Micro Hunter 소설 & 이야기

"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.

“You hesitate and it could cost you your life or the life of the hunters working with you.” I nod but I can’t focus on his words. I know the spiel. He’s said them over and over to me when he first started training me at five. By seven, he’d taken me on my first hunt. By 10, I’d killed my first wolf; a rogue that we’d tracked for weeks. We’d found him in a home, a woman dead beside him as he gorged on her flesh. It had been an easy choice…I hadn’t even winced when I pulled the trigger and ended the pitiful monster’s life.

“What for?” “We’ll hunt. And I’d be expecting high of you….” Kael had known Silvester Mcgarth, the leader of the White Hunter Clan and famous as the Dual-blade Master, only had one son. And what he’s seeing now was the living truth—the silver hair and grey eyes, a trueborn from House Mcgarth. Tristan licked his lower lip, then shrugged. “I lived my whole life… hunting high danger beasts.” “But we’re not hunting beasts, Tristan,” said Kael with a serious tone. “We’ll hunt beings worse than beasts—some treacherous rats who’re very good at hiding.”

There will be another hunting party before they declare the final winner hehe ***

He didn't appear to be upset to be joining his mate at all. Of the more than 3,000 omegas that had started The Hunt, only 243 were still unclaimed. That night, 243 Hunters returned to the castle and planned the next phase of their attack. Because, at this point in the game, their animalistic nature could do nothing less than attack.

It was just after 3am in the morning when Hunter arrived at the address which Adrian had sent to him a few days ago. He had come prepared with a crowbar, gun, and sharp knife, leaving no room for errors. The house was on the outskirts of New-York city, hidden behind tall hedges. Hunter stepped out of his car and quietly made his way up the driveway. He tampered with the security camera that was outside and switched it off before he unlocked the closed door with a crowbar and opened it quietly, not wanting to wake up his opponent.

I dived behind the heavy oak dining table, rolling and coming up with my sidearm. ​The Hunter was on the ceiling, his boots magnetically locked to the stone beams. He dropped toward me, the wire-blades whistling through the air. I parried with my rifle, the carbon-fiber barrel sparking as the wire sliced into the casing. ​"MALAKAI!" I roared.

Hunter excitedly looked ahead of them. There was a huge elk that was silently eating a bit of the fallen fruits from the tree. Its huge antlers were almost two feet long, spread out with sharp edges. “That looks like a good target,” Issac whispered crouching down. Everyone also hid behind the huge tree nearby. The elk glanced up as if sensing them. They went silent, looking at the prey. “I want to hunt it,” Hunter whispered with an excited grin. His hand was clutching onto a small dagger that they used back in the island.

'Let me get you out of here," Hunter didn't know how to carry her. He tried to see what he could do with the machete in her stomach. He reached for it and as soon as he grabbed it, he heard a noise. CLICK CLICK followed by the flash of a camera. He couldn't see the person behind it but whoever that was, took off running. Hunter chased the man. He slowly increased his pace ignoring the pain his whole body was feeling. Getting out of the house, he saw the man disappearing into the woods. He quickly took off. He ran to where he heard the branches of the small trees breaking off. He got nearer to the person by running as fast as he could and when he was a meter away from him, he dived at him sen

I had only seen Mildred and Garren shift, so this was new. Hunter wasn’t nearly as big as Garren, but he was bigger than Mildred. His scales looked rougher, and he had spikes lining his back along his spine. His talons were longer than the others, and his wings looked like they were tipped with ice shards. “Hunter is the last of his kind,” Mildred said low enough for only me to hear. “He’s beautiful. He looks like he is covered in pieces of ice.” I said in awe. She let out a laugh.