Hunterxhunter 37 Novels & Stories

*** Abraham Van Helsing, the Dutch vampire hunter, had once had an apprentice whom he admired and held in high regard, long before he even considered the holy order as a potential calling. Helsing betrayed his apprentice and thought he had disposed of him. However, the tales surrounding this event were shrouded in insufficient recounting and relied solely on rumors. Higgins, renowned for his extraordinary ability to communicate with the dead, was known as the Necromancer Hunter. His expertise lay in influencing the living through the use of the deceased as conduits. His discarded body had washed up on the shores of a massive island housing several packs of werewolves, one of which belonged t

"The girl is mine." The Hunter scoffs, "You're clearly outnumbered." "Hahahah, you'd make a good comedian," Mr. Hogger teases. "Or maybe you just can't count," The Hunter counters. Mr. Hogger shakes his minigun."This gun shoots 3,000 rounds per minute. That's more than all of you combined, with change even." Sophia watches them from the net hanged on the tree. Her eyes are beaming with hope and her face with curiosity to escape. An echo rings joyously inside her heart: 'The Hunter is here.'

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.

I don't. "Put something on, for god’s sake." "My pants are confetti somewhere in those trees. Knock yourself out looking." "I'm not looking for your pants." "You don’t seem to be having any trouble looking at my dick." "I did not." "Hunter." His name still lands, three weeks running, every single time. "You absolutely did." His jaw sets, that muscle going under the stubble, and the worst part of me reads it as a point on the board and immediately wants another.

He shouldn’t have strayed off the path, curiosity killed the cat, and now because of it, instead of finally resting back at the house, he was stuck between three ridiculously tall beings, one of which he planned to murder. Luckily, Luca began conversing with Hunter. Well, it wasn’t much of a conversation, more of Luca talking and Hunter nodding or shaking his head. Hunter talked as much as Xavier if not less. Maybe not even at all? He certainly never heard the male speak before and was quite intrigued by what he’d sound like. Not at the moment though cause Luca and Hunter had just outright gone and left him and Xavier alone. Xavier was getting his scabbard for the sword dangling around his w

“Are you scared already? Are you afraid of going to hell? ” Before Amira could answer, she entered the portal and did nothing. Loud shouts echoed throughout the area, along with Luther’s loud laughter. --- The other hunter left and left Tyler, Josh, and Kyra still unconscious. Luke, Cain, and Beatrix looked at the monitor while looking for an available CCTV or camera in the area. A few moments later, they saw what was happening in the area where the hunters were going. “Raven’s a cured hacker. I can’t believe he made your job easier on Beatrix,” said Cain.

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”

The vampire that killed Ethan blurted out but his calm expression was broken into one of fear. “You are the vampire that hunts vampires!” This realization forced him to immediately try and retreat but that was not possible because the only thing that left that position was his body, not his head. The difference in their ability was that vast as he had been decapitated before he even realized that he was without a head. “Vampire hunter? That’s vulgar. Please, call me Liam,” The man said to the head in his hand.

INTRODUCTION My name is Kacela. I am twenty-one years old, and I am a werewolf hunter. And I have a secret. I am a werewolf. I was raised in a family of werewolf hunters. My father, mother and older brother are all werewolf hunters, and I made my first kill when I was twelve years old. I am trained in weaponry and hand to hand combat as well as other skills that I use in the field, like tracking. I’m also exceptionally good at finding werewolves who don’t want to be found using a variety of techniques, but mostly common sense and computer skills. It’s a family business and it keeps us well employed and financially stable. We move around a lot because of it.

He grunts when his back hits the ground and I let go of his leg. I go stand with my head over him. "Need some help beta hunter? " I ask and he laughs in pain before standing up. He goes and stands in front of me again. "Three out of five," He says making all three of us laugh. "Are you sure?" I ask him. "Just give in already, Hunter. You are making a fool out of yourself." Axel yells to Hunter. "No, I am just warming up," Hunter says getting ready to attack again.