Monster Hunters Novels & Stories

Their arms were so long they used them to walk along with their two legs, like the gorillaens I had once seen in the zoo back at Coven Community. These beasts had huge heads like wolves, fangs as long as my arm, their eyes were snake-like, and their huge bodies had thick muscles designed by a map of veins. They had long scorpion tails. These were monsters that have never been heard of or seen in the history of Mistworld. They didn't look like demons either. I'd read about all the types of demons, so I was certain these weren't demons. "What in Zhyrie's name are these things from?" I muttered to myself in horror.

We're sitting on a bench in the waiting area, mom and a nurse who was tending her wounds are also with us. "We were on our way to the neighboring pack to deliver some goods as Alpha Jarek ordered us, but we were suddenly attacked by some strange looking creatures -I have never seen anything like them before" "What do they look like? Can you describe them?" I asked. Her eyes blinked rapidly as she tried to hold back her tears. "They looked like giant bats, but they're not bats..." Giant bats, but they're not bats? "...they had very long nose but only one nostril, pink eyes that had murderous intentions lurking in them, six legs and blade like arms with no fingers or claws"

However, I left two as souvenirs and as ones that my monster would have his fun with. When I am finally done and stopped, returned to where I was, each Hunter's head was dropping with a thud on the ground. My monster watch with such grin on his face. I sneer again, my eyes shifting to Sebastian. I release the remaining two Hunters from my mental grip and they both stood to their feet, heading into the forest, far away, scared out of their mind from the horror they had seen.

A big Armies of beasts, vampires and supernaturals were fighting each other brutally, slashing each other's skins, bones and bodies. Her eyes followed the sight of ugly monsters and a few witches. She identified most of them were from Keir’s side. Mason, her brother, was fighting that manticore, the green monster with the tail scorpion. Allison clenched her jaws at that ugly creature who once hurt her.

"Open fire!" Adrian shouted. "Open fire!" "Open fire!" Guns blazed as a hail of bullets was launched toward the monsters coming from all sides. The army of monsters was so dense that the survivors could only see a sea of darkness in front of them. The bird monsters were now within sight, and Rozi swung her sword to cut off one of their heads. Helen's snipers were in hiding as they searched for giant monsters that were ten meters tall among the swarm.

Fortunately for a Fighter or Hunter with a ranged attack type, they can launch attacks without worrying about getting hit by the bouncing attacks of the Order attacking the monsters. So, why is this War so meaningful and anticipated despite the risk of death? The answer is simple. When these four monsters are defeated, the system will distribute various rewards in return. Hellstones, Pills, Potions, low-level scrolls, all will be randomly distributed to the Fighters and Hunters who have dealt damage to the monsters. If you're lucky, the reward for the person who deals the highest damage is a high-class item.

Apart from that, there was another mandate she has established: innocents, especially children, should not be a victim of collateral damage. As I said, every monster should have standards—Romano men drew a line for themselves too. Be it Alessandro, Viktor or Dominic: no one had ever dragged a girl into our business. If we wanted someone, we got them by the balls, (and many other body parts, too). But we never went after their women.

That person was Chase! "These monsters are horrifying." Chase looked down and saw a bloody thread run through both the monsters' chests. One of them was a snake-like monster while the other had eagle-like claws. It looked like a Flood Dragon.

For those, who are not 'enough'... You are the ocean. You drown 'enough'. .. .. .. .. .. .. THIS STORY CONTAINS SEXUAL, ABUSIVE, AND VIOLENT CONTENT. HENCEFORTH, I ADVISE YOU TO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVE ANY TRIGGERS ABOUT THE ABOVE-MENTIONED TOPICS. THE AUTHOR OR THE READERS DO NOT SUPPORT ANY FORM OF ABUSE OR RAPE. THESE ARE GRAVE CRIMES AND SHOULD NEVER BE ENCOURAGED.

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.