Phantom Hunter Novels & Stories

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.

As I was trying to come up with a plan for taking down the last hunter on watch without being detected something came crashing out the window. It was one of the two hunters that were searching inside. The one I had just been planning on killing checked his friends pulse before cursing and jumping through the now shattered window. It seemed they found Mom and she was pissed. I could hear her wolf losing her shit. I jumped in just in time. My mom had her claws digging into the chest of the other hunter that had been searching the house. However she was not moving or completing the kill. The hunter who just came in from outside was holding a crying two month old Richard and in his other hand he

Still confused about what he is saying because my dad has never discussed this with me before he died. “ I told your dad to discuss it with you but he always tells me it isn't time for you to know. Now he is gone you have to know your lineage. Like I said you are from the generation of hunters. Your lineage has always been the leaders of the Hunter's. Now your dad is dead, you are to take over from him. The mantle has been passed to you. Hunters are the ones who hunt werewolves.” I sobbed as tears trickled down my eyes. I couldn't hold it

But no, I have worried up to the ass stepdad who loves me a lot and hates seeing me get hurt. He chuckles, making me frown slightly. "Don't worry; he has good skills. Right, every good skill, I thought. Unfortunately, he will not be arriving at the same time as you. He'll be a little late for a few days because he's in the middle of a mission. Oh, and he's one year older than you." My eyes widened at what he said. Wow, he's young for a hunter like me, but I'm an assassin. When did he start? I asked, taking a sip of my drink. "He just started a year ago," Chandler said must be skillful indeed, considering he'll be partnered with The Crimson Phantom, aka me.

“Call me, Phantom. And the reason I asked is that I figured this gorgeous honey was into men, not boys.” Hunter’s cheeks flush into an angry grimace, and his breath hitches with rage. “Fuck you, Phantom!” All conversations in the room halts at that moment. You can almost hear a pin drop. Then, all hell breaks loose when Hunter barrels into Phantom, fists flying. “Hunter!” Mal cries out, panicked. I can see why she’d be worried. Even though both men are the same size, Phantom looks like a killer and Hunter...well, Hunter doesn’t. Not to knock him or anything, but Hunter looks more like a cute college boy with his golden-brown hair, blue eyes, and lean body. Phantom’s body is more chiseled and

Kenneth looks at the young man. "Peter, come with me." Peter nods and the two of them go to the rooftop to see Carson. "Sir, there it is." Kenneth takes the binoculars and looks through them. He shudders when he sees the hunter. The hunter, a creature from another world. With a compact diamond-shaped body, they had four long sharp legs, each one able to pierce and cut steel with almost no effort. They had no eyes but they could see in any direction, giving them omnipresent vision. They glowed with a menacing purple color.

all five needles launch themselves towards the Lv2 Hunter It senses it and tries to retreat but Jimboy suddenly appears on its side "where are you going!"- Jimboy without a moment of rest, Jimboy touch the back of the lvl2 Hunter "CLUTCH!"- Jimboy JIMBOY/MANA: 75/150 in this 0.5 seconds, the body of the HUNTER STIFFEN! *ZOOM!* the five needles successfully stab the head of the lvl2 Hunter! because of this the lv2 hunter suddenly stop its movements

Tommy didn’t believe me, of course. Who would? I had to beg him. My friend shrugged and promised to wait in our chambers until I dealt with the problem. The issue was resolved the same night. I simply summoned the hunter. As hellhounds weren’t simple dogs, hunters weren’t simple demons. He appeared almost immediately, looking at me with his blood-red eyes. He was tall, gangly, and reminded me of a cellar spider. In the cloud smoke which hid his features he seemed clumsy and awkward—if you didn’t know how fast and deadly he could be.

says another. Three hunters. All Male. The hunters pass within twenty feet of my hiding spot. The oldest one carries silver-tipped arrows. Another has thermal goggles strapped over his eyes. The third, and youngest, is white knuckling a handgun like it’s a life raft. “Thought these things were supposed to be monsters,” the younger hunter mutters. “So far, all I've seen is a piss poor Tarzan cosplay.” “Don’t get cocky,” the older one snapped. “The small one already killed three men before they shot him with a tranq.”

Because the hunters thought they were chasing Luna. What they didn’t understand was simple. Phantom was never prey. And when she finally stopped running… The people hunting her would discover exactly why her name once terrified entire governments. The game had officially begun.