Hunters Web Novels & Stories

on my light pink gown. Who cared anyway, Well, a lot of people care about it, but I didn't, I was too awesome for that. The forest came into clear, to revealed a small circle patch without trees looming over it, stood a house. Wooden, light brown, matching the color of dry ground below it, it stood tall but barely there. I inhaled, gathered all my courage and stepped closer to the house, my guards long gone. They didn't know the way to the small shabby house of the warrior. A house where i would knock at soon. I raised my hand to knock on the cracked old wooden door. "Who are you looking for?" A deep rough voice startled me. I almost jumped three feet in the air. I turned slowly to

Covering up the hole with some moss, she dusted off her dress and hurried home, her thoughts of the Hunters exposing her long gone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "They're here! The Hunters have arrived!" The cries of the young boys ran through the whole village, many men and women coming out to see the sight. Liam riding in front, followed by nine other men, all on horseback. On the back of Liam's horse was the dead carcass of a mountain lion, and his quiver held an unusual number of arrows. Instead of the standard twelve like the rest of the men in his party, it held 15, two from the archer who had shot the beast earlier, as well as the arrow aimed to warn him.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Ramsy boasted. Delta Ramsy mustered little heed to Higgins' pitiful state as the spat to the soon to-be corpse in his wake. Hunters were members of the resistance, who were mostly humans that had their only goal to be liberating their people and domineering the greater mass of carnivorous beast that desired to usurp any attempts they made to establish a system like theirs or breed enough to try. Higgins' life was dangling on a thin thread, his hands laid across the two ends of the baracade by chains anchored to his wrists and a weakened resolve from that death that just insisted on taking its time before truly drawing the life out of him.

But I manage to keep my shit together, and I helped him to get up, and I manage to put him in a bed over the ER room. It didn't take too much to see people noticing him very easily. He is Liam Hunter, the youngest and the biggest billionaire in America. He has his name on brands and any tv stations or magazine covers. He has a private jet and tons of money and women. It's easy to notice somebody like him. And I know from my experience. The bad part of this is people noticing me as well. I hated that so much. I hated so much to be in the spotlights. I left him on the bed, and I rush back to close the door and the curtains in that room. People become noisy, and quite frankly both of us needed

They were called hunters. In his dying prayer, with the token of his faltering breath, the first Chavére Alpha provoked the ancient truce and etched it into his bloodline. In every decade, under the hunter’s moon, hunters with skills and strength comparable to the Lycans woke to protect wolves. And for a bleak moment, there was hope for the wolves.

He said and Amelia smiled bitterly “This entire forest will be your home and hidden from the rest of the world. When your offspring become seven years of age bring them to my temple to receive my blessings.” Lariempi added before fading away like he never appeared. And with that Amelia became the first Hunter while Lariempi was thereafter known as the Hunter god, up till this very day several Hunters go about killing monsters and supernatural creatures, protecting Human kind from within the shadows. ”

She asked at once, stalling Archer’s words. His eyes darkened as he looked at her. “The Hunters.” She looked at him confused. “The hunters? Who are the hunters?” “They catch werewolves and kill them sometimes.” “No!” “I’m afraid, yes.” Clarissa a hand on her lip to stop screaming obscenities. She hated her brother even more at that moment. “But, why would they do that?”

“You may follow the marked paths, but you are not required to remain on them. If you reach sanctuary before sunrise, you must cross fully through the temple doors before claiming protection.” His gaze hardened. “Standing near the boundary will not save you.” A nervous laugh came from somewhere along the line. No one joined it. “If you are physically restrained by a hunter and he declares his claim before an official witness, your Hunt is over.” Aldric turned toward us. “Hunters may claim only one participant. Once declared, a claim cannot be abandoned or exchanged.” His eyes moved across the Alphas. “No hunter may cross the white boundary until the second horn sounds. Anyone who leaves early

Based on what I have seen and heard over fifty years of watching. The hunters are not wolf. They are not vampire. They are not fae. They are something older. Something that existed before the Moon Goddess blessed our kind. They hunt royal blood. They feed on power. And they have been waiting for the heir to return so they can finally destroy the bloodline forever. I read the words again. Then again. My hands shake. The hunters. I do not know what they are. I have spent fifty years trying to find out. Every book. Every legend. Every old wolf who might remember. Nothing.