Novel & Cerita Mythical Hunter

"The Hunters of The Van Helsingr are an elite hunting group established centuries ago, after Count Dracula's demise. My mom's family were Hunters too. It was something that their descendants had to pass on as a tradition to finish dealing off with the Vampire King and his disciple Alphas. Anyone from the Hunters know Mythics exist, while the rest of the world is oblivious." Shawn lowered his head and shuddered quietly. He turned a sour gaze towards the sand. His fists clenched tightly and his wolf incisors sharpened out his lips, he was radiating off a fit of raging anger inside. Showing his unrivaled hate for Vampires. "What I hate most, are those damn bloodsuckers. They're the reasons my y

Carlin requested for Adele to bring something to relive my headache, it was another obnoxious brew, I closed my nose and began drinking. We described out experience to her leaving nothing. She nodded a lot but said very little. It was starting to annoy me. “The Hunter God is from a different time of war and bloodshed. He’s the reason why we have senses and physical powers,” She said finally. “It will not be easy going against him. But you have Moon Goddess blessings.” Carlin and I nodded. “Let’s go back to my father. I have an announcement to make.” He said. I wondered what he was going to say.

If I was being honest with myself it wasn't looking good for us, we were going to tire sooner or later despite being in great shape, and it didn't seem like the onslaught was going to stop ever. Then I saw it. And I say it because I couldn't tell if it was male or female. A Watcher angel. I pulled down my goggles and saw the rest of the team do the same. We had no idea which Watcher we were dealing with and it was best to be prepared. In my ten years as a Hunter I had only ever encountered two Watchers, and it was from a distance; this one however was closing in on us rapidly. My head began to pound and my movement felt slower, a normal reaction to being in the presence of divinity, even tho

She was adamant that this old woman was scanning her from head to toe. “The gods are the designers, and we mortals are their playthings. Malum had a gift of showing his people his own presence. His hunters were the swiftest predators in the entire valley, their eyes glew in the dark and they could travel with the speed of wind. In some legends, his most devout followers didn’t even need to rely on weaponry, their claws and sharp fangs all sufficient for taking down even the mightiest of the prey. They became known as, “Achylis”.

Roman was walking in front of them with his rifle, leading the way out, while trying to unlock the cell phone they had taken from Lucas, in order to figure out what he was doing with it. Adira on the other hand couldn't stop staring at Roman, trying to figure out why a hunter would be doing the dirty work of a vampire. She had read about hunters back at the library in the mansion. Hunters were supposed to be honorable warriors, they came into existence during the medieval area when vampire, werewolves and other supernatural creature attacks were rampant on human villages. These hunters defended such human villages and cities. It had been a long time since those ages, but hunters still existe

This is the second part of the Trilogy, which focuses on Hunter. Who's Hunter? Hunter is the firstborn son of the infamous Beast, a hybrid of an Undead and a werewolf. The rightful heir of both the Pack and the Deads. But he doesn't want to take over the packs yet. He wants to meet his mate first. He has been watching his parents' relationship all his life and at the age of 25 he's desperately craving a mate of his own. He yearns for what his parents have.

I whispered as fidgeted with my fingers "Well don't look so glum I'm here to give you a second chance if your willing to take it, it's your choice" "What do you mean" "I mean you have a choice if you wanna become a hunter, here we are at the hunter institute where we recruit and train people to become hunters to defend threats to the supernatural and human community " I just stared at him as he continued "There are also hunters that are part of an elite group called assassin hunters, they are few but they are the strongest and most powerful of all the hunters , chris here is part of that group", he glanced at chris then back to me "he's a vampire with special abilities one of them being he c

One day he decided to walk into the woods and no one has ever seen him since. My name is Lucas Harrison. I am considered the best tracker and hunter in the town. Not only animals but also Paranormal beings. All-day and all night, people in our town searched, lighting the way with flashlights and lanterns. Searching with dogs and carrying shotguns. It all seemed like a horror movie waiting to happen.

But now that he had, it terrified him, recalling how much they had lost because of these monsters … the true monsters. His eyes searched their surroundings and found no one else. The hunter came by himself, he observed, while the other hunters had yet to arrive. He could still pull this off with the help of Fetyr. “And who do you think you are?” spat Fetyr, glaring at the hunter. “I am Akim, a Crusade Hunter from Shavath. You demons have trespassed in our lands, which would mean your deaths are at hand. My team is already on their way … but there’s no need for them to come here.”

That’s the way the ritual is set up. It sucks, though. I don’t like standing back here and watching. I want to help. I want to be in the thick of things, showing my new mate what I’m capable of. I’ve never killed a Moon Caster before—nobody does until after age twenty-three; only those who are of age go on the hunts. But I’m sure I could do it. Kaely doesn’t have any trouble without me, though. The fight only lasts a minute. Then the Moon Caster is on the ground, blood pooling beneath him, eyes staring at nothing.