Mother Hunter Manga Novels & Stories

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.

“You’re here for me.” The hunter stepped into the apartment. His boots crunched the broken wood beneath him. The mask he wore was obsidian-black, marked with a faded white crescent. “I don’t know you,” she said, keeping her voice level. “But you clearly know me.” The man didn’t speak. He lifted the collar, slowly, deliberately. Grey snarled. “If you think you’ll touch her….” The hunter struck. Faster than she could follow, he lunged. Mira barely had time to dodge, her body moving on instinct, slamming into the wall beside the door. Grey charged, his knife flashing.

Dead hunters lay torn in shreds their sticky blood frozen into macabre streams. "She's not here!" Ava roared, plunging her blade into the nearest wolf. She tugged the blade out from the whimpering shifter and kicked it away. Her eyes searched the bodies, she only saw black and white fur, no red. The wolf at her feet began to try to lift itself up and crawl away. With a growl, she spun and thrust her blade into the back of its neck, rendering it still.

Chapter 8 Maya and the once-rejected wolf stood up, ready for whatever was coming their way. The shadowy figure stepped forward, revealing itself to be another hunter, this one holding a crossbow loaded with silver-tipped bolts. The once-rejected wolf bared his teeth, his eyes flashing with anger. "Leave us alone," he growled. The hunter just laughed. "I don't think so," he sneered. "You're a danger to everyone around you. You need to be eliminated."

I held him back as I continued. “You need to free the wolves and then start taking out the hunters. I’ll take them out as I go, but I need to get to Zee.” The wolf nodded and launched out from behind the cabin, I followed after him running out towards the ring of hunters. I jumped through the air landing on the back of a hunter. I dug my claws into his neck and jerked my hand to the side, the rip of his flesh was evident by the blood that squirted from his neck. He fell forward and I quickly turned and rolled across the dirt to the one next to him. I sliced my claws through the back of his knees, he screamed out and fell to the ground. The sound of his cry alerted the others to my presence.

Hearing there were other monster hunters apart from him, the man laughed and shook their hands. “My name is Han. I’m the only hunter who lives near the forest. Coincidentally, the girl with the red hood you heard from the builder brothers is my niece. Come inside. We have a lot to discuss about that horrible monster.” Nodding at Akiko when she hesitated, Liu Feng took the lead and entered first behind Han but waited for her to follow him as he could not sense any objects in the house. Unlike other stages, the blind man thought this stage was more bugged than the others. Many objects and people in this stage had little to no presence. It was as if they were walking through a land of illusions