Manhwa Witch Hunter Mga Nobela at Kwento

"The Vessel girl! Hand her over and the rest of you live." Kai lunged at him, tackling the guy to the ground. "Over my dead body." They rolled, their fists and claws were flying on their back. I crawled forward, trying to help. Another hunter grabbed me from behind. His arm wrapped around my throat. "Gotcha! The witch pays double for the body." Pain flared in my neck. Then the heat in my chest exploded and green light burst from my hands, raw and wild. The hunter screamed as it hit him, throwing him across the room. He slammed into the wall and didn't get up.

Tanner argued, his voice slightly protesting. "Y-yes, but you heard? I hope it's another hunter," said Eruza while leading the way. They had met several times with the hunters, so they thought it was not one of them. Because as the chairman, he was obliged to know the abilities of his comrades and Eruza felt that their abilities might not take the game. On the riverbank, a hundred meters from the tree house, there was a rancid smell of blood that filled the area around the place. The two handsome young men were carefully skinning the White Tiger.

Witch hunter. A collective uproar works its way through the coven, with witches shouting out questions. Witch hunters are problematic in the obvious way of wanting to kill us, but also in the way they’re typically humans. Humans who’ve had some sort of run-in with witches before and know how we operate. They know the basics of spell casting and, more often than not, have amulets that block a witch’s power.

Who knows what happens next? After all, the Vire Queen had always been pretty unreadable and unconventional. She is a strong and powerful witch. And she can make any man beg on his knees just to avoid her wrath and anger. Apart from that, she also possesses that perpetual beauty that will never make her age and really give her a quality to remain a Queen for the powerful kingdom. But getting married with the young prince, what would that even give them?

It turned out that the carriage was empty. Emma shook the man's body to wake him up. Instantly the man opened his eyes and looked panicked. "Who are you?" the man asked with a frightened face and trembling voice. "We are Hunters. Witch hunters from Glaze. What happened?" Emma said. "Help! Help!" he clenched his hands together. "An old woman seems to be a witch, I...She floated towards us and attacked me. The witch took my master's daughter!" she replied stammeringly.

“It is kind of shameful that the hunters are now relying on witches. Even much disappointing that witches now do their bidding.” “Nani?” Tora had never that tiny bit of detail from the words of the night. Hunters hated every supernatural in their testament. Witches were no exception. So the fact that this dead one was inflicted with runes had her wondering. Hating herself for letting curiosity get the better of her, Tora begrudgingly walked over to the body whilst covering her little one’s sight with her free hand. Chase was right. The dead hunter was riddled with runes. They were about ten. It made her wonder if this one was even a hunter, to begin with. But the golden wreath insignia of th

“The important thing is that she knows this. Kruz and Kasper one of you needs to take a few warriors and see what you can find out from this witch.” “Okay, little sister,” Kruz said crossing his arms across his chest and narrowed his eyes at her. She glared at him and copied his stance. “Can you tell us where this witch is?” He questioned with a raised brow. “Well, I know the area where she’s located and descriptions so, I can show you where it is.” She smiled wide. Hunter’s face grew dark, “Oh hell no!” He bellowed. “There is NO way you are going to see some witch we know nothing about!” He gritted out, Taz was on the surface fighting to break through to protect his mate.

The man stopped playing with the lip ring as he smiled at her mocking before taking out a mana suction whip and aiming at her. Though Carla was able to dodge the whip, she knew that she was in trouble. This witch hunter was clad in magical resistant clothes and the weapons he was carrying with him were no joke as well, even if she was to summon a bit of her mana and then use a magic spell what was she going to do? What spell could she even use against a witch hunter who was fully prepped to take her down?

On it was the proof I'd been hunting for months. With a growl, I changed my arm to wolf form and lunged from cover. My claws cut across the nearest hunter's throat before he could fire again. The second hunter's gun clicked empty. I didn't give him time to reload, knocking him to the forest floor. "Where is she?" I hissed, pinning him down. "I don't know what you're talking about," he choked out. I pressed my claws into his neck. "Amara Kings. The witch-wolf. Where?"

He allowed her to approach and speak her mind which confused me the most. Aiden and I already informed Alpha Romulo the other day that a witch is going to help us. But he refused to hear our side of the story. That is how he came up with a shoot-to-kill order on Hunter Grey. "I can cast a tracking spell that will lead you directly to Hunter Grey," she added. The pack members became curious and eager to hear more about the witch's proposal. Some were in agreement, but others were hesitant, fearing the possible consequences if they trusted a witch.