Pocket Hunting Dimension Novels & Stories

"I couldn't say unless I met him. But regardless, how could he help?" "He actually can slip out of this dimension." Nat looked at Lothar. "Let me know if get something wrong, but I understand that the dimensions are almost like bubbles pressed up against each other. Well, that means that there is 'space' between them. Croc hunts by sliding through dimensional membranes, at which point he can basically reappear anywhere he wants. And somehow he can emerge just enough into this dimension to look around but not be easily detected himself, much less hurt. It's kind of how a crocodile sticks its eyes above the surface of the water, hence the name 'Croc'. But he can feel where the dimensional barr

He couldn't afford to lose hope; their survival, and his own, depended on it. He discovered a small, almost hidden alcove, tucked away behind a crumbling rock formation. Inside, he found a scattering of Elara's tools – her delicate instruments for analyzing the subterranean flora, now coated in a thick layer of dust. A single, luminous mushroom, unusually vibrant amidst the decay, lay near the tools, almost like a beacon of hope. It was a variety that Elara frequently used in her research, suggesting she had been in this area just before the tremors intensified.

“A pocket dimension?” “Yes.” Her tone was sharp, clipped, like she didn’t have time to soften the blow. “It’s a small slice of space that exists in the middle of a void. Only the most powerful witches can create it. If we lose our way here, Aurora…” She trailed off, her eyes flicking into the yawning darkness surrounding the rocky ground. “We could be swallowed by the void between dimensions. Forever.” My mouth went dry. “Forever? You mean…” Before I could finish, the sound of slow, deliberate clapping cut through the air. My heart jumped to my throat.

He just happened to make the wrong judgement. "I mean, come on! Who doesn't f*ck up every now and then?" He said to himself as he took a large travelling bag out of his space ring. The travelling bag was actually a spatial item as well, created for those who loved to overpack even for the shortest trips. Shorty ought to have bought a hunters' space bag instead. After all, the hunters' bag was a specially made bag for hunters with lots of special functions like separate space dimensions of varying sizes for different beast sizes and automatic dimension to dimension temperature change, to ensure that different beasts with different storage requirements won't need to be stored together. There w

The square was partially empty as people no longer visited it. It was weird how things had taken a different turn in a space of weeks since the illness broke out. The pack had gone from being a bubbly and productive pack to one in which the pack members live in fear and dread unsure of who next would catch the strange sickness. Nobody who had gotten the sickness ever survived. They always die after two or three days of contact. This sickness was not contagious as it affects random people. The pack doctors have not been able to find a way around it as the pack keeps losing its members and living in fear of who else is to be taken by this illness. The Alpha of the pack had reached out to the b

I fell somewhere between them. My dark green dress looked formal from a distance, but the skirt had been split discreetly along both sides to allow movement. Soft leather boots were hidden beneath the hem. Three blades rested against my body, one at my thigh, another beneath the fitted bodice, and the smallest tucked inside the sleeve around my left wrist. The Huntmaster’s people had searched us when we arrived. They found nothing. Mara had taught me how to hide a weapon before I was old enough to shift. The thought tightened something inside my chest.

Almost everyone one of the attackers was on the ground, looking like they had just stepped into the sun. “Holy shit…” I exclaimed as I looked at the hunter as he put some weapon back under his jacket, turning to look at me. I don’t know if that comment was because hunters have a weapon that powerful or because Diana was right. He is attractive.

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.

(Director Bar) “...I see..is this small dimensional pockets poses threat to us in any way shape or form?..” “There’s a threat..but not so much..the pockets is small…but from that pockets…and Underworld Monster or demons will keep appearing….the monster that emerge from the pockets were only at Tier 3 and bellow…after our observations…tier 3 and above cannot passed through eh pockets..at all…therefore I am suggesting that we keep our controlled on this smalls pockets…and benefits from them…”. (Director Bar)

All she knew was a part of her felt like being sucked into nothingness, and she couldn’t even hope to resist because her body loved the tickling sensation it gave. Luis immediately made his way to Kleint. “What dimension?” “I don’t know. It’s distorting my field of vision—” “Keep looking! If we hope to defeat Dark, we need to solve her mystery first.” ‘Easier said than done.’ Kleint swallowed hard. This technique that helped to detect dimension cost so much energy. It’s a double-edged sword. While it sucked away the dimension it sensed, it also drains the energy of the user. But he needed to, at least, try.