Monster Hunters Novels & Stories

I said to Damien. “What was what?” He replied. I recognized that sound, it was a compound silencer. A tool The Academy gave us. It was specifically ingrained not to be able to be picked up by a Vampires super sensitive hearing. A lot of Hunters used them, I even had before.

The Winterberg Village, which is home to humans, the Redberg Village, which is home to lycans; the Munster Village, which is home to witches; and the mountainous region, which is home to trolls and other ordinary supernatural beings. His disappointed contempt and indifference could only be persuaded by filling his time with what he did well: slaying monsters, abominations, and other creatures that he could defeat in a battle of power and brain. Yet it kept his mind occupied and his body in top form. And it was a lucrative venture. In a world where many warriors were criminals or enslaved fighters, many others, like him, were willing hunters for spectacle or simply bored and craved blood for

"No, your mother isn't talking about our last name. She is telling you where we fit into all this. We are monster hunters, a long line of people who are put on this earth to protect humans from things like vampires and werewolves. We are the last of our kind." "yer, because assholes like him killed us all off", jack spat, pointing his finger at Brax. I had never seen my brother look so angry. He was always a happy-go-lucky guy who never cared about anything, but I guess that was also a lie. I slowly moved away from Brax. I'm not sure why I did it. I think it's because I could see the hate in my brother's eyes, which made me feel uneasy. I could tell that me mo

“Hehehe… hahaha… hahahahahaha!!!” Gleaning Monster Cores appeared around him, as well as the destroyed bodies of what appeared to be crimson-looking monkeys—a striking variant of the Monkey Monsters and BigFoot Monsters The creatures had dark, crimson bodies covered in dirt. Now, their bodies were a chaotic mess, with their insides strewn about and cooked by the blistering heat of the area. “Looks like I made it in time!” The boy chuckled, a smirk playing on his lips as he spotted a crawling figure ahead. It was the Boss Monster—a colossal Crimson Bigfoot—struggling to crawl away on just one remaining limb after losing three to the young man.

Her heart ached as Elizah turned her gaze out the window. "I’m sure the perpetrator wasn’t Liam. The police caught the wrong person, Julie. I don’t want to live like this. They let the real perpetrator walk free while Liam is imprisoned!" Elizah’s voice was heavy and filled with anger. Julie fully understood her sister’s feelings but could do nothing except try to calm her down. Julie fell silent, recalling something: "monsters." Yes, Elizah screamed "monsters," meaning there was more than one perpetrator. "Monsters. What do you mean by monsters? Did you feel there was more than one person?"

She still couldn't understand how this had happened. Maria scolded sharply, "Is Mykorra's war zone somewhere you should send her? You thought you were sending her there to work on her medical skills, but you have no idea she spent three years there as a human test subject. Her health was completely ruined! "Don't you know about all of this? Or did you never once think of visiting her for the past three years? Is that why you're completely clueless about what she suffered?" Maria's words made them feel ashamed. After all, they had never once bothered to check on my situation in the past three years.

Not even ten meters away are four monsters and one of them is holding Cooper by the throat, I don’t have much time, they will strangle him soon, without thinking I grab an arrow and release the string. The arrow flies, the bow twangs, and rocks me back a step because of the power behind it. The arrow embeds itself into the monster that is holding Cooper. It lets out a roar and drops Cooper, it’s a strange monster, a mixture of colours, with dark to light grey on it’s body with speckles of red on it, which I am hoping is not Cooper’s blood. It’s eyes a bright orange, well use to be a bright orange, as it’s life drains away so does the colour of his eyes. He slowly drops to the ground, I glanc

“If there’s a single scratch on my body, the entire Chicago would know what kind of monsters you all are.” “When the time comes, you will meet our monsters first,” I snarled. “Keep your empty threats to yourself, Dominic.” She narrowed her eyes. “They don’t scare me anymore; in fact, it’s boring and repetitive.” “If there’s anything worth remembering about you, Sophia, that is, you are an attention-seeking whore. We know the video is fake, and you are desperate. Get to the fucking point. NOW!”

I said lightly. “Have you gotten used to it?” “Sort of. Still figuring things out.” I paused. “I told you about the recent deaths, right?” She nodded, her brows drawing together. “Yeah. Vampires and wolves, right?” “Three in total,” I said, my voice quieter now. “All of them found on the outskirts. Burnt. But not by sunlight. It wasn’t natural. The smell lingers even after they’re moved. Like scorched flesh and ash soaked into the ground.”

Clenching her jaw, she snarled, "You lunatic! You think I've been cheating on you all along, huh? Fine. So be it. Not only am I divorcing you, but I'm going to make you pay for everything you did to those women!" She shoved me toward the police officers and screeched, "I don't want him anymore! Since he's a serial rapist who hurt so many women, trash like him should be put in prison!" I had barely taken a single step forward when Harvey rushed at me like a madman and grabbed me by the collar. Through gritted teeth, he snarled, "You're a monster, Cameron! You don't deserve to be with Nat!" As the police placed me in handcuffs, I thought to myself that this matter would be settled soon enough.