Killua Hunter Hunter Novels & Stories

...Sienna POV... This had to be it. The end was near. I could feel it. I was practically begging for my end to come. It had been at least two days since Hunter attacked me and left me here to die. I knew Hunter's reputation. He was the formidable Reaper. People rarely survived his wrath. Rather, he was given the reputation of the Reaper because of his merciless actions toward his victims.

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.

’ Kliara said to herself amused, feeling excited as though she had waited for this very moment all her life. “When will I become fully a hunter” she asked “When you have truly proven yourself” one of the members replied. Having telling Kliara all she need to know, all were dismissed, Kliara and Williams went for a walk. “Can i really become a hunter Father” She asked Williams curious to know what he have to say Williams ecstatic on how Kliara took the big reveal answered “You will make a fine hunter because you are my daughter and moreover you seem to take the news far more better than I did when I was your age” Williams jokingly added

Chapter 53 LAURA This moment each time it comes it's like a nightmare one that lingers forever I wait for a change in his countenance but everything remains blank, no surprise look no gawking no tellin no moving away, He seats still looking at me unfazed as if waiting for a bigger news, "Aren't you going to say Anything?" I ask him unsure if he heard me right, "I'm sorry what?" "I'm a hunter" 'so?" "I've killed a lot"

Racing towards my teams trap I didn’t notice when he appeared Infront of me, skidding to a stop I dropped down and narrowly avoided his clutches, I rolled to the side jumped up and got close enough to my team to know that he was surrounded. Our target Prince Dagon was a ruthless killer and thousands of years old, not that he showed it. I braced myself for his attack, but he paused and looked at me, confused. “Why do you run from me? You are my Bride.”

Hunter and Monki were in full swing in battle. After that, they caught a glimpse of Bona, who was wearing a Sailor Moon mask and had also come to join in the fun, out of the corner of their eyes. Bona was very strong. She was giving each person a punch, and there were people who suffered crushing defeats wherever she went! Hunter was anxious as he turned his head around and shouted, “Oh, leave two for me. Don’t kill them all!” When the killer who was fighting him heard those words, he was stunned.

I take a step, focusing on getting to the pack house where my fate will be decided, when I feel someone cock a gun behind me. “Halt!” My heart flips. That voice. It isn’t the first I was expecting to hear. A thick lump gathers in my throat, and my hands raise above my head as he commanded. I close my eyes as his footsteps begin to echo behind me, making my pulse race erratically. He stands before me, and I raise my head and meet his smoky green eyes. Hunter. The son of Alpha Moon’s third Luna. The strong warrior and biker who handles the pack’s security affairs.

"Uhm... am I interrupting something?" "No, this wasn't working anyway." Hunter pointed at Kali. "You're Kali, right?" He walked over and took her hand in his. "I'm Hunter. I know you, but we're meeting for the first time. I like your vibe. I need you to talk to your friend for me." Kali blundered. "You can say that long of a sentence? And..." she chuckled. "Hunter? What's that?" "Exactly what I was thinking," Clea murmured.

Claire interrupted, “What exactly is a Hunter?” He took a deep breath, steadying himself. “A hunter is a type of human who was or is a Mythical bounty hunter. They have enhanced skills; fighting abilities, enhanced senses. I think one or both of your parents were Hunters. Especially after seeing you in action. Haven’t you ever wondered how you could fight and keep up with the wolves and vampires in your coven and pack? Love, you ARE A HUNTER.”

That’s the way the ritual is set up. It sucks, though. I don’t like standing back here and watching. I want to help. I want to be in the thick of things, showing my new mate what I’m capable of. I’ve never killed a Moon Caster before—nobody does until after age twenty-three; only those who are of age go on the hunts. But I’m sure I could do it. Kaely doesn’t have any trouble without me, though. The fight only lasts a minute. Then the Moon Caster is on the ground, blood pooling beneath him, eyes staring at nothing.