Pokemon Hunter Novels & Stories

I had a mission, and I was determined to see it through. As I fought, I felt a sense of exhilaration coursing through my veins. This was what I was born to do. To fight against the supernatural beings that had destroyed my life and killed my parents. And with every strike, every parry, I was getting closer to my goal. After what felt like hours, the sparring session was over. I was covered in sweat and bruises, but I had proven myself to the hunters. Blake approached me and clapped me on the back. "Well done. You've got what it takes. Welcome to the Order of the Phoenix Hunters."

The blades in the Hunter's hands flickered with incredible speed, and the man himself moved swiftly. The wolf, with a guttural growl, bared his teeth, showing his bloody fangs and carefully watching the enemy. Stepping back a little, Jer tried not to expose his wounded side, from which blood flowed without ceasing. All Jer's movements began to slow down, because the Hunter's silver weapon is poison for the Wolf. A poison that kills slowly and painfully.

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin