Monster Hunter Frenzy Novels & Stories

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

CHAPTER 32 Camryn's POV It was the seventh match. A Stage Two Hunter this time, facing something that looked like a mass of writhing tentacles with too many eyes. The fight lasted longer; the Hunter actually managed to land hits before one of the tentacles caught his leg and slammed him into the ground. It was hard enough that I heard bones break from here. He didn't get back up. Henry Montague was celebrating, collecting winnings from whoever he'd bet against. His group of nobles was getting louder with each match, drunk on wine and violence.

I know his frail mind will have a hard time comprehending so I let him digest the information for a bit before I got bored of his bulging eyes and hung open jaw “Or do you need me to kill half of your pack members before you finally believe that I'm the Monster Alpha Fenrir everyone is talking about?” I snapped at him. I saw goosebumps go up his neck as the carriage rocked us all side to side because of the sudden halt. “What?!” Hunter exclaimed, a petrified expression slowly claws at his face. “You want to massacre your own people?" He was appalled as if it wasn’t impossible. If I could slay half the people who did absolutely nothing to me, then killing people who looked down on me would be

In the center, chained to a massive iron stake driven deep into the rock, was the monster. Up close, he was even bigger than he looked from the tower. His shoulders came past my waist, a hunch of muscle and scar tissue. His fur was a thick, coarse mat of black and grey, matted in places where old wounds had healed over. His head was the size of a beer keg, jaws lined with teeth that belonged in a paleontology museum. Fenris. As soon as we entered, he surged to his feet. The chain rattled, a sound like grinding bones that echoed off the stone walls. He let out a bark that shook the fillings in my teeth—a sound of pure, primal rage.

The dim red lights in the tunnel reflected off his four black glossy slanted eyes. It was the tunnel’s dim red ceiling lights that helped Olivia see the monster’s pitch-black eyes. Those eyes were peeking through the leveler’s gated door, focusing on Olivia and Lukas. Olivia had a Beretta M-12 submachine gun strapped to her back, but her paralyzation wouldn’t let her reach for the gun. She could sense the creature’s wrath, and she knew that shooting at him would only make him angrier.

“You’re a monster. Wolves kill humans. I saw my mother die at the hands of a rogue.” His jaw tightened. “And I saw my brother slaughtered by hunters. We are even, then?” The words cut deep. "Wolves are monsters, and I will die protecting humans from your lot." she offered. "You don't seem to be doing a very good job of it little hunter, offering me water."

I stay silent. He grips harder, pulling until my scalp burns. "You think staying quiet will make you look innocent?" he spits. "You're a fucking monster. An abomination. Everyone knows what you are." My jaw tightens. Ares growls. 'Let me kill him. Just one. Just this one.' I exhale slowly, already feeling the bloodlust stirring. The interrogator laughs under his breath. "You really don't get it, do you?" he says. "Things aren't looking good for you."

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

The hunters stumbled back as his laugh started — soft at first, then louder, broken, feral. He looked at them through the dark and whispered, “You should’ve killed me before the moon rose.” The chains rattled once. Twice. Then snapped like brittle glass. He stood, the silver burning his wrists, smoke rising where metal met flesh. His body shifted — bones stretching, muscles twisting, teeth lengthening. A monster born in gold light and silence. “You guys,” he said, voice deep and distorted, “are out of luck.” The first hunter fired. Fenrak moved faster than the flash.

The translucent screen remained invisible to Darren, who could only stand by and patiently wait for the results. Ding! {Monster Core Calculation in Progress...} A few seconds later, another notification appeared. {Congratulations, Host. A total of 1,148 monster cores have been obtained.}