Pokemon Hunter Novels & Stories

The king said and everyone’s attention was instantly on Thousand-nights predator “We all know that even though one’s talent and dedication usually dictates how strong a Hunter will grow, we should also remember that the type of ability he has will determine a lot in how far he’ll grow. The former glass-eyed Hunters almost brought about total annihilation to us Hunters but it must also be noted that they had overpowered abilities, so I say why don’t we wait till after he receives his blessing, if it’s a normal or weak type then there is no cause for alarm but if it’s overpowered then we will find a way to take care of the situation.” Thousand-nights predator said calmly and a thoughtful look

The hunter pulls out a weapon—a sleek, silver blade with intricate engravings that catch the light. Luke, in wolf form, is a blur of powerful muscle and fur, but the hunter’s movements are equally swift and precise. They dodge Luke’s powerful swipes with ease, their blade slicing through the air with deadly accuracy. Each strike and counterstrike sends shivers down my spine, the clash of wolf and hunter reverberating through the room.

“Then allow me to explain. A hunter is a job where you fight monsters. It is either inside a gate or outside. I’m guessing you know what I mean by inside and outside?” “Yes, if it is a blue gate, hunters fight inside. While hunters fight outside if the gate is red.” “Correct. And now I will tell you all about hunters.” They arrived at the right floor. They exited the elevator while Mr. Ambrose was still explaining. “A hunter has five classification. A healer, tanker, fighter, assassin, and a mage type hunter. Surely, you know what is the difference of those classifications. A mage type has its own subdivisions. A fire type, water type, ice type, and earth type. In order to know your classifi

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Hunter let the shadow fall from him like shedding a coat. “Ill met, subditus,” Poe said. In one hand, he held a sword about two spans long with a bowl-shaped guard, and in the other a Barroco dagger. “Ill met, Master,” Hunter said, giving a slight bow and unsheathed his own sword. Hunter was quick, far quicker than average, but Poe was a Master of the blade, and Poe’s quickness would avail him little against Poe’s skill. And that was just the beginning of his disadvantages.

He was strict with Chris and Zand, especially when it came to their training, and he made sure they both sparred with Andy every say. It makes me see Hunter in a new light too, he held his own against a dragon and they were so evenly matched, there was never a clear winner. A lot of things are beginning to make more sense now. Hunter is Celestial Alpha blood, it’s hardly surprising he could take on an unshifted dragon and live to tell the tale. Every time Gabe, Christian, Zander, Gerald or I sparred with him he would wipe the floor with us within minutes.

Eira mentally swore that if she ever found this Armando guy, she might just do something nasty to him. For a second she wondered who he was and so she looked up to find the winner. And there he was. The referee held his hand up announcing him the winner. She couldn't see his face because his entire face was covered in a black mask except for his lips and dark brown eyes. His brown eyes. Dark, bloodthirsty and fierce.

And unlike the first two, he didn’t have any weapons. NAME: Unknown AGE: 5,000,000 HEALTH POINTS: 170,000,000/170,000,000 RACE: Heavenly Pistol Shrimp BLOODLINE: PureHeavenly Pistol Shrimp BLOODLINE RANK: Level 14 LEVEL: Ascension (Level 95.00) POWER LEVEL: 810,150,000,000 WIELDER TYPE: Battle Beast SPECIALTY: Cunning; Agility; Strength GLOWS: Pistol Punch; Claw Raze; Pistol Burst

"Brandur is one. You remember he is called The Destroyer?" She fought back the gratifying smile that tugged at her lips with his growing unease. Maybe she could scare him enough into abandoning his plan and tell her where baby Brand was before the wolves caught up to them. "And they are not just regular wolves," she continued. "They are the size of the legendary Dire wolves. Brand's wolf comes almost up to my shoulder on his flat feet. His teeth are as fearsome as the Háhyrnir (killer whale) that roamed our sea."

No, it couldn’t be… The large beast flapped its serpentine wings above her head as it came in for a landing. It’s scales took on the color of honey, shining like mirrors in the sun, and it landed with the grace of a blue heron, as it’s onyx talons clacked against the concrete patio. Madchen gasped as the beast shook it’s shiny scales, and sitting atop its head were two beautiful black horns. Ruby eyes blinked in the morning mist, eyes that looked vaguely familiar to her.