Life Hunter Novels & Stories

Tommy immediately understood the flow of this strange conversation. "Listen, potato woman. In this organization, the entire Hunter is only thirty humans. And you're the 1456th who entered the organization. If only we didn't notice you as The Hunter in your coffee shop, sooner or later, you would be put into small pieces even though your bones can no longer be put together for an autopsy because of the devil's actions." Iris was silent with her mouth slightly open. She was a 1456th Hunter who entered the organization. A number that didn't matter to remember, and Iris immediately touched her forehead.

He touched Damien's hand and gently pulled mine so that his little hands rested right above ours. "All of us." Demiana glanced at Hunter's lifeless body with pain evident in her eyes. "What about Hunter?" She directed that question to Lilith. My eyes darted to Lilith who dropped her head rught after I caught the sadness and sorrow in her eyes. Hunter had been her good friend, other than Charlie. "A soul can only be revived once. I'm sorry" she whispered regretfully. All of us fell into silence. We suddenly heard the footsteps of two men walking forward towards us. I jolted my head where the two men were and instantly knew they were humans, wearing the same lab coats of the people from underg

she hissed, her amber eyes glowing, burning “You have nothing here. You’re a murderer.” The floor seemed to drop beneath me. My stomach twisted violently. “No,” I choked, shaking my head. “I-I didn’t know. They never told me who-” Hessa’s laugh was bitter, sharp. “You didn’t care to know. You’re an assassin of Cross. Don’t pretend you’re blind. You were trained to kill us. You are a Hunter. And hunters are what werewolves hate the most.” Hunter. The name I’d heard whispered in stories, savior of humankind, they said. Killers of supernaturals…

This is the second part of the Trilogy, which focuses on Hunter. Who's Hunter? Hunter is the firstborn son of the infamous Beast, a hybrid of an Undead and a werewolf. The rightful heir of both the Pack and the Deads. But he doesn't want to take over the packs yet. He wants to meet his mate first. He has been watching his parents' relationship all his life and at the age of 25 he's desperately craving a mate of his own. He yearns for what his parents have.

His fingers were smoothly gliding around his keyboard which I nodded to. "You should know that Hunter is smart but he has a weakness: the arrogant nature he has can be exploited. He has access to Lucas' mansion as he streams everything there. We couldn't find those cameras , so we tried to locate the source of any outgoing bandwidth". I said as I leaned over his shoulder.

The wind above the dungeon didn’t help my wounds at all, I covered myself with an item of clothing used by the one I strangled. I found an old hut inside Domlur and decided to go in to treat my wounds and to find an exit to this place. I sat on the ground and ripped my sleeves and tried to stop the bleeding by lightly tapping the cloth against my scraped flesh. Come to think of it, I’ve seen a lot of male werewolves but not female werewolves. I am into hunting for so long but I have never once hunted a woman. I tried to look outside; it may seem like a normal day with people walking around but this is all a façade.

“Are you a vampire, too?” I snorted, though my lips curled in disgust. “No, I’m not. I’m a hunter, Ver. I hunt supernatural creatures, monsters, anything that goes bump in the night, to keep humans safe.” “Monsters like me, you mean,” she whispered, fixing her eyes on the muddy ground.

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?”

This sentiment is quite understandable, as their lineage lacks werewolf genes, unlike the Valentines and the other retired families known as true-blood hunters. These true-blood hunters possess the coveted werewolf genes that set them apart. In contrast, families like The McKnights and the current hunters within the bureau fall into the category of Lesser Hunters. These Lesser Hunters were once fully human but have acquired supernatural abilities, somewhat akin to those of the true-bloods, through the use of Talismans. While they may not match the true-bloods in strength, they still manage to get the job done.

- Yes, Red, I found my true one, - the man smiled, imagining the face of a girl with incredible emerald eyes. - I have no words, because for the Hunter to find Liara... well, I don't even know... It's almost impossible to survive the explosion of an atomic bomb, while being at the very epicenter of the explosion. After all, Liara can give birth to a true Hunter, who does not need to go through a rite to receive the Gift, he will already be born with him. Such a Hunter will be different from all those who, unlike him, have passed this very rite. Strength, dexterity, hearing, sight and even magic, which the Elders who have lived for many centuries use to learn how to use it and completely subj