her, her expression sour.

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

Jose pointed out and the others hummed as he set up his rifle and pointed it in the direction of the border. Star didn’t know who they were talking about, but she too found herself grateful for him. “Hold it… Hold… Now!” Frank guided them as they saw groups of Hunters holding guns appear in their vision, he was an experienced archer and had more hunter names on the tip of his arrow than the rest of them. Star fired her first arrow, praying that the screen they put up would protect them long enough to take some of the hunters out. They were able to immobilize a few before the rest were alerted to what was going on when all hell broke loose. Wolves flowed in from front and back, there were few

"Scouts! Visit the other werewolves outside our village and warn them too. Make sure that there is not a single trace when you leave the human world, don't let the werewolf hunter follow you while going back to our village or better yet, hide for the time being before coming back here..." "Elders and guardian Kitsune... Please guide the omega and pups to our village. You must not let them get outside of our village because it is too dangerous for them... And lastly, Kasper, the alpha leader. I'm going to give you a mission. Find and observe the werewolf hunter." "Are you sure about that, leader Matilda? The hunter is tricky. She always changes her appearance, therefore, it's a bit hard to fi

While bleeding to death from different heavy injuries, the crescent moon scar of the Primordial burnt slightly beneath her skin and glowed dull dark red. The outside view of Sector 85 appeared as a huge vehicle garage, but inside it had an underground operational basement with special forces. They were called the ‘Hunters’. Their mission was to hunt down the werewolves and kill every last one of them. Their hatred for werewolves was way over the top. The five SUVs that entered the city a day before were an escort for the leader of the branch who was ordered to lead the mission after the news of the recent incident that occurred.

“You think your howls frighten us? We’ve burned two dens this month and you’re next. We’ll line your borders with fire until there’s nothing left but ash. Mothers will bury pups, and we’ll call it justice. You’ll choke on the smoke of your own making.” A warrior at the edge of the room stepped forward and delivered a sharp slap that snapped the captive’s head to the side. He hissed, tasting blood, but his eyes still burned with fanaticism. “Kill me. It won’t matter. Another will rise in my place. You’ll regret thinking you could stand against us. We are the Hunters. We are the line that keeps this world clean. And when Dorian gives the order—we strike.” Cassian crouched low in front of him,

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

My voice isn’t loud, but the ground beneath my feet hisses. Race looks up slowly. Annoyed. “Saved her.” I’m in front of him before I realize I’ve moved. Heat roars off me, steam pouring from my shoulders. “You were supposed to watch her.” “And I did.” He said through his teeth. My gaze drops to her face. Pale. Too still. Her chest rises—but shallow. She’s weak. Is she even trained to fight like this? Guilt claws up my spine. “She fought hunters,” Race continues evenly. “Three of them.” That stops me cold, hunters ?All the way out here? That can only mean one thing. My hands curl into fists.