Is This Hunter For Real Novels & Stories

I whispered as fidgeted with my fingers "Well don't look so glum I'm here to give you a second chance if your willing to take it, it's your choice" "What do you mean" "I mean you have a choice if you wanna become a hunter, here we are at the hunter institute where we recruit and train people to become hunters to defend threats to the supernatural and human community " I just stared at him as he continued "There are also hunters that are part of an elite group called assassin hunters, they are few but they are the strongest and most powerful of all the hunters , chris here is part of that group", he glanced at chris then back to me "he's a vampire with special abilities one of them being he c

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.

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

His voice returned to the cold one she was used to hearing. "I think I can join you. I-I just don't... umm... have any clo-" Before the words finished leaving her lips, a hunters pair of trousers and a shirt was handed to her. "You will wear these. They are typical Hunters attire. You'll find it's easier to move and a lot less restricting than a dress." Turning to leave, he almost didn't hear her as she called his name.

But cold sweat started to creep down the back of his neck slowly as he clicked on the website address and waited for the web window to open. And Hunter's heart sank. The first page of the web is filled with his enormous photo and the most gruesomely written headings; HUNTER LOUISE THE HEIR OF LOUISE CORP. HAS FAKED HIS DEATH. Hunter's lips thinned reading the headline of the news. He scrolled down the screen quickly, looking at more photos of him in some of the most disgusting poses. The bitch was beside him, holding him possessively. He looks pretty stoned in that photo. He hugged the bitch back and kissed her bare shoulder. One of his hands was on the bitch's shoulder, and his other hand w

I have met a lot of people of his type back in my pack, and all I want to do at this moment is to get Holly and move away from this man as soon as possible. “Is there a problem?” I voice out, not easing up my look of aggression on him. I hope he leaves. This man reminds me slightly of Max, and what I need right now is something that does not remind me of him. The man looks startled, and he pauses before quickly recovering himself with a laugh. “Wow, sorry. I did not expect to get that reaction.” He clears his throat. “Hi, I’m Oscar. I’m a hunter in training. Say, are you interested in becoming a hunter? As a student myself, I can help you.”

“Let me tell you how this ends: I shoot you twice in the head and your fake husband comes to find you dead on your bedroom floor.” “No, please.” She pleaded. “And you know why I said he's fake? Because you don't have a husband, nobody could ever love you. Nobody. Because you're a psychopathic pervert who sexually abuses children she's meant to help. Who could ever love such a person, huh?” Hunter came to sit opposite her on the bed. “Next time you wanna lie to me, remember that I'm not dumb. You have no pictures whatsoever of you with anybody else, and you want me to believe you have a husband? Do you even have any children?”

What Hunter replied was circulating on the internet as a short snippet of the interviews and that’s why the friends were waiting for this particular part of the interview. Hunter paused for a moment, a calculated smile playing on his lips. Then, in a tone that projected false humility, he delivered his response. “I must acknowledge that the other contenders possess great excellence. Even Viaan Adams, who unfortunately could not uphold the standards of this esteemed organization, has impressive qualities and skills in business. That’s why he was initially declared the winner,” he admitted, his words laced with a manipulative charm. “But we sometimes forget that it is not just business skills

Why can’t I shoot? “Elena…” a deep baritone calls out from behind me and I whirl around to come face to face with Hunter. His jet black hair is slicked back, it is damp and he has clearly just taken a bath. Droplets of water stain his grey shit, creating little darkened spots. “Hunter!” I gasp. “I’m sorry, I know we’re not supposed to train at night but I’m not getting any better–“