Hunters Web Novels & Stories

“The Southern Clan is loyal to the council. They wouldn’t betray us.” Dorian, standing at Valen’s side, stepped forward. “It’s not a rebellion. Our scouts found evidence of an attack. The Southern Clan’s borders were breached, but there are no signs of rogues or rival vampires. This isn’t their work.” “Then who?” Valen asked sharply. Dorian hesitated before answering. “Hunters.” The room fell silent. Hunters had been a rare but deadly threat in the past. They were humans trained to hunt and kill vampires, equipped with weapons specifically designed to bypass their defenses.

With a soft breath, he started to explain. “Hunters are humans who know of the existence of werewolves. Or rather, their entire lives are dedicated to the extermination of werewolves from the earth. Many operate on their own but there are families who have generations of Hunters in their lineage. Where one Hunter goes, many more tend to follow, Anna.” And then he gave her a severe look. “There’s a symbol carved into his neck. You can check it for yourself. We’re not dealing with just any set of humans. We’re dealing with a group that will stop at nothing to kill any werewolf they come across. No matter if they are rogues, or not.” Anna processed his words slowly, a sudden dread began to set

I explained. “What kind of dangers?” he questioned. “Rogues and hunters. Rogues are werewolves that went insane. They’ve lost all of their humanity and gained bloodlust for other wolves. While hunters are humans that know of our existence and seek to wipe us away from the face of the earth entirely” I sighed looking down. “Which is worst?” he asked. “Hunters. They can hide in plain sight and cause more pain” I murmured and stopped walking. “Bunnie, are you okay? I’m sorry if I did or said something wrong” he spoke looking at me with worry.

Never unleashed. And Reed, God help her didn’t flinch. He didn’t lower his gun, either. His face was carved from stone. “You should’ve told me,” he said, his voice soft, dangerous. Her heart shattered. Axel’s smile widened, triumph blazing in his eyes. “She belongs with me.” Before Reed could answer, before Raven could speak, headlights flared at the far edge of the clearing. Trucks. Engines. Human Hunters. Dozens of them, armed to the teeth, pouring into the clearing like a wave of death.

I then turn, "Hudson? I wasn't expecting you so soon..." He laughed, "It actually wasn't that hard this time. I don't think the reports that you took out all the hunters at the warehouse and stole their female bait has made it to anyone at the hotel yet. Maybe the boss knows, but not the other hunters. Not that they would really care at the moment as they were starting celebrations for the upcoming Hunter's Games... Alpha we will need to take extra precautions as there will be a lot of hunters entering the forests and the woods within this area looking to find and kill any supernatural no matter what it is..." I turn properly and face him. "Okay, I will send the word out that danger is close

Though I’d not disposed of my weapons, as the hallucinated image of Veronica had insisted, I had a feeling that she’d be proud of the decision I’d made instead. Sierra, Cyrus, and I had formed a new district of hunters. We were smaller in size, with less resources, less members, and less weapons, but each of us believed that, together, we could protect Seafall and beyond. And, though we had left the other hunters behind, Sierra still met with them regularly to discuss (what they called) “matters of note.” Such matters would never be shared with Cyrus or I – no vampire nor ex-member would ever be deemed worthy – but they did not need to know that Sierra divulged every gory detail to us the se

He is standing with his back turned against me, his eyes trained on the other person. I focus on him instead. He looks stunned, his eyes widened, and his lips parted. “That is impossible,” he mutters, shaking his head. “That veil hasn’t been breached in years. Who could have…” “Only one breed,” he drawls. “Hunters.” “Shit!” I didn’t think they were going to figure it out so fast. My breath hitches in my throat when he angles his head a fraction, when everything suddenly stops, as if he can sense me.

They instinctively looked down. Then everyone froze. The pink, suggestive interface of "Goddess Hunter" disappeared. It was replaced by a cold black interface that looked like a tombstone. At the center of the screen, the photo of me that had been treated as prey vanished too. In its place was Gary's face, twisted with shock. Under his photo, blood red words slowly appeared. [New game activated, Scumbag Hunter.] [Target: Gary Zachary York.] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time.

It’s very easy to do. I know there are witches in town. The hunters live in town. Maxim lives in town. Why not the wolves? “What happened?” “The hunters collected them quietly, one at a time. And not only wolves. That season, anything with fangs or magic and no alibi was fair game. Actually, the alibi was optional, the hunters have always been more of a kill first, ask questions later kind of operation." "Did they have families? The wolves." "Yes." The word just sits there. I look at the candle instead.

...Hunter POV... I felt like pulling out my hair. For what seemed like the twentieth time now, the Huntress, whoever she was, had managed to foil my plans. I didn't know who this Huntress was, but she was driving me insane. No matter what I did, she always seemed to be one step ahead of me. Earlier on, I sent my men out to capture another lead. We had been tailing him for a week and found an opportunity to grab him discreetly. He was a minister of the government and was known for taking handouts. Making him an easy target for Silvio.