Life Hunter Novels & Stories

A loud thunderclap awakened me in the middle of the night. I tried to open my eyes even though my eyelids were heavy, and my body ached as if it was about to separate the joints. After struggling for a while, I finally became a little more awake. Since I joined the werewolf hunter organization, this is the first time I've fallen into this predicament. As a hunter, my eyes also have a few advantages over an average human. Like now, even though I'm just in a closed, dark space, it's still enough for me to see everything thanks to the faint light emitted from the round lamp hanging above my head.

With the quick flick of her wrist, I feel warm blood seep from my neck. “What are you doing?” I squirm trying to get free. For all I know I’m laid out on the table to be her sacrificial lamb. She brings a small vile to my neck, holding it against the skin she collects some of the blood. Then caps the tiny bottle and shuffles back across the room. “I have seen what has passed and what is to come. Life and death. Death and life. The destiny of the chosen one is determined by your Hunter – Son of Lycaon.”

“My hunger partially quenched, I began to realize the depth of my situation. I had heard campfire talk of creatures that roamed the night, immortals that survived on human blood. I raged in anger and ran further from the camp. I might not be able to reach Valhalla, but I would not deprive another soldier of his glory. I learned to sleep during the day, hidden away under fallen brush where the scalding sun could not torture me. At night, I would hunt to fill my belly, but the want of human blood was driving me towards madness. “I lost all interest in the war my brethren fought. The only thing I craved was blood. The lack of it drove me to the brink of insanity. As soon as I feasted, I

Yes, it's crazy but it is fascinating as a fantasy genre author to see their imagination come through. It's crazy how before my parents died, I used to live in that dream to excite my life, but now, after they're gone, everything's changed and it's now a reality. I listen to Sebastian Hunter. "There is so much that Human beings don't know, that they have forgotten, that they are blinded towards, and yes, you are included, but I can't just hide it away from you. I don't know why, but you're different, Ana and for that, I am telling you this." He gulps, taking a pause, "what you Humans have forgotten is what we, Hunters, are trying to make remembered by making this abominable creatures regret

Hunter and his mother, Terra, knew that Deirdre is nowhere safe for the heir of the Lornn Tribe. Ever since Kieran arrived in Hunter's residence in Vesta, Hunter took care of him and treated him as his son. Eric Travis, Ailene Ricca, and Levi Lewelyn were also there. Levi didn't mind, though since he really wouldn't mind if you, in turn, leave him alone.

Mariana explained with a heavy sigh. “A hunter bitch left a trap in the old mall the clan lives in? And you said this was over a month ago? She wouldn’t happen to have been an Egyptian bitch?” I asked, my sister, having my full attention. And given that Khalid was in my space, the call had his too. “Exactly. And Adio scumbag.” Mariana snorted. I want to tell her that Adio hunters aren’t all scum, but Khalid seems to be the only exception. I don’t count his sister. She’s a werewolf hybrid, not a hunter.

Luckily I wasn't far from an Academy where I was able to get stitched up and a blood transfusion. I’m not always the luckiest person, sometimes I get myself into situations that I almost don't make it out of... But that is the life of a Hunter. The life that I chose when I was 12 years old, the life that I had lived ever since. I stepped into the bath, and slowly lowered myself down into the steaming water. I exhaled as I let the hot water wash over me, taking my troubles and tension with it. The water turned a light shade of pink as I rinsed my hair and I realized I had blood in there too, I just couldn't see it.

Irina We took our places on the small stage where we normally had our meals and Hunter turned to look at his people. He waited just a moment for them all to calm down and be quiet before he started. “You all know why we are here. Our Luna has asked me to mark her and you all know how long I’ve wanted to do it, but that I was scared I would lose her when she turned. It has been brought to my attention that the old wives’ tale that humans could die has been hugely exaggerated. It is possible that she could die, but it’s not such a huge possibility as I originally thought.” My usually very articulate Hunter was rambling and, for the first time today, I noticed how incredibly nervous he was. I s

“Our souls don’t break.” “What?” I scoff, “What the hell are you talking about? You have made it quite clear that they do. You have said that too many cracks can tear someone apart, like what almost happened to Neah.” “Hunters,” he sighs. “A Hunter’s soul doesn’t break.” “How is that even possible?” “It’s the way we are born. Maybe it is why I can see souls so well,” he shrugs. I look over at his glass. He has only had a tiny bit of brandy and slowly swills the liquid around the glass.

“In Darkness’s underground city. They were psychics. He told me they were, but not strong enough for his purposes. The bodies were piled up, and I could see half-formed babies, some fully formed, all dead. When those women died, they were lifemates, weren’t they? Lifemates to some of the hunters waiting.” “More than likely. The loss was felt deeply. The souls will be reborn but there is no way of knowing if the hunters can hang on that long. That was part of Darkness’s plan. If he takes the lifemates away, destroys them, more hunters will turn, helping him to create a larger army.” “If they know they’ll be reborn…” “There is no way of knowing when they will be reborn. What century. Where. Th