Mythical Hunter Novels & Stories

However, there is something about this concept that everyone must understand, which is their existence. These monsters or spirits from myths are alive for a purpose but not all can see them. The few who can see them and interact with them are called the Cast. The ones who make contracts with spirits after summoning them are the Off-Cast. Finally, the Cast who decides to hunt these creatures based off the miasma they emit are called hunters/ pursuants. The hunters have their own ranks in the ‘Yokai’ realm, which is similar to ‘the underground’. They are paid for every ‘Yokai’ they hunt. The ranks of these ‘Yokai’ start from Folklore followed by grades such as C, B, A. Although these are the o

He released the body, let it fall, and moved to the next target. Blood painted the pristine snow. Another hunter raised his rifle, but Kael was faster. He leaped, his massive weight slamming into the man's chest, knocking him to the ground. His teeth tore through flesh, ripping muscle and bone. The man's scream was cut short. Three more hunters emerged from between the trees, raising their weapons. They fired, silver bullets whizzing through the air. One grazed Kael's shoulder, burning like acid, but he didn't slow. He wasn't an ordinary alpha. He was a mystical force of nature, unstoppable, merciless.

She smiles to herself and clicks her fingers. Nothing happens. I still hear the heavy breathing of her oblivious guards. I still hear the beating heart of my mate. “What was supposed to happen?” I stare at her, but I also feel Xavi watching me. She clicks her fingers again, and then again, growing more irritated when nothing happens. ‘Nothing happened?’ Xavi asks, concern etched in his tone. “What the hell are you?!” Thalia snaps “A Hunter. A Witch Hunter.” I mutter just as there is an explosion somewhere above us.

The sigil on his tattooed arms made me realize who he was. A rogue Moon Hunter. He was an exiled agent that hunts hybrids down for bounty. My heart skipped as he was here for me, for my baby. All of a sudden, the hunter slammed the brakes, crashing into us, and the truck shook, spinning into a side alley. The truck crashed into a metal bin, making me yell. Blood trailed down my temple and before I could turn, Maverick was down the truck, grabbing an iron pole as he attacked the Moon Hunter who also defended.

It would really help in knowing how to get the fuck out of here. “Like I told you earlier, we are not hunters. Hunters are so archaic. It’s a myth or something.” “There are still hunters out there in our world today, as there are werewolves and we know it. There was a recent move of some hunting cult as they called themselves but the true hunters move in squads, lying low and coming after us.”

Claire interrupted, “What exactly is a Hunter?” He took a deep breath, steadying himself. “A hunter is a type of human who was or is a Mythical bounty hunter. They have enhanced skills; fighting abilities, enhanced senses. I think one or both of your parents were Hunters. Especially after seeing you in action. Haven’t you ever wondered how you could fight and keep up with the wolves and vampires in your coven and pack? Love, you ARE A HUNTER.”

My voice felt thin, swallowed by the wind. I turned to my left and saw The Myth. He was a whirlwind of motion, fighting the hunters alongside his people. When he turned his head, a cold pit formed in my stomach. I knew what was coming. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. A hunter released an arrow. It arched through the air, piercing the woman. She didn't fall like a person should, instead, her body shimmered and dissolved into fine, grey dust that swept away in the breeze.

“12 out of 21 deer have been killed by this hunter.” Holding my spear, I am trying to catch my breath while paying my whole attention to the keeper. Keepers are the one who has the information of how many kills a hunter has in an hour. “None other than, Raffi of the Ambrose’s!” I saw my father fixing his hunter’s robe while wearing his huge smile. The whole tribe is excited especially the women of which gender I belong to. I started to walk to the wooden stage created by the tribe for this kind of ceremony. Everybody is happy and I hope this will last forever.

He was older, with a short silvering beard and streaks of grey through his dark brown hair. “You know why” he chuckled. Yeah, I know why. Zelena. “Why do you want the Triple Goddess?” I roared. The hunter just smirked at me, staying silent. I stepped closer and threw my fist into the side of his face. Growls of excitement came from around me. “Answer me” I growled. The hunter spat blood from his mouth and looked back at me with a grin. I lowered my head and growled a warning, if he isn’t going to answer he isn’t going to live.

,the hunters cool demeanor changes and I see some back up. "no way a moon goddess would give a vamp powers you fucking with me",the lead hunter hisses. I just smirk as Damon's eyes do the same and I see more of his men back away. "you see gentlemen the bitch that hired you killed her own family and others for revenge, I pause as they stare at me,revenge because her dad fucked a mistress and had a half sibling and she wasn't spoiled like before so again leave or we will kill you all. No second chances",some flee but the lead hunter lunges and the fighting begins. I dodge a knife and swing hitting his ribs he grunts in pain and staggers back.