Monster Hunter Rise Stories Novels & Stories

“Tell me what you know.” Rahl leaned closer. “The first kill is a pivotal moment, as it awakens something primal in them. Many hunters call it ‘The Beast.’ Something in them craves the thrill of the hunt and the taste of enemy blood and battle. It’s what fully unleashes you as a hunter.” The feeling she had during the fight came back to her. It was both exhilarating and terrifying. But how long until her ascension? After the fight, she expected it to happen right away.

Flames leaped from its jaws and flickered in its eyes as the monster unleashed its fiery spells upon anything that crossed its path. ---- Note: Do you want to see the visuals of this story? Follow our Ins-tagramm account: @sagastories.id. By the way, this story is available as a comic/w*****n. Just look for the same title "The Alpha's Replacement Bride" on W e b t o on app.

The werewolf packs fear us. However, the only pack we've not been able to attack is the Luna pack. This is because of their largely numerous number. Elijah is my sworn enemy and I plan to be king of the woods once I have discovered enough rogues. I have known too much suffering, enough to not show any mercy to any creature. I used to think about having a soulmate sometimes, but I have given up on it. I have to stay focused now. I have to become king and take my revenge on those creatures that did me wrong.

He walked over to my desk and placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder before he leaned down and softly touched his lips to my cheek. “I finished it,” I said with a proud smile. Xander’s eyes narrowed in the manuscript's direction. “May I?” I nodded and followed Xander’s hands as he took the book and flipped the pages. Not a single one of them was blank. I had filled everything from cover to back. Xander’s eyes shadowed when he read the last few pages. They were about the war at White Birch. That was the part of the story no one ever wanted to tell. I gathered some bits and pieces, but nothing substantial enough to have a clear picture in my mind. Because of that, I had filled most of it with

I rose to my feet and within a flash I was at the throng of hunters as they continued to try and smash their way through to kill the humans. My arms flung at them in a rage as I grabbed them, one and two at a time, throwing them in every direction until their bodies crashed against the hard trunks of the trees. The roar still sounding from my mouth as I ripped across their faces and torsos with my nails and clamped my mouth around their necks, tearing away their skin until they bled to death. The furious craze was burning my chest and the only way I believed in this moment would ease it, was to kill as many hunters as I could.

"I was taken prisoner by the Dessert Moon Pack after they annihilated my clan. I didn’t know why they did that. They take women from my pack and sell them to scary people. And that’s how I got into Alpha Hunter’s convoy. I was gifted to him, thinking that they could use me as a good breeder for him. Monica's story stoked the anger I already felt against Alpha Hunter. "Monsters!" I snarled as I glared at the green horizon in front of me. Monica stayed silent, rocking herself back and forth as if comforting herself from the pain that she was suffering. I bit my lower lip hard as my throat tightened, and yet I refused to break in front of her. I have to be strong. "I believe as long as we stay

one hunter whispered, his voice trembling. I tilt my head, a cold smile spreading across my face. “I’m here to get what is mine,” I growl, my voice coming out deep and distorted. The hunters scramble for their weapons, but I don't give them a chance. I lunge forward, my claws tearing through the first man who dared to attack me. The fight that follows is brutal and swift. The hunters, despite their numbers and experience, are no match for my newfound strength. My movements became a blur, a storm of claws and fangs that left destruction in my wake.

“Our family was never known to birth monsters.” Xavier was about to say something more like “but your father is a monster” but just then, he realized that by ‘monsters’, she meant ‘ugly.’ He frowned and stood up slowly to his feet, clutching his abdomen in pain as he rose up. “It’s shocking that you are still alive,” Rhea said. “Maybe Ozark didn’t drive his spear deep enough? Or maybe it wasn’t you he killed. Maybe it was your father in you, who knows?”

I swear I hear bones breaking. “Go home little boy.” Tristan says as he rubs his hands and starts to walk away calmly as if nothing just happened. He is a strange guy. I guess this insult hurts Caleb even more, Instead of him abiding, he runs to Tristan in force, taking his claws out and aiming for Tristan’s neck. I don’t even know what happened, but all I saw next was blood spurting and Caleb’s head rolling on the ground.