Mother Hunter Manga Novels & Stories

Alpha Hunter drops the wolf he was holding and looks straight at me like he was going to have me as his next meal. “I want my mate back!” I yelled at him, and he looked at me with no recognition of what I was saying. I began to believe that there were no signs of Alpha Hunter in his body until Luna Ella stood and hit him with an orb of moon magic of her own as she screamed, “Give me my mate back too!”

Hunter asked, and the two ignored him. "What are you reading exactly? Is it romance? Action?" Edgar inquired. Joel answered after a yawn. "Sport anime, Haikyuu. I finished it." Then he yawned again. Yawn is something contagious. Just seeing him yawning made Edgar and Hunter did the same. “A werewolf reading human’s sport anime, that’s very odd,” Edgar laughed. “It will be more funny if a werewolf is reading romantic story,” Hunter added. As soon as he said that, the person standing in front of the line dropped a book.

He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down. And then there was Aaron. He was the same height as Big Jim but looked like a rake beside him, which was crazy. Aaron was broad shouldered, almost three times me across and well defined, though you could never tell just how much until he had his shirt off. His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder.

Hunter prowled over to Armando who was trying to sit up but was having a hard time. "P-pigeon," Armando called her and she flinched. Hunter grabbed his hair and jerked him to his feet. "Dagger," Hunter sneered and Lennox tossed a dagger his way which he grabbed with ease. Hunter forcefully made Armando lean over the pile of two dead wolves. His eyes widened when he noticed what Hunter was about to do. He began to struggle but Lennox and Luca grabbed his arms and forced his face down. He screamed as Hunter plunged the dagger into his ass and yanked it out before thrusting it back inside, the blade ripped his insides and blood oozed out while he screamed in agony.

He said and Amelia smiled bitterly “This entire forest will be your home and hidden from the rest of the world. When your offspring become seven years of age bring them to my temple to receive my blessings.” Lariempi added before fading away like he never appeared. And with that Amelia became the first Hunter while Lariempi was thereafter known as the Hunter god, up till this very day several Hunters go about killing monsters and supernatural creatures, protecting Human kind from within the shadows. ”

Maybe it was a cry. “Moon Goddess… ancestors… help me… please…” Nothing happened. The Hunter stood tall again. His shadow covered me as he raised his hand for the final blow. “Goodbye, little wolf.” His hand came down fast. I felt it. The pain. The flash. And then… darkness. The last thing I heard was his laughter, echoing in my head. Then everything went silent.

Tiredness gripped her body, her side aching badly. But Hunter’s determination was unwavering. He turned to the she-wolf, his mate, with a resolute gaze. “This has to end, Lin. It won’t be over until we finish it.” His voice carried a weight of conviction as he advanced towards the fallen Monkey, ready to deliver the final blow. Lin struggled to stand, her breath heavy. Despite her exhaustion, she understood the gravity of the situation. With a soft nod, she weakly gestured for the guy to proceed, acknowledging the necessity of ending the threat once and for all.

Lucien moved faster than my eyes could track, his hand closing around the woman's throat and lifting her off the ground. "Touch her again," Lucien said, his voice cold as death and his eyes glowing red, "and I'll show you what a real monster looks like." The tall Hunter fired at Lucien, but the vampire dodged effortlessly. The silver bullets meant nothing when they couldn't hit their target. Jaxon, in full wolf form, fought with savage efficiency. He caught the stocky Hunter's arm in his jaws as the man tried to reload, and I heard bones crack. "Retreat!" the tall Hunter yelled. "Fall back!"

I’m certain the human in front of me is a mercenary. “This is my first time in this wonderful park! Now, come and let me enjoy this thrill!” I take a step back. I know it. This man can kill me. My gut instincts scream that same litany over and over. He takes a lasso and whips the sandy beach beside him. I groan. He’s a mage hunter, worse than a simple human hunter. The silver whip he’s holding is something that can inflict pain on a werewolf. One whip is all it will take and it will siphon us of our strength.