Monster Hunter Valstrax Novels & Stories

If we can just reach the other side— A figure steps out from between the trees directly in our path. I skid to a stop, my claws scraping against the dirt as I lower our body into a defensive crouch. A deep, warning growl builds in my chest. The man stands calmly in the middle of the path, his silver hair gleaming under the moonlight, his crimson eyes watching us with interest. Valtor. He tilts his head slightly, a small, unreadable smile playing on his lips as he takes in our shifted form.

Unbeknownst to his men, he had installed hidden cameras throughout the fortress, a precaution born of paranoia and experience. One monitor flickered, revealing two figures moving stealthily through the snow-covered landscape. The Vulture leaned forward, recognizing Kain and the limping form of the Jackal. A slow smile spread across his face. “Valeria, always sending others to do your dirty work.” He pressed a button, activating a secure line. “Viktor , we have guests. Prepare the welcoming committee,

“Dm!” Windy felt scared when he had to hunt with Ezra; he involuntarily cursed. Since hunting with Ezra was very risky and laborious, it was not according to standard rules but special training. The prey they caught must not die; it must be alive. The prey they just caught will not be kept but must be released, and they have to track down the prey they have just seen. And that will repeat many times until Ezra stops.

It didn't take long for the prey to wander into the perimeter. An hour before the evening feast, the heavy oak door frame at the kitchen threshold was suddenly filled by a massive, broad-shouldered silhouette. Valarian had returned from his grueling perimeter patrol. He had changed out of his mud-stained scout gear into a fresh black tunic, though his dark hair was still wildly untamed from the highland wind. He leaned one massive shoulder against the stone casing, crossing his arms over his chest in his usual posture of casual detachment.

Khalid demanded of Imtiaz before turning to those of the guild. “Do you!? Do any of you know the truth about the monster who was leading the guild?” He shouted. There was dead silence in the hallway. Well, not absolute silence. I could hear the rapid beating of every heart of the hunters and werewolves around us. Each was enraptured for different reasons.

Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet. Brand shook his head another scream was silenced as he ripped out another throat. The blood dripped from his long snout as he took a breath and looked around him. Leather-clad warriors lay around him, some with eyes open staring at the sky as if looking for the Valkyries coming to take them to Valhalla. Brand snorted. Good luck. He couldn't believe the gods would want any of these followers of a deranged leader in their feasting halls.

With a focused gesture, she sent a tornado of air hurtling toward the creature, forcing it to momentarily retreat. Valen's movements were a blend of discipline and intuition. His strikes were swift and calculated, each blow finding its mark with unerring accuracy. The energy coursing through him lent an extra dimension to his attacks, imbuing them with a potent force that shattered the creature's defenses.

Screaming at the hunters coming toward him with bows and swords. To only hear a voice that made everyone go still. "Stop" Just one command and all the hunters bow down. And that's when Volkan's grey eyes met the dark black ones of the man behind everything. Daniel Black The leader of Hunters stood in front of him. His face emotionless, not caring of the bloodshed of the innocents he just committed in name of ending the werewolf specie, which according to the humans were heartless beasts that are to be eliminated at all cost.

Tyr whispered to himself. He reached to her beloved's hands and clasped them into hers. His eyes began to glisten once more as he summon the energy of nature, gathering all the elemental planes, even those that are not within the boundaries of his ability. Earth, water, fire, wind, and sky. The paraelemental, even the quaiselemental energies had responded to his call. The entire Valhalla had begun to shake. This is therefore his one last blow, he doesn't care.

My focus was singular, Valdish. His tent was ahead of me. I entered, tearing through the fabric of the tent like it was nothing. Valdish stirred, his instincts slower with age, his eyes snapping open as he bolted upright, terror flashing across his face. It was too late. Recognition flashed in his eyes. Who wouldn't recognize the Monster of the North? Before he could reach for a weapon, I lunged, pinning him down with one massive paw, my claws digging into his chest just deep enough to draw blood.