Micro Hunter の小説・ストーリー

Still, I had my reasons for keeping my new prisoner where she was. Hunter put the rabbit in the cage. We scanned the area, waiting for our next target. It took us a while before we spotted another prey—a small deer, moving cautiously through the underbrush. Hunter raised his rifle, sighting along the barrel, but the shot rang out wide, startling the animal. He missed. I threw my head back and laughed. That was all it took. “Do you fuck that weak too?” Hunter exploded. He tossed his gun aside, and in an instant, he was all claws, rippling muscles, and snapping teeth. We were rolling through the woods, fists flying, leaves and twigs crunching beneath us.

But before I could draw it, Something hard collided with the back of my neck. “Troublesome Hunter,” I faintly heard his deep voice grumble. Then, the world dissolved into blessed, silent black.

The hunter, savouring his impending victory, broke the lock on the chest and revealed its contents. "..." Everyone anticipated the moderator would sound the siren, concluding the tournament. However, an unexpected twist unfolded. The hunter's eyes widened in disbelief. "How?" The chest was empty; no moon-like object lay within. SHRRK! Some turned away as a stinger the size of two carts burst through the hunter's skull, ending his life instantly. Rufus staggered, blood drooling from his mouth. He wiped his lips, watching as the creature decimated a person's head. It stopped violently above the remains, the lion's head swallowing him like steak.

INTRODUCTION My name is Kacela. I am twenty-one years old, and I am a werewolf hunter. And I have a secret. I am a werewolf. I was raised in a family of werewolf hunters. My father, mother and older brother are all werewolf hunters, and I made my first kill when I was twelve years old. I am trained in weaponry and hand to hand combat as well as other skills that I use in the field, like tracking. I’m also exceptionally good at finding werewolves who don’t want to be found using a variety of techniques, but mostly common sense and computer skills. It’s a family business and it keeps us well employed and financially stable. We move around a lot because of it.

Crystal Snow POV I tried my best to show him, love, to show him that for me, he is more important than his money. But it did not work. Hunter was and still is the most hunted man from New York, a billionaire who can have everything and anything at any time. He was forced to marry me, a simple woman just because he needed to look good in papers like a married man and a loving person. I was easy prey because of my red and long hair like fire, my blue sparkling eyes and my slim body. I was just the perfect wife but in reality, for him, I'm nobody.

I grumbled. “Look, we can’t dance around this. We need to find this thing and either run it out of town, or kill it. I’d prefer to capture it so we can figure out what it is and how it might be affecting humans. So tonight, we hunt.” Jack groaned, but Mack smiled and rubbed his hands together. “Yes.” Charlie just watched me. “Where?” I tried to act casual. “It’s been sighted in the woods around the library several times. Let’s start there and see where the night leads us.”

“I can smell them!” Hugo pulled his lips back, hissing. The man's teeth turned sharp and pointed like shark teeth. He didn't have the two special fangs that vampires or shifters used to have, but Aryadi had known for too long that they were more poisonous than any other fangs. The Cursed suddenly darted towards the back door. Burhan gasped for a split second before darting after the holy blood hunter. Aryadi followed Barbara's adoptive father by turning into a black wolf in one jump. Burhan sped up his run until he hit Hugo and sent them both to the side of the road. Aryadi growled and lunged at them, using that moment to grab and drag Hugo's feet into the forest, avoiding the attention of o

Alexander grinned in return as, finally, they arrived on the same page. "Yes, Mell. It means he has his own written program that he can use to access secret information without getting tracked. And that, my friend, is your next job. Destroy that almighty program of his. Now, I suggest you start tracking it before he thinks of creating a program to block your script-" Alexander said but Mell paid him no mind as he immediately moved to grab his laptop and started to trace Ash program. But, before his program could finish processing his request, his laptop switched to a black screen of death with a very familiar voice looming in. "To the Black Clan,

wasn't being spied on or anything. All was clear. He took off his suit jacket and took out his cell phone from the inside pocket. He walked to the wardrobe and opened it. There was only one hanger in there. He used it to hang his suit jacket. He then took his other suit jacket which he had brought with him and hanged it over the new one. He went back to the bed and sat down. He opened up his backpack. He took out two sweaters, two underpants, two pair of shorts, some cologne, roll-on, earphones and his laptop. As he took the things out, he laid it on his bed, one by one, neatly. He then felt a couple of stitches along the back of the inside of his backpack. He tore it apart with his hands.

Kenneth looks at the young man. "Peter, come with me." Peter nods and the two of them go to the rooftop to see Carson. "Sir, there it is." Kenneth takes the binoculars and looks through them. He shudders when he sees the hunter. The hunter, a creature from another world. With a compact diamond-shaped body, they had four long sharp legs, each one able to pierce and cut steel with almost no effort. They had no eyes but they could see in any direction, giving them omnipresent vision. They glowed with a menacing purple color.