Micro Hunter Novels & Stories

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.

You must believe me. ‘I never said you have,’ the inspector said tonelessly. More silence followed. ‘You know ... I was watching this thing on Discovery channel last week,’ the inspector turned towards Rishabh. ‘Amazing stuff ... the honey badger versus the King Cobra. This badger fellow, he weighs about ten kilograms and his head rises about thirty centimetres above the ground. And then there is the cobra. Five metres long and a venom so poisonous, it can strike down a full-grown elephant with a single bite. No one confronts a cobra ... But this small fella, the honey badger is afraid of nobody. The snake hisses and bites but it doesn’t scare the badger. The snake goes into the hole and the

He found his way but reaching there, the place was dead silent. Noticing the unusual, he took cover. His instincts told him there was something wrong. There were no guards in the vicinity and not even voices speaking, and Hunter thought it somewhat strange being the Chief’s house. Whilst kneeling, he tried to pick up any sound but there was none. He crawled to a hut that seemed like a kitchen. Whilst heading there, he bumped into a dead dog. He checked the dog and figured it was poisoned. Now he was sure something was definitely wrong.

But the hunter pulled out something small and metallic. A device. With a blinking red light. My heart dropped. “Oh no.” The man’s smile widened. “Backup,” he said calmly. Adrian’s voice turned deadly. “You brought reinforcements.” “Of course.” He glanced around at the dozens of wolves surrounding him. “You think we hunt monsters without preparation?” The device beeped once. Then again. Darius’s voice cut through the clearing. “Adrian…” Adrian didn’t look away from the hunter. “I see it.” “What is it?” I whispered.

We arrived back at the large mansion with a few more boxes of silver bullets and the weapon I was to wear. Rem had decided it was a good idea to equip himself with a Hunter’s gun, one that would be much quieter to shoot than any normal gun. He hoped he wouldn’t need to use it or the silver bullets, but he erred on the side of caution.

He stated. Elder Mauritius blinked in surprise. “Keep them busy? Are you mad?” He scoffed curiously. But Quillion was already moving. He darted toward the fallen Hunters, snatching up a discarded crossbow and a handful of bolts. One of the standing Hunters aimed, but Elder Mauritius, summoning the last reserves of his strength, threw a dagger with uncanny precision. It struck the Hunter’s arm, sending their shot wide. Quillion rolled into position, aiming at the Headmaster. The gas was thick, obscuring his vision, but he focused on the glint of the necklace still dangling from the Headmaster’s fingers.

"Oh. I understand the plan now. Alpha Manuel." "Finally," I said quietly. "Riverside has some use to the great alpha. Aside from providing him with brides he can torture." The guard flinched. "Who's the best hunter in our pack Mitch?" "Aaron." his response was automatic from his mental files. "Success rate ninety-seven point three percent. Specializes in tracking wounded prey through adverse conditions. Can identify species from partial prints. Has never failed to locate a target in—" "Mitch." "Sorry. Alpha Manuel. Aaron is the answer."

he shouted, voice raw with emotion. But the room was empty. A broken chair. Torn ropes. Cold food left on the floor. Too late. She had been moved. Hunter growled under his breath, eyes scanning the room like a predator. He paced quickly, searching every corner, every shadow. And then—behind a nearly collapsed shelf—he spotted something: A tiny hidden camera embedded in the wall. Climbing up, he yanked it down. It was still warm, still powered. Attached to it was a flash drive labeled in messy handwriting:

Pioneer Square saw three weeks' worth of mangled bodies, each one ripped apart with the brutal accuracy that only a wolf who had lost all humanity could possess. I clenched my fingers over my customized Glock's silver-core rounds. The conventional silver weapons, such as blessed swords, ancient artifacts, and ceremonial nonsense that were impressive but took too long to deploy, were preferred by the majority of hunters. I discovered the hard way that you need something that functions faster than pretty when you're up against a two-hundred-pound killing machine with superhuman power and speed.

Ronan asked. The man flinched, just slightly, but it was enough. I saw it in his eyes—the moment he knew we’d caught on. I bent down, grabbing his hand and turning it to the side, exposing the faint mark etched into his skin. My growl rumbled in my throat. "He's a hunter." "Fuck," he hissed, the rope snapping as his claws swiped through the air where I’d just been. He bolted, but he wasn’t fast enough.