Novel & Cerita Hunters Web

“ The website isn’t as easy to track as you think it is, it only provides the list of the shifters's names that has a bounty on their heads “ explained Dan “ The hunters can simply take on the mission and then submit the proof that they have finished the mission to collect the bounty. From the beginning till the end there is no information provided about the person who set up the bounty you see? And if that alone isn’t enough to, the person who runs the site takes care of protecting the identities of the people who submit the requests, only the name and photograph of the person getting hunted is unadapted on the site. No one other than the one who is running the site can know who placed thes

Perhaps that’s one of the reasons they could not fight back because of the wolfsbane. I suddenly recognize some of their faces. They were the same people who attacked us during my birthday. They were called the “Hunters”. Hunters kill mercilessly using crossbows and swords. That’s what they do, especially for those in supernatural being all throughout Green Hills. “What should we do?” Kevin asked. “I don’t know. Where’s Porter?” I immediately asked when I haven’t noticed him beside us. His scent was still in the house. I looked back at the hole and found out Porter was on the ceiling secretly crawling.

They didn't surrender easily. But they couldn't win. Not tonight. Not against us. By 2 AM, it was over. Forty-seven hunters, neutralized. Twenty-three captured alive. The rest—those who'd fought hardest, who'd refused surrender—eliminated. Hunter leadership, including Commander Marcus Webb—the man who'd recruited Dr. Chen—was among the captured. No wolf casualties. Two injured vampires, neither seriously. The warehouse complex was ours. I stood in the center of the compound as dawn began to break, blood-covered and exhausted but alive. Alive and victorious.

They would provide sanctuary to the hunters if need be, even house weapons. “Fuck, that would make sense,” Andreas says, and I nod, shell-shocked as shit. “If this is true, then we’ve just discovered the hunters’ biggest secret,” I say incredulously, then get to my feet. “Will you come to check it out with me?” “Obviously,” Andreas says, then turns to Fenriz. “We’ll be back in a few hours.” Three hours later, we raided all the churches and found the Death’s Temple hunters - all but Katherine and the raven-haired bitch.

"I told you that I would help you and I intend on doing so. Having the hunters dead is going to be beneficial to all our business. We just can't do anything rash that would get the attention of the council. I have a few members in my pocket, but they will not reveal themselves to save any of us." "Fine but I want them all dead", the other man said. "Don't worry Beherit, what is a hunters' greatest weakness?" "Their mates, of course." "That's right Beh their mates, so we make a plan and either capture or kill as many of the females as possible." "Rainns mate needs to die, I want him to suffer the way I suffered." "Fine, but we need a solid plan first. We will meet in a few days and come up wi

“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,

Everyone was dead, but me. Turning back, I finally put a face to the voice. Her skin was covered in freckles and her hair was a wild brown, like she had stuck her finger in a socket. She was carrying a gun in her hands, but what stood out to me was her outfit. I’d seen it once before, in school. It was the Hunter’s uniform. The patch on her arm confirming it. Hunter’s were mercenaries for hire. Killers for hire, really. The non-magical in the supernatural world. They once were on a death march against all supernaturals, but now they were just raised on how to kill them and were sold to the highest bidder.

Including Hunter, there were only four of them while the enemies were nine in number. All the enemies shifted at once as they attacked. Hunter has no choice but to shift as well. With a low growl, he charged at the two werewolves plunging at him. He was able to rip the neck of the first one at the cost of the second werewolf digging his claws into Hunter's waist. Grunting he pierced his canines into the neck of his assaulter and ripped the piece of flesh out as its body fell with a thud. He couldn't scent that other guy who ran off with Silvia anymore.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.