Mother Hunter Manga Novels & Stories

The toxic, burning scent of the metal flared my nostrils. Lou lunged, clamping his massive jaws around the man’s forearm. The bones crushed instantly beneath my bite pressure. The hunter screamed, dropping to his knees as Lou pinned him to the forest floor, a dark, vibrating growl tearing from our chest. “Where are the rest of you?” I demanded through a forced, rough mind-link, projecting the words directly into the human’s terrified mind. “No... no more...” the man sobbed, his face pale as he stared into my burning blue eyes. “Just us... tracking the stray black wolf... please...”

But before I could touch the mystical bolt, heavy and hurried footsteps echoed from the top of the secondary stairs that connected the west wing to the outer weapons courtyard. Hunter’s massive silhouette appeared at the entrance of the corridor, holding his battle sword splattered with the blood of northern bettas. His gray battle wolf was no longer with him, and his Silver Moon armor bore deep dents, proof that he had barely survived the first clash with Lawrence in the courtyard. When his yellow eyes fixed on me, my strong body illuminated by silver energy, the visible regret and savage jealousy transformed his features into a mask of pure madness.

Jaxon and Jace are trained, I do not need to worry about their safety, they were born for battle. Hector also, his charcoal black wolf is tearing through skin. These hunters have invaded his land, have killed members of his pack…he won’t let them leave. I continue to fight, my wolf covered in blood when I hear an almighty roar. I turn to find Hector’s wolf blocking Kaia from an assault of bullets…where they hit him scare on in the chest. His paw swings out to take down the shooter only for the hunter to dive out of the way, pulling out a silver dagger and stabbing it into Hector’s chest. Kaia kills the hunter in the blink of an eye.

Monster: Oakwood Forest Fire Hound Monster Level: 26 Health: 35,000/43,000 Attack: 210 Defense: 90 Skills: Intimidating Roar, Fire Breath, Rabid Bite, Claw Strike, Fire Fang The archer watched as Kirou narrowly dodged the attacks of the five hounds while retaliating with a few punches to their snouts. It may have been a misconception on the archer's part, but he could swear that the fire hounds seemed to be reacting strangely after being punched. That, coupled with a few damage figures floating above the fire hounds' heads, allowed the archer to deduce that Kirou's gloves probably inflicted a status effect that results in health loss on their targets. As for whether it is poison damage, blee

So many elements had gone in his favor in this battle. “Something feels off,” Hildegarde suddenly stated, her expression tense. “Mane! Watch out!” she screamed. But it was too late *Puchi* Mane’s eyes travelled downwards and stopped at his chest. Lodged in his pectoral region was a long, thin rod that was pitch black in color. The rod was as narrow as a finger yet as long as a standing broom. It was stuck in his chest and lodged into the ground below him, his blood pouring out from that opening and staining the ground – and the rod. Mane felt his vision growing blurry. Yet his eyes tried to find the one responsible for his injury. In his state he was defenseless even against an Animal Hunter

Sparks hissed as water collided with magic, and the monster roared, claws slashing helplessly against the forces arrayed against it. The plantation seemed to hold its breath as Lucien’s energy reached a pinnacle. The High Hunter stumbled, struck by the overwhelming control of the currents and debris. Golden light flared brighter than ever, wrapping around the monster, forcing it to the ground. Water churned and sprayed, debris flung in controlled arcs, and for a brief, perfect moment, the battlefield fell silent—then the High Hunter let out a final, feral hiss and collapsed under the force. Lucien’s knees buckled as the energy dissipated. Golden light faded from his body, leaving him trembli

I got all four except one. I heard the wolf growl, "A Hunter!" but that was a big mistake on his part because I had plans for him. I shot him on the legs to poison him with silver. "Don't kill it!" I yelled at my colleagues, "Get the silver chains. Please tell me you came with it." "Yes!" Akio said and went to get it in the trunk. "Why Karen? Our orders where to kill them all." Danjuma told me.

He sends the last body hurling toward another group as they charge toward him, scattering them in different directions. Hector, with the fury of the storm and the swiftness of a thunderclap, slit the throats of every rogue as he progresses forward with carefully deliberated steps. Blood spills form crimson arcs in the air, like raindrops in the wilderness, a view of satisfaction and pain. He goes for the throat of a rogue after knocking down the sword from his grip and strangling him in a minute, thanks to his lupine strength. Hunter is dangerous, but weak, owing to the endless search for the artefact, his lack of sufficient food and water, his pupils twinkling, alternating between two colou

The smell alone is a war crime. "Alpha." Mato's voice comes out half growl. "We felt the fight. What the hell is that?" "That," I say, "Is a dead guy who didn't stay dead. Dark magic brought him back for a second hurrah. He came out of the trees swinging." True. All true. Look at me go. "And the hunter?" Reena's nose is working. "There's hunter all over you. All over this whole clearing." Four seconds, remember. Cut me some slack.

She said, “Is that how you maintain harmony between the species? By killing innocent werewolves that come your way?” “First of all, they are not innocent, and I don’t kill them because they come in my way.” He said, “I stalk them, track them down, hunt them and then kill them. And when I do, I make sure there is no trace of them left behind for anyone to find out and ensure that his death does not leave any chance for others to track us down. That is my job, Emma. I’m a wolf-hunter.”