Micro Hunter Novels & Stories

"You're one of us, right?" We heard footsteps approaching the bathroom and she immediately released me. We were standing in front of the mirror when the door opened and a blonde guy walked in. He was Aaron. He stared at us strangely and said, ``I thought i heard something, Miss Wilson." I looked at Cathy who turned to the other side. "Nothing. Get out of here. This isn't the male's bathroom." I yelled and he walked out. I turned and saw Cathy seething in anger. Her eyes had turned light blue and I went into her thoughts. 'Hunters.'

"Because you stereotype us as destructive beings just as you believe we see all humans are nothing. You are a hypocrite because you have no evidence that me, nor that girl, has done anything wrong to you, or caused any harm to any human." "He's just trying to buy time!" the hunter to the left of him said. "Shoot him!" The group didn't need any word otherwise. They all decided to try and shoot at once. One bullet clipped his right side as he was attempting to dodge them all. But it was too late. They caught onto his plan, but they were too slow in their action. While they shot, the doors that the alleyway had swung open. Miki and Jin grabbed two of the hunters and snapped their necks quickly

"The girl is mine." The Hunter scoffs, "You're clearly outnumbered." "Hahahah, you'd make a good comedian," Mr. Hogger teases. "Or maybe you just can't count," The Hunter counters. Mr. Hogger shakes his minigun."This gun shoots 3,000 rounds per minute. That's more than all of you combined, with change even." Sophia watches them from the net hanged on the tree. Her eyes are beaming with hope and her face with curiosity to escape. An echo rings joyously inside her heart: 'The Hunter is here.'

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.

I stepped around the wall, my eyes following him in shock. He reached our attackers before any of them could pull a trigger, taking them down easily. His combat skills were exceptional—swift, precise, and brutally efficient—I couldn’t help but be impressed. The way he moved was unlike anything I’d ever seen. However, watching him in the darkness and the dim lights, something seemed strange about him. I noticed something odd the longer I watched: Hunter’s fingernails were unusually long, his hands didn’t look entirely human, and somehow he looked...almost like an animal.

He said, and I looked at him. "Were you guilty?" I asked. I couldn't help myself. "Of course not. Marco told me that Giles is back, I think he is trying to finish up what he started twenty six years ago." McCain said, looking directly at me, and I smiled at him because I understood what he meant by the look he was giving me. "How are we sure it is Giles Hunter. No one has seen this man in twenty years. He had become a myth when I started hunting." Gavin pointed out, and Marco shook his head.

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.

“All right.” ------- The hunters could not believe that they had burst out into a busy city. It was early, but everyone was busy with their jobs. There are many restaurants around. There are also many vehicles passing on the other side. “A supernatural in a busy city,” said Damon. “Good for hiding.” “It’s exciting again,” Hugo said. “Find a supernatural in a human heap.” “What are we looking for, exactly?” Tyler asked. “A supernatural who eats the heart of his victim. And I think the human heart is his target in the busy city.” Kyra said.

Lukas was done when two people spoke “ I don't agree with her being our Luna” they said in unison “ What your reason” I can see he is trying to control his anger “She’s human.” They spoke in unison and people began t o murmur. “She’s a hunter.” “She’s weak.”

Wait on my next kill. Four daggers strapped to my sides, two on each hip for easy access… any close encounters. But my preference was the bow. Quick. Quiet. Allowing me the distance I needed. And I always took the kill shot. Less suffering. I only killed what I needed to survive. To get me through the harsh winter, dragging anywhere from six to eight months in these mountains. This was no sporting feet.