Monster Hunters Novels & Stories

She noticed a wolf charging at them coming for Hunter's neck but she used her magic and threw that wolf across the road as he hit the bark and fell grunting. She noticed two dead bodies near Luca and three dead bodies near Lennox. Luca hasn't even shifted and they have killed so many. A wolf was able to claw at Luca's back making him grunt in pain. Hunter pulled to his feet. "Stay here and don't fight," He said looking deeply into her eyes. He faced the enemies as his claws extended out. Within seconds Hunter was clawing at them killing them skillfully but she noticed that Armando's best fighters weren't present there. What was he planning to do?

The men drew their swords as they walked, and began to look around. Vic swore loudly. They had gone down the hill and were now also running towards the road. The people chased by the monsters tried to reach the houses, but the Vistolet saw that they were not in time. However, neither the gate, nor the fence, nor the walls would become an obstacle for hunters who sensed their prey - dead hunters. Kim, are you awake? Vic asked as he walked. Can you create a protective dome? - Now? the guy croaked out of breath, he barely ran and stumbled all the time.

Their limbs and bones begin to twitch and crack unnaturally as they shift into hulky abnormal monsters with bald heads, disfigured muzzles, and red fangs that are utterly disgusting and strange to look at. Just like Erin warned me. With a screeching cry, Ryker’s enhanced soldiers charge forward. Muscled, snarling giant beasts. They are not wolves. Not anymore. “NOW!” I roar. My team and I charge forward. Our gunfires fill the air, shooting straight at the monsters as they fight back at us. Wes fights beside me. I dodge a pair of monster claws, slashing my silver blade across the monster’s throat. It howls, stumbling back before Derek shoots it twice in the skull.

“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?”

"They think it's funny because of my name. It’s just a joke." "Stay away from them, Rose.” He grabbed my arm, his grip surprisingly strong. “Do you hear me? Those men... they aren't businessmen. They’re monsters. They’re dangerous." "I know, Dad," I whispered, tears stinging my eyes. "I know." But as I drove, all I could feel was the pulsing ache between my legs. I was terrified of them, but God, I was already craving the way they took me. I was a couple of days away from being their captive, and I was already drowning in the need for their touch.

But I could clearly feel that something massive had happened. Because the usually steady and calm Alpha Kael was so panicked that the blade dropped from his hand with a clang. Immediately after, harsh light flooded in from the entrance. It seemed the heavy stone doors had been thrown wide open. Accompanied by chaotic voices. It sounded like many pack warriors had rushed into the sacred altar room. I heard countless messy footsteps, hurried and heavy, rushing toward me. Then came the incredibly noisy shouting. There were men and women, voices filled with anxiety and fear.

Her eyes meet mine one last time, and there is something unspoken there—something heavy with expectation. “You chose to become the monster,” she says quietly. “Now learn what it means to wield it.” And just like that, the path forward is no longer theoretical. It has a destination. And a name. The Butcher. And somewhere deep inside me, something ancient and unfamiliar stirs—like it’s been waiting for this war far longer than I have. We pack in quiet motion. Mae moves through Ilythra’s home like she’s afraid of touching things too hard, like the walls might whisper secrets if she brushes them wrong. I’m stuffing clothes into my bag—things that already feel like remnants of another life—when I

Then suddenly, the operator shouted, "There's something wrong with this chip!" The entire room went silent. She carefully sliced it open with a blade. "It's a dual-layer implant. The outer layer is a standard emotional regulator, but inside… There's a memory alteration chip." Ophelia's face went pale. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the floor. [Altering memories to influence the verdict? That's insane.] [So those scenes of Ophelia caring for Gabriel were all fake?] [Then who's the real monster here?] The judge's expression turned grave as he walked over to me.

I looked between them — Atlas steady as ever, Hunter still grinning like he'd won something bigger than a skate race — and felt, for the first time in longer than I could remember, like nothing about my life needed explaining to anyone anymore. "Let the world call us monsters," Atlas said quietly, watching the last of the porch lights flicker against the dark. "As long as you remember who you belong to."