Mother Hunter Manga Novels & Stories

The infuriated hunters burst into a frenzy and started attacking everything in their sight, they were unable to tolerate the disrespect and disgrace that they were showered with. At first glance, it looked like the hunters were doing some significant damage, but after a few minutes customers began to notice that not much was being done on the side of the hunters. Meanwhile on Yamato's end, he was stopping every single attack that went into every direction. there was no attack from the hunters that hit their target, not even stray bullets. Yamato was a master at water manipulation. He could manipulate water at a molecular level with utmost accuracy and he knew how to use it against all kinds

all five needles launch themselves towards the Lv2 Hunter It senses it and tries to retreat but Jimboy suddenly appears on its side "where are you going!"- Jimboy without a moment of rest, Jimboy touch the back of the lvl2 Hunter "CLUTCH!"- Jimboy JIMBOY/MANA: 75/150 in this 0.5 seconds, the body of the HUNTER STIFFEN! *ZOOM!* the five needles successfully stab the head of the lvl2 Hunter! because of this the lv2 hunter suddenly stop its movements

Neu and Hikari then started it. Hikari started it by sketching a manga and Neu started to modify it to better meanwhile Nimura was watching over them and tell them if there was any problem. (I would like to put some samples based on what did I do back then, but I can't put the picture. Maybe you can watch the sample that of manga that I made by myself on tapas by searching the book name. 'monster hunter story -the returns-'. There was a novel version in W*****d. The story was written by me in 2019)

The hunter howls into the night as Kael's jaws close around his wrist, and crackling bone echoes. "Kill the monster!" the third hunter shouts, drawing out his own silver blade. "Before he seals the bond!" But it is no longer the trapped, weakened creature they expected to face. The silver bolt in his arm has clearly only made him stronger, as if it's stripped away whatever humanity he has left. He releases the mangled wrist of the battered hunter and spins against the third. The hunter him with his weapon, opening a wide gash along his shoulder, but it barely winces. His massive paw whips out, claws extended, and hits the hunter in the chest.

"It’s a trick! They want you weak so they can finish us!" The hunters didn't wait for my answer. They were machines of bone and steel, their eyes glowing with a cold, violet light. The man in the black mask pointed a heavy silver cannon at us. "Kill the mother! Capture the seed!" he roared. A blast of violet energy tore through the air. I dived to the left, pulling Leo against my chest. The beam hit a glass bookshelf, sending a rain of sharp crystal shards across the floor. Rowan lunged at the nearest hunter, his claws tearing through its metal neck, but three more took its place. They were fast, moving with a mechanical precision that made my heart race.

There are no weapons left for me to fight them. Soon, the wounds on my body piled up. The black T-shirt was so scratched that it was barely intact, and the skin and blood mixed in were exposed like a jumbled mess of minced meat. The pain of death and rebirth kept repeating over me, but it didn't bother me because I was so angry that I was a hunter being played like a mouse. The outburst of anger gave me more sanity and motivation to fight back. A wolf charged at me. This time, I didn't dodge but faced it directly.

All I have is a second to think before I hear the laughter. “Ladies, you want to play doctor, with a doctor?” A male voice approaches before a face. Not just any face, but Gordon’s face, covered in red kiss marks. His shoulders are covered in tan feminine arms. I’m suddenly happy that I didn’t put down my gun. The only people that can save Gordon from death are the whores on his arm and Jack behind the door. Jack radiates so much heat that I know he’s powerful. If he wanted to, nothing would stop Jack from interfering. Though for some reason he doesn’t even move. Jack has something big going on, and my wolf blood was the only thing that linked me to him. He’s a werewolf and a dangerous one a

These hunters had trained their entire lives to fight werewolves. Not Kitsunes. Not spirits that wielded living fire. Harlan Dawson pushed through the confusion, drawing his silver sword. "Hold your ground!" he roared. "Don't break formation!" Some obeyed. Many didn't. A hunter loosed a silver arrow. Homura caught it between two fingers without even looking. Her eyes slowly shifted toward him. In that moment, he wished they hadn't. She flicked her wrist and the arrow shot back faster than it had come. It struck the hunter's shoulder, throwing him onto his back.

She felt the furious power of the full moon course through her as she shifted into full hunter form: larger than the wolves, but not quite on par with the Lycians who retained their humanoid shape while transformed. And the moonlight bathed her in an amber glow. Geary and the others backed away. For good reason. As with the Lycians, her scratch and bite could also kill wolves. After a bone-chilling howl, she waited. This was it, she thought—her big stand. She resolved to put Kedar in her memory. The hunter wolf without a pack, home, or family. Then she leapt over the fence, going over eight feet high, and disappeared into the woods behind the Chavére compound.

For a moment, I felt nervous because I thought that I was back in the previous timeline, when the world was just beginning to collapse. “What are you hunters doing!? You should have watched over the beast. You should have—” Blood gushes out of his mouth when Mammon punches a hole in the human’s chest. He was gripping his heart with a sadistic grin on his face, not even bothering to hide the demonic side of his face anymore. The other civilians around them scream in terror, while the hunters are having a hard time deciding where to focus.