Micro Hunter Novels & Stories

kay, so he gets points for having more skill than I would give a hunter credit. I always figured hunters used whatever bits of magic they picked up to hunt us down and find new inventive ways to kill us. Though I suppose being able to disguise themselves as well as Khalid’s Clark Kent glasses would help them better infiltrate and make stealth kills if their target could recognize them.

Abruptly his hands got twisted at an odd angle and he tried to fight the invisible force but failed. The guy was thrown in the air and the next thing his back hit the tree, his bones twisting painfully as that dead body fell on the floor. Hunter stumbled wincing in pain as one of the f*ckers was able to claw at his back taking advantage of his distraction. It could be Agatha, he thought. Hunter killed the f*cker who was on top of him and that was when his eyes fell on the flicker of caramel skin behind the trees far away from him.

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.

"I'm ready. Show me what you do here." Dustin cleared his throat and pointed at a table covered in a cloth. "So, um...this is kinda what we've been working on." He dramatically pulled away the cloth, revealing a sleek, high-tech microscope. "Ta-da! Our pride and joy. Okay, maybe not joy, but it's definitely advanced." I approached the microscope, intrigued. "And what's so special about this?" Hunter stepped forward, his demeanor more serious. "This microscope isn't just any microscope. It's equipped with cutting-edge technology for detailed genetic analysis. We use it to study DNA, identify mutations, and delve into the molecular intricacies that can lead to diseases."

We walked and jogged for a solid two hours, all we could see is the white snow and the dead forest, we took another step, but then I heard a twig breaking behind me, I stood still, Micah walked right into me, he stopped and huffed looking at me annoyed, but I only shook my head at him, I heard another step on the snow, one that wasn't ours, my ears laid flat on my head, listening to the sound, it was coming from my left, I turned there, seeing a deer, he looked to be young. I pointed to Micah, he only nodded, I know now he's bad at hunting, but I need to do this on my own, he could help once I get him pinned down, I bent my knee and made sure that the deer couldn't see me, I was hidden with

Timothy unlocked the safe and I immediately reached past him to grab my rifle. I slowly met each one of their eyes. “Count to ten and come find me.” I dashed towards the woods and after glancing behind me to make sure they weren't there, I darted to the left. I ran all the way to the deer field and scaled a tree. I made sure that I was completely concealed. I kept my breathing light and shallow. I waited until I heard them moving through the woods. I scouted the area until I found them, walking carefully through the woods. Timothy lifted his hand and pointed to the left, before pointing to the right. I almost giggled, barely catching myself as I watched them really try to hunt me down. I mad

The young technician's eyes widened in horror. "No... Boss, please! I swear it won't happen again! Please!" His desperate cries echoed through the mansion as two guards dragged him toward the back door. Tyler walked over to the bar and calmly poured himself a glass of whiskey. He took a slow sip. A few seconds later, a single gunshot echoed from outside. The room fell silent. No one dared react. Tyler set his glass down and adjusted the cuff of his sleeve as though nothing had happened. “Book the jet.” "For California, Boss?"

“You’re not hunting. I’m hunting. You’re watching. You’d better get up a tree or something, though, so you don’t scare the game. That way you’ll be able to see what I’m doing.” I nod and scale the nearest tree. Perched in the low branches, I keep still and do my best not to make any noise, watching as Milo conceals himself in a cluster of bushes. I see right away that what he’s particularly skilled at is keeping himself out of sight. I almost lost track of him myself. If I hadn’t seen him go into the bushes, I wouldn’t know he was there. It must have been a skill that proved very useful to him when he was living on his own, with no one to watch his back.

“You may follow the marked paths, but you are not required to remain on them. If you reach sanctuary before sunrise, you must cross fully through the temple doors before claiming protection.” His gaze hardened. “Standing near the boundary will not save you.” A nervous laugh came from somewhere along the line. No one joined it. “If you are physically restrained by a hunter and he declares his claim before an official witness, your Hunt is over.” Aldric turned toward us. “Hunters may claim only one participant. Once declared, a claim cannot be abandoned or exchanged.” His eyes moved across the Alphas. “No hunter may cross the white boundary until the second horn sounds. Anyone who leaves early

Micah alerted his pack. Micah sensed a group of at least twenty men. They crept through the forest, and some of their scents were undetectable, but Micah could see farther than most wolves. They were armed with weapons specially designed to kill werewolves. “‘Member,” Micah heard one of them say, “No killing Duche boi. We take ’em alive.”