Micro Hunter Novels & Stories

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.

Without the noise of his devotion, I could see the exact angle of the Stalker’s rifle through the cedar logs. BOOM. The door didn't just break; it disintegrated. A high-frequency charge turned the wood into a rain of splinters. Through the smoke, the first silver-masked Hunter stepped over the threshold, his infrared lens glowing. I didn't scream. I lunged. I used the leaden weight of my stone arm as a club. I slammed the quartz wrist into the Hunter’s throat before his optics could track my 0.3-second lag. Crack. The sound of his windpipe collapsing was a dry, satisfying thud.

The snow tiger roared and increased back to its full size but the bullet hole in its head remained. The majestic tiger knew that its end had finally come, but it was not going down without a fight. Ice spikes began to randomly shoot out of the snow. Shorty, the last Hunter standing, began to jump around, dodging the ice spikes that came from below him. He jumped into the air, reloaded his rifle and squeezed the trigger in mid air. At the same time, a ice spear flew at him at high speed. Shorty was in the air and could not dodge. He raised his sniper rifle to his chest in a bid to block the high velocity spear. The ice spear penetrated through the gun and passed through Shorty's thick skin, e

When I get back to the pack, Ryder and Eric are standing in front of the burnt down pack house and are in heated discussion over something I can’t hear. I walk up to them, and they both raise their eyes to stare at me when I say angrily from between gritted teeth, “I have found the murderer and he is a hunter. A man in the woods, just outside of town. The thing is that he has silver and is no normal hunter, he is a hunter of our kind. He is the one who killed the pups because he has their dead bodies just waiting to be skinned and hung. There little feet rest around his neck on a necklace made of them.”

I scanned the trees in front of us and my eyes fell into the grass with rash movements, just near a chir pine tree. “Quinn, East!” I shouted as I felt something from the east running in our direction. Quinn nodded and immediately positioned her bow to release the arrow with poison. With a bolt, Quinn calmly let go of the arrow when a big brown werewolf appeared. This is our first time to see a brown-haired werewolf, most of the hunts we’ve been to have black or grey fur. “Brown?” Rendall asked as we saw the arrow hit its leg and growl in pain.

As I was trying to come up with a plan for taking down the last hunter on watch without being detected something came crashing out the window. It was one of the two hunters that were searching inside. The one I had just been planning on killing checked his friends pulse before cursing and jumping through the now shattered window. It seemed they found Mom and she was pissed. I could hear her wolf losing her shit. I jumped in just in time. My mom had her claws digging into the chest of the other hunter that had been searching the house. However she was not moving or completing the kill. The hunter who just came in from outside was holding a crying two month old Richard and in his other hand he

A man on foot had broken free of his hiding spot and was gunning it after us, running at an impossible speed. I didn't need to see the light sucking black surrounding his pupils, annihilating the whites of his eyes to know what he was. I could tell by the way his arms jerked as he bounded towards us, closing the gap between hunter and prey. I slipped my gun from the holster strapped to my thigh and let off three rounds the same instant the front tire ran a hole, jarring my shots and sending them wide. "Keep it steady!"

One day he decided to walk into the woods and no one has ever seen him since. My name is Lucas Harrison. I am considered the best tracker and hunter in the town. Not only animals but also Paranormal beings. All-day and all night, people in our town searched, lighting the way with flashlights and lanterns. Searching with dogs and carrying shotguns. It all seemed like a horror movie waiting to happen.