Monster Hunter Stories 3 Novels & Stories

The monster sits there for a minute with its arms crossed across its chest. Suddenly, it turns around, raises the axe above it and brings it down towards him. Instinctively, he ducks. But instead of hitting him, the monster hits the ground right next to him. He jumps back up and shoots three more arrows in quick succession, hitting the monster in the shoulder. The werewolves winces at the arrows that hit it and lets out another painful screech. When it does, he sees him standing behind the monster. Before he even registers what is happening, the monster charges at him and starts to swing the axe again.

Instead of removing it, he began running in the direction of those bullets. He and the hunters met in the middle of the woods, and the fight continued. One, he tore his head from his shoulder. Another one, he kicked down and stomped hard on his chest. Satisfaction coursed through him as he heard the sound of bones shattering and blood gushing out from all parts of him. He killed three others in the same way. And two more. The last Wolfhunter remaining, had terror blanketing his eyes. Eyes that were smug all through the night were suddenly filled with so much terror. Adam can practically see his death coming.

Elliot said in frustration, Amelia thought for a few moments before agreeing with a sigh, they let go off each other’s hands and suddenly ran in opposite directions leaving the monster temporarily at loss. “Hey worm-head, come catch me if you can.” Elliot shouted while waving his spear, the monster didn’t understand his words but it understood his taunting and took off after Elliot who already resumed running, Amelia took this chance and began firing arrows, like streaks of light the arrows the arrows flew but the moment they touched its exoskeleton there was the sound of colliding metals before the arrows snapped in half and Amelia cursed under her breath, she nocked and fired again, this t

"We'll be fine,stay in this room and lock the door. Don't open it for anyone except us." "I'm scared." "Good. That means you're smart." He kissed my forehead and it felt protective and possessive at the same time. "We'll be back soon and when we come back, Marcus Shaw won't be a problem anymore." I watched all three of them walk out. Kai cracked his knuckles. Luca's sweet face looked cold. Dante moved like a man going to war. I locked my door and sat on my bed with my knees pulled to my chest. I'd just set three wolves on Marcus and part of me hoped they destroyed him.

Gunfire erupted again as the next wave entered the chamber. This time— They were ready. Arun moved with calculated precision. Lena danced through the chaos like a predator. And the Ghost— The Ghost became something else entirely. A phantom in the dark. Every shot perfect. Every movement flawless. Bodies fell one after another. The chamber turned into a battlefield. Smoke. Echoes. Blood. And in the center of it all— Three monsters working together. For now. Minutes passed like seconds. The last hunter collapsed. Silence returned once more.

Stunned, I inhaled deeply and at that moment I realized we were betrayed and tricked, I would have gone back knowing how powerful our wolves were but it wasn’t just blood I smelt, instead the wolfsbane and silvers bitter smell was more dominant in the atmosphere and as the most experienced healer of the pack it didn’t take me long to understand what has happened. ‘I rushed without looking back, saving these three pups and when three days passed and I did not get called by any of my pack members or reach out to them I went back to the pack only to find the ruins of our wolves, the wolfsbane and silver acted as slow poison and weakened their wolves so that they lost all their strength.’ I slum

“Imagine a young bear cub hunting in the woods. Hunting season had just opened, and this cub was starving. So the cub goes hunting and finds a deer drinking in a small pond. He is about to pounce on the deer when BAM, an arrow sinks into the tree beside his head. The hunter aims again, but a huge wolf comes out of nowhere, taking the hunter down to the ground. I swear to you that hunter shit his pants.” Quinn rolled his eyes and then looked at Willow. He could tell that she was laughing at the way Hector had told the story.

“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."

Not only that, two additional species were added into the mix. Three-headed snakes who were supposedly shy away from civilization and drakes. These two were in the middle of the class chain but hard to subjugate as to how strong their bodies were. “Regroup!” “Find healers!” “Baron Sabir is injured. Bring him back!” “Protect the fort!” “Don’t let the monsters invade our territory!!!” A few desperate shouts resonated in the air. Kamarul looked around with his hazy eyes as he killed the drake with three strokes inside its chest. He heaved and silently cried. He was at the frontline, standing right in front of the forest, taking the monsters firsthand.

“When Tristan's pack attacked us, myself, your dad and a small group of hunters went searching for you in the woods. We split up and somehow Damien ended up out there alone. A group of Tristan's werewolves surrounded him and killed him.” Mason sighed then inhaled deeply and carried on, “We split up into two groups and continued to search for you. When we found you, you were in your wolf form and you thought you were protecting yourself against three hunters. Unbeknownst to you the three hunters were, Finnley, Stevie and your cousin Carmen.”