Micro Hunter นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I'll have to kill him." The new Hunters load the injured onto the truck, along with Winter's motionless form. They move with swift efficiency, like a team of supernatural movers. Mr. Aura approaches me, his footsteps as silent and menacing as a cat stalking a mouse. He unsheathes a stake, the wood glinting in the streetlights, and I know I'm in deep trouble.

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.

Hunt not knowing that was his later time of seeing the old man. Mr. Hunt brought out a silencer from beneath his reading table. He pulled the trigger.

They instinctively looked down. Then everyone froze. The pink, suggestive interface of "Goddess Hunter" disappeared. It was replaced by a cold black interface that looked like a tombstone. At the center of the screen, the photo of me that had been treated as prey vanished too. In its place was Gary's face, twisted with shock. Under his photo, blood red words slowly appeared. [New game activated, Scumbag Hunter.] [Target: Gary Zachary York.] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time.

He’s pouring me a glass of wine I didn't order. Maybe it will make my blood more palatable when he drains me. I’m beyond caring. A glass of wine seems like the least I’ve earned tonight. "I have no power over the actions of the hunters, but a site can be encouraged to hold no findings. I employ people who are very good at removing evidence. It's most of my payroll." "By dawn?" "Do you know what kind of monster it was?" "No. But I have a description. A twenty foot tall skeleton built from human skeletal remains. Silver bolts bounced off it. There were wolves involved with taking it down."

The hunter pulls out a weapon—a sleek, silver blade with intricate engravings that catch the light. Luke, in wolf form, is a blur of powerful muscle and fur, but the hunter’s movements are equally swift and precise. They dodge Luke’s powerful swipes with ease, their blade slicing through the air with deadly accuracy. Each strike and counterstrike sends shivers down my spine, the clash of wolf and hunter reverberating through the room.

Bryan was sure that Mr Ben would give in to their demands, being that this was the only lead to the Italian mafia that they had so far. Luis and Marco shivered as they entered the first room in the abattoir, which served as a cold room. The room was filled with the carcasses of dressed pigs ,that were hung with hooks at the end of chains, which were connected to beams that ran across the ceiling. They made their way through, till they got to a metal door at the end ,which they knocked at. Few seconds passed before the door was opened by two muscular men who frisked them, before allowing them passage into the inner part of the abattoir.

I followed the trail carefully, brushing past branches until I heard it, the soft shuffle of hooves, the low snort of a creature. Peering through a bush, I spotted them. A cluster of small, deer-like animals with shimmering eyes and sharp, spiked antlers. E-levels. Exactly what Maddox wanted us to hunt. I tightened my grip on the dagger. My palms were slick with sweat, but I forced myself to breathe. This was it. My chance to at least score a point. To not return empty-handed and prove Sophia right. I stepped out slowly, trying not to make a sound. But of course, luck wasn’t on my side. A twig cracked beneath my boot.

'We have company. As we crested the hill, the smell of humans wafted over to us. Humans and silver. 'Hunters,' Trevor gasped. We all pushed harder. I hardly had time to process the scene we came up to before Adair was leaping through the air, landing on the back of a man with a gun pointed between the eyes of a small, auburn colored wolf. Our claws dug down the length of his back, fangs sinking into the back of his neck. We leapt off his back. He wasn’t quite dead, but he was human. He wasn’t long for this world. I lunged around, launching at the youngest one. We almost felt bad as we ripped through his throat. He was only a kid, a life full of hopes and dreams ahead of him. But the silver b

More hunters begin pouring out of the facility. Avani swings around again, his tail slamming hunters, sending them flying into the forest. I hear several as they hit the trees, their hearts stopping from the sudden impact, their bones smashed to pieces. From the bit of light from the facility, I see something that nearly makes my heart stop. It looks like a harpoon launcher. When the contraption turns to face Avani, I can see that it already has a harpoon loaded. I hear the thunk as the harpoon is shot from the launcher and unlike the arrow, the harpoon whooshes through the air.