Monster Hunter Crossover Novels & Stories

Christian opened his mouth to answer but he didn’t get the response out before a giant black monster jumped out from the tunnel they’d just been walking through, lunging for Scott’s back since he was the closest one to it at the moment. Opening fire, Christian shot the monster in the head and it fell to the ground. But it wasn’t alone.

said Cael. “Okay.” The three hunters said. “Hugo, be alert. You don’t have to fight up close. Be aware of those who are with us.” said Kyra. “Okay,” said Hugo. Damon and Raven even signed the cross. Cael quickly threw his boomerang, but it surprised them when the demon relaxedly avoided it. Even when the boomerang came back without looking, it avoided the boomerang. “How…” Cael said. Cael raised his hand to catch the two boomerangs.

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.

"Stay in the car." He's out of the car before I can move, my ears still ringing. When he looks up, I see them. Silhouettes emerging from the shadows. Kaziel straightens to his full height, his eyes glowing brighter. "Why are they—" "Stay down, dove," he utters, his gaze never leaving them. Everything happens at once. The first hunter lunges forward. Kaziel moves faster. He literally blurs. I hear the snap of bone and the grind of metal. One hunter goes down. Then another.

He doesn’t blink. Hunter: “Doesn’t matter. You’re on the list. Abomination.” He fires. The bolt is fast (faster than human). I’m faster. I catch it mid-air with two fingers, lightning crawling over the wood until it turns to ash. Celeste: “Rude.” He drops the crossbow, draws twin silver kukris, and moves (insane speed, perfect form). He’s not human. Not fully. Some kind of augmented hunter (blessed, cursed, rebuilt).

There was something dark, twisted, and primal about him, a monster consumed by his own hunger for power. I saw them from a distance—two massive wolves locked in brutal combat. Harris's black fur shimmered, coated in the blood of his victims, and his glowing eyes promised nothing but death. Kai, though larger, was bloodied, his fur matted from the countless wounds Harris had inflicted. The air between them crackled with energy, the final clash inevitable.

I needed to feed my monsters or there would be consequences. “Hi, handsome. Would you like some company?” I turned and saw an attractive blonde standing next to me. Perfect. I thought to myself. She wasn’t my usual but she would do. So I started my game again. Within thirty minutes she was walking out the door with me. We walked over to my car and I held the door as she climbed in. I smiled to myself as I climbed into the car and drove her to her death. This wasn’t how I wanted the night to end at least not with this woman but it would hold off my demons for now.

The Lighten coughs in blood trying to resist from the five beings. “This is hilarious! He really thinks he can still live after this.” Matteo grab the Lighten’s head and let him see the battlefield. “See?” The southern borders is covered with blood and corpses of the defeated battalion. The sand is all red, dark, and stinky. The battle has almost ended and the sight has brought pleasure to the victorious squad. “See?’’ “c-Cr-cro-crossbr-…crossbreeds…I-“ Matteo strikes him to death with his sharp stone mold. “That ends it here.”, Matteo satisfyingly said while looking at the dead Lighten.

“He crossed the rainbow bridge a few years ago.” “Oh, I see,” he answered. “And didn’t he come back?” She raised an eyebrow. Clearly, he had never come across that phrase before. “Um… what I meant was that… he passed away,” she clarified awkwardly and added, “so he’s not coming back, unfortunately.” “Oh!” He cleared his throat and smothered an embarrassed cough. “Yeah, I got it. It’s really sad when they have to go.” “Hmm” She lowered her eyes.

She forced the monster to divert its path, buying crucial seconds. Along the edge of the flood, Celine moved like a predator herself. Daggers flashed as she intercepted plunging timber and debris swept along by the current. She flipped a witch out of the way, shoved another behind a ward, and kicked a floating log back into the swamp. Every step was lethal, every motion a shield for someone else. Then the swamp darkened. A ripple in the water, a shadow, a shape more terrifying than any human fear—the High Hunter. Pale, massive, every muscle coiled beneath stone-like skin. Each stride pressed the water down with unnatural weight. Its glowing red eyes scanned the plantation, calculating, patie