Mythical Hunter Novels & Stories

They were all for Zendaya taking the bullet for them if the opponents would let them escape. Hunter shouted, “Do not fear, Zendaya, nobody can hurt you as long as I am here.” He was a heavenly prodigy, at half step to Mystic rank. He had absolute confidence in his fighting prowess. As one of the best fighters among the younger generation of Michigan’s Stoermer family, he was respected wherever he went. With that, it was rather inevitable that he thought high and mighty of himself and might looked down upon others. ‘Hmph, what a bunch of thieves. Even if you have guns, I might not lose to you!’ With that thought in Hunter’s mind, he threw a punch at the deck.

The land started parting away, and hunters started falling inside it. "He is a supernatural hunter, a human with powers almost like a supernatural creature." "He has Alexander's sword." "Who is he?" "His face is covered with a mask." Those hunters were definitely not prepared for this. And the moment Caroline teleported with Ethlyn, Roselet, and Damian. Calvin got up on his paws, and all he could see was red, thinking of the state of Ethlyn, who ended up taking the bullet in her head to save him. Keanu threw his head back and let out an ear-piercing howl. He was raging as the only thing in his mind to destroy the whole clan of hunters. He joined his pack members and family members next in ri

“I was actually starting to wonder if you were.” I sniffled, feeling a bit calmer than before. “Who are you?” He scratched his head. “Um...I’m Hunter.” That explained. “You hunt fishes?” I asked him, the water coming out of my eyes again. He gave out a laugh. “What?” “You said you’re a hunter. Is that why you brought me here? I’m your big catch?” I started crying again. “Whoa! Slow down, Tiger!” “I’m not a Tiger. If you’re a hunter, you should at least know that much. I’m a mermaid, I live in the ocean.”

They instinctively looked down. Then everyone froze. The pink, suggestive interface of "Goddess Hunter" disappeared. It was replaced by a cold black interface that looked like a tombstone. At the center of the screen, the photo of me that had been treated as prey vanished too. In its place was Gary's face, twisted with shock. Under his photo, blood red words slowly appeared. [New game activated, Scumbag Hunter.] [Target: Gary Zachary York.] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time.

The door closed. Angry? Did I do anything wrong? Suddenly, I felt something in my right hand. I looked down. There was a dagger in my hand. Symbols began carving on the silver blade. And somehow, somewhere, I knew what they meant. “Marfóir Deamhan,” I whispered. The meaning came to me like a memory that was never mine. My voice cracked, as I translated the words. “Demon Slayer.”

Hunter tilts his head, challenging me. I know he’s waiting for me to take the bait. If I agree, he’ll ask why I don’t become the luna, and if I disagree, he will feign offense and make some ridiculous demand to push me in that direction. I have no intention on falling for his trap. “I simply mean the moon goddess knows better than we. Wouldn’t you agree?” It’s always been a hot topic of discussion, but according to lore, Hunter is a beta because of the moon goddess’s blessing.

“The stone is back where it belongs. We have a new enemy known as hunters. Many of the creatures we once knew are struggling to survive.” A few shout, “What are the hunters?” I take a deep breath and explain, “They were created as an act of revenge. A sorcerer traded his talisman and the talisman of another to create the hunters. From what I learned, they appear human but have heightened senses. They are stronger and can with stand multiple bites from vampires or wolves without turning. I only met one, but I got a lot of information. A wolf pack has infiltrated a base and gave me information on more bases. For this, no harm will come to these wolves. All they want is a peaceful life on their

she hissed, her amber eyes glowing, burning “You have nothing here. You’re a murderer.” The floor seemed to drop beneath me. My stomach twisted violently. “No,” I choked, shaking my head. “I-I didn’t know. They never told me who-” Hessa’s laugh was bitter, sharp. “You didn’t care to know. You’re an assassin of Cross. Don’t pretend you’re blind. You were trained to kill us. You are a Hunter. And hunters are what werewolves hate the most.” Hunter. The name I’d heard whispered in stories, savior of humankind, they said. Killers of supernaturals…

With the quick flick of her wrist, I feel warm blood seep from my neck. “What are you doing?” I squirm trying to get free. For all I know I’m laid out on the table to be her sacrificial lamb. She brings a small vile to my neck, holding it against the skin she collects some of the blood. Then caps the tiny bottle and shuffles back across the room. “I have seen what has passed and what is to come. Life and death. Death and life. The destiny of the chosen one is determined by your Hunter – Son of Lycaon.”

*** Abraham Van Helsing, the Dutch vampire hunter, had once had an apprentice whom he admired and held in high regard, long before he even considered the holy order as a potential calling. Helsing betrayed his apprentice and thought he had disposed of him. However, the tales surrounding this event were shrouded in insufficient recounting and relied solely on rumors. Higgins, renowned for his extraordinary ability to communicate with the dead, was known as the Necromancer Hunter. His expertise lay in influencing the living through the use of the deceased as conduits. His discarded body had washed up on the shores of a massive island housing several packs of werewolves, one of which belonged t