Manhwa Hunting Game Novels & Stories

Yenn glared at him. “Well, you can scheme! Don’t forget that ‘Arcs of Shion’ is a novel-based game! You really did well as a scheming character!” “Scheme? Why would I fucking scheme just for a fucking meet up?!” “Cause that’s the person you are” “The fuck? Then why would I embarrassed myself just to hide my fucking identity?” “Of course, you don’t want anyone to find out!” Jiwoon insisted. “Fuck man, you, even if I’m that fucking Creator! I won’t try humiliating myself wearing that sheepish clothes!”

@dog_food_cicada__: "Ok! for the people who want context. Here you go: Recently, There was a collaborative hunt organized by the Green boards. Four major clans took part in it: Clan Gaia, Clan Ghost Ravens, Clan Phoenix Gods, and the White Clan as well. However, none of them anticipated that this would be the most embarrassing hunt of their life. Apart from these clans there were several individual and clanless parties also joined bringing the total of 157 hunters. Now the interesting part is that one of those clanless parties was called 'Eye of Rha'. I don't know exactly what this party was thinking but on that day they were out for blood. There were a lot of things that happened that day.

Hunter asked, and the two ignored him. "What are you reading exactly? Is it romance? Action?" Edgar inquired. Joel answered after a yawn. "Sport anime, Haikyuu. I finished it." Then he yawned again. Yawn is something contagious. Just seeing him yawning made Edgar and Hunter did the same. “A werewolf reading human’s sport anime, that’s very odd,” Edgar laughed. “It will be more funny if a werewolf is reading romantic story,” Hunter added. As soon as he said that, the person standing in front of the line dropped a book.

The image of a small, unassuming shop, its sign a single, wilting rose. The game had changed. They were no longer just waiting and running. They were hunting. Together.

But it wasn’t the monster that had my heart stopping in my chest. It was his eyes. “Ronan,” I breathed, barely recognizing the sound of my own voice. The wolf didn’t hesitate. He lunged, his claws slicing through the air as he slammed one of the hunters into the door with a sickening crack. The man crumpled, his body limp, his gun clattering to the floor. “What the fuck is that?” another hunter yelled, his voice cracking with fear as he aimed his weapon at Ronan. Before he could fire, Ronan was on him, pinning him to the wall. The man slumped, lifeless, as Ronan turned to me, his blue eyes blazing.

“But if that’s the case then how do you know about that?” “…(sighs)… Like I said earlier… I’m well-informed.” “Then I guess you would probably be some kind of underground mafia who hunts Yokai?” “Mafia…Hmm, wrong word. It’s not even an organistion.” “Then…?” “Let’s just say we’re a small hunting group.” “Hunting? And what does it have to do with me?” “You’ve died once just recently. Am I wrong?” “No, you’re not.”

No—worse. A hybrid. My stomach churned with rage. How had they followed her here? How had they gotten past our guards? I crept ahead, claws burning to tear apart. From the back of the row of huddled trees, I saw movement—too wide to be Elinda's, too crouched-over to be human. They were hunting her. And if not for coming here. My lip folded, stiffening to create a snarl. I must attack. Finish it now. Defend her without allowing her to see the blood.

The vampire that killed Ethan blurted out but his calm expression was broken into one of fear. “You are the vampire that hunts vampires!” This realization forced him to immediately try and retreat but that was not possible because the only thing that left that position was his body, not his head. The difference in their ability was that vast as he had been decapitated before he even realized that he was without a head. “Vampire hunter? That’s vulgar. Please, call me Liam,” The man said to the head in his hand.

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.

A silly little game, that is all it was supposed to be but it turned to so much more. It was four years ago and I was fourteen. It was my brother's going away party. At sixteen male werewolves go to academy to serve in the military and prepare for their adult roles in the pack. My brother Bo and his best friend Drake were leaving the next day. The adults had already called it a night and the teenagers had somehow ended up in the basement playing truth or dare, typical dumb kid stuff. When it came to Drake's turn, he was challenged to draw a name from a cup and go play seven minutes in heaven with them. He drew my name. I had always had a crush on Drake and this was my chance. He was gorgeous