Mythical Hunter Novels & Stories

I glanced toward the door, half expecting Lucien to walk in at any moment. Finally, the phone buzzed. Ryan: I knew this moment would come. Ryan: And I knew you wouldn’t like the answer. My grip tightened on the phone. Ryan: I’m not an ordinary human, Aria. Ryan: I’m a hunter. The word hit me like a slap. Hunter. My breath caught. Ryan: I hunt creatures like Lucien. Ryan: Rogue werewolves. Dark Alphas. Monsters hiding behind charm and power. My chest burned. You hate werewolves, I typed.

“We all know the only way hunters would have made it through that veil is if access was granted to them. And…” “One of us,” I sigh, feeling a migraine coming on. Luca and Nyra are right. Someone who has the power to scale through that veil unscathed must have helped them. And it cannot have been a regular pack member. It’s someone much stronger. “And how are we even sure they are hunters?” Nyra says, her hand reaching for a shirt on the floor before she decides against it, the look of disgust in her eyes. “I mean, it could be anything, right?”

Everyone was dead, but me. Turning back, I finally put a face to the voice. Her skin was covered in freckles and her hair was a wild brown, like she had stuck her finger in a socket. She was carrying a gun in her hands, but what stood out to me was her outfit. I’d seen it once before, in school. It was the Hunter’s uniform. The patch on her arm confirming it. Hunter’s were mercenaries for hire. Killers for hire, really. The non-magical in the supernatural world. They once were on a death march against all supernaturals, but now they were just raised on how to kill them and were sold to the highest bidder.

He was watching, protecting me from the shadows. I knew I could rely on him, on the Cadwell Hunters. They were a force to be reckoned with, their reputation for being a powerful hunter and a deterrent to any enemy. With renewed determination, I hide the letter. It was time to focus on the task at hand. To protect Hades and the pack from the Thurmans’ threat. As Hades returned home, preparing for the banquet, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement. I was assisting him with his necktie, my fingers brushing against his skin.

For that split second, in that moment, a spark of faith ignited in his chest, a single flame that would remain lit until the day he died. And as luck would have it, Aworyn finally answered, bestowing on him an ancient power with a single howl that still echoes in the night. That was the first occurrence of the hunter’s moon. From that day on, warrior wolves awoke in every pack throughout Morrian. They each had their unique ability, with venom in their bites and scratches that killed Lycans and wolves instantly. An army that banded together to defend the wolves. They were called hunters.

...Sienna POV... This had to be it. The end was near. I could feel it. I was practically begging for my end to come. It had been at least two days since Hunter attacked me and left me here to die. I knew Hunter's reputation. He was the formidable Reaper. People rarely survived his wrath. Rather, he was given the reputation of the Reaper because of his merciless actions toward his victims.

The vampire that killed Ethan blurted out but his calm expression was broken into one of fear. “You are the vampire that hunts vampires!” This realization forced him to immediately try and retreat but that was not possible because the only thing that left that position was his body, not his head. The difference in their ability was that vast as he had been decapitated before he even realized that he was without a head. “Vampire hunter? That’s vulgar. Please, call me Liam,” The man said to the head in his hand.

even turned me to be one of his official assassins or Hunter when I only turned thirteen or twelve years old, I can't remember. I'm the youngest Hunter in history because most people become hunters or assassins in their late twenties. Of course, they don't know anything about my identity and my real name. Due to Headmaster or dad hate it when I call him Headmaster. I don't even know how he did it. But they all know me as one of the deadly Hunters and one of seven deadly killers under the Headmaster. I killed werewolves, vampires, witches, demons, and even devils for most of my missions. I'm not like the other heartless hunters who kill every creature that catches their sight, not me. But tha

She should've had her guard up, but she was too freaked out from reading about Garin's mom. The younger shifters had told scary stories around the campfires about a blue-eyed demon who killed unwary wolves in a very particular way. They named her The Huntress. To this day, that name sent spikes of ice down Willow's spine. The Huntress was said to kill her victims slowly, using blades instead of bullets or arrows.

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”