Monster Hunter Stories 3 Novels & Stories

It was warm, laced with a distinct Owerri accent, and entirely alive. "If you are listening to this, it means the network has failed you," my mother’s voice vibrated through the horn, making my chest tighten with a sudden, suffocating grief. "Chiamaka, my beautiful girl... if you are reading the sands, you must understand that the Third Root is not a weapon of defense like the Shield in Cross River. It is a long-range Broadcasting Hub. It was built to transmit the 'Sequence 0' across the atmosphere, to reset the human mind to its original, uncorrupted frequency before the Vanes began their biochemical coding." I leaned against the stone table, my tears cutting clean tracks through the red de

One of my fingers carefully slipped his tight hole to test if it was well lubricated. Then two. His breathing became quick and shallow. I added one more finger to make it three and he began to tremble beneath me. His moans were muffled against the mattress as I worked his hole open with extreme patience, even though my own cock was throbbing painfully. "Alessandro, I-I..." he stammered. I stopped and looked at him. “What is it? Tell me.” “I... I need—” He paused because his voice shook. “Yes?” He said nothing.

I asked. The hunter lifted his head and spat. It landed near my shoes. I didn’t move but my eyebrow twitched a bit… These shoes were expensive. “You monsters don’t deserve to live,” he snarled. “Return what you stole” he said. “And what is yours?” I asked. He scoffed “with or without the precious mineral, we are going to eradicate you” Graham laughed, low and delighted, before driving his fist into the hunter’s ribs. The crack echoed.

She continued to shriek at him like a madwoman until he finally lost all patience and shouted back at her, "You know nothing! Do you really think you'd be happy spending the rest of your life with him? I did it for you!" That made me chuckle. To think he was actually claiming that he did it for her sake. How hilarious! He really was a lunatic. Natalie continued pounding him. "Why did you lie to me? I trusted you so much!" Meanwhile, after hearing the truth, the victims also lunged at Harvey. I turned away, listening as Harvey's anguished screams rang out from behind. He suffered the same fate I did in my previous life. They broke his legs, and blood poured down his head.

“But there are levels to this game, Henrique.” I took a step forward. “Return the shipment you hijacked. Or be ready to be torn alive.” Henrique spat on the ground near my boot. He laughed, taunting me. “Go on. I dare you. Do your worst.” I tilted my head. “As you wish.” I didn’t even have to signal. The clearing erupted into a total disorder. Bodies collided; the sound of fists hitting the enemy’s flesh; the snarls of wolves filling the air.

The hunter howls into the night as Kael's jaws close around his wrist, and crackling bone echoes. "Kill the monster!" the third hunter shouts, drawing out his own silver blade. "Before he seals the bond!" But it is no longer the trapped, weakened creature they expected to face. The silver bolt in his arm has clearly only made him stronger, as if it's stripped away whatever humanity he has left. He releases the mangled wrist of the battered hunter and spins against the third. The hunter him with his weapon, opening a wide gash along his shoulder, but it barely winces. His massive paw whips out, claws extended, and hits the hunter in the chest.

I felt my stomach tighten, though I kept my expression unreadable. I had heard the stories about him—the Moretti family’s enforcer, a man known for his deadly precision and unwavering loyalty to his father. But there was something about him that set him apart from other mafia men. He wasn’t just another soldier. He was a strategist, a shadow in the dark, always three steps ahead. And right now, he was watching me. Our eyes met across the room, and for a brief second, I felt a strange pull—something dangerous, something electric. But I forced myself to look away.

"Let's get those damn trackers out of us." We waited an extra day, just in case more came. The mountain remained eerily quiet, the snow undisturbed except for the tracks we had left behind. By the time the sun began to dip behind the trees, casting long shadows across the frozen ground, we were packing up and heading down. The whole thing felt wrong. Orin. Jade. Werewolf hunters turning into what they hunted? All of it felt off. What was the point of it all? The truck came into view, buried under a layer of snow, and I couldn’t have been happier to see it.

My wolf inside me stretches as the pack begins to grow. I look at Caleb with his face paling and his eyes widening. I look over at the black cycles. My gun is still there. Caleb doesn’t have his gun either. Staring at the guns, something inside me clicks, werewolves don’t use bullets. Someone set us up, and that someone is still around watching our every move. "Back off Dana!" A buff, shimmering dark-skinned male appears from a building to the right. I don’t know the voice before I recognize the face.

“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?”