Legendary Hunter Novels & Stories

These are assassins, wearing the dark leathers and carrying the blessed silver weapons that mark them as specialists in killing their own kind. Lior bleeds from multiple wounds, his curved blade lying several feet away where it was apparently knocked during the initial ambush. The vampire's gold eyes burn with fury and desperation as the hunters close in for what looks like a killing strike. "Kaelen sends his regards," one hunter says conversationally while positioning a silver dagger for a heart strike. "And his regrets that your loyalty proved insufficient to overcome corrupted nature." Lucian doesn't pause to think or plan or consider consequences. The incomplete form just moves, covering

All the guards pull their bows and arrows. They point them at me. They are going to fire silver arrows at me. They are going to kill me. But Hunter holds up a hand to stop them. I halt. The whole world stops. "I always knew you were destined to be a luna," Hunter says. Then I turn and run. I don't stop. I can't stop. I run out of my pack grounds, knowing I will never return. I run as far and as fast as I can. I run into the forest.

The room was stunned, and I couldn't blame them. Luke Hunter was a legend, a ghostly figure who few had ever seen in person. His reputation preceded him, he was known for his ruthless business tactics and unexplainable success. Although Ethan, his right hand man, was feared by many, it was the name Luke Hunter that inspired that fear.

And if I could read his reaction, he knew all about these hunters than he let on, or it must be written somewhere in Lycans and Werewolves’ books. “So the legend is true.” “The legendary werewolf hunter’s dead, Califf,” Zarah cut in. “This is a new group of hunters. Probably copycats or someone reestablishes the old guild. If I study based on what they do, they are highly trained mercenaries who probably had military backgrounds. They are humans who know your kind and hold grudges against you.” “There’s this new sheriff who knows about us,” I told Zarah. “When he came, an attack happened. Could he be one of them, trying to blend in so he could tell his leader about us?”

Still confused about what he is saying because my dad has never discussed this with me before he died. “ I told your dad to discuss it with you but he always tells me it isn't time for you to know. Now he is gone you have to know your lineage. Like I said you are from the generation of hunters. Your lineage has always been the leaders of the Hunter's. Now your dad is dead, you are to take over from him. The mantle has been passed to you. Hunters are the ones who hunt werewolves.” I sobbed as tears trickled down my eyes. I couldn't hold it

“A human?” “Not just a human.” I stepped forward, keeping the knife between us. “A hunter.” His lips curled into a sneer as he took a step toward me, his movements slow and deliberate. “You must be Riley’s pet.” His eyes raked over me, his grin widening. “I can smell him all over you. Leave it to Riley to fuck up this bad. A human? And not just any human—a hunter?” He barked a laugh. “Call it off.” My voice was steady, though every muscle in my body was coiled tight. “Whatever you’re planning to do to him, end it. I heard you, Liam. You killed Marcus, not Riley.”

He said. I just sat there completely in shock. Then I grabbed my champagne and chugged the class before setting it back on the table. Damien just smiled at me, trying to hide his laughter. “I don’t see how any of this is funny… Do you realize who I am?” I hissed. “Snow, trust me, I know everything there is to know about you.” He said. “No, I don’t think you understand… I am a Hunter. A VAMPIRE HUNTER… You are a Vampire. I’m supposed to kill you. Why would the gods make me your gifted mate? It just doesn’t make sense.” I said.

A male voice, that I didn’t know, asked. Looking up, I saw a male player, standing a few feet away. His character was a vampire, but he was wearing the armor of a Hunter. Hunters in this game were players that found pleasure in attacking other players for their gold pieces and items. Granted, only common items could be looted.

And he’d tracked Emily’s bloodline. In Rowan’s war tent, maps were unrolled and legends told. “The Hunter was created by the First Alpha’s enemies to erase the bloodline entirely,” Rowan said. “He’s not fully a wolf. Not fully human. He doesn’t stop.” Emily’s stomach twisted. “Then he’ll keep coming for me.” Alexander slammed his fist against the table. “Let him. We’ll end it.” But not everyone shared the same courage. One of the council’s younger members, Lena, tried to flee that night. She was caught at the border.

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.