Pokemon Hunter Novels & Stories

"The girl is mine." The Hunter scoffs, "You're clearly outnumbered." "Hahahah, you'd make a good comedian," Mr. Hogger teases. "Or maybe you just can't count," The Hunter counters. Mr. Hogger shakes his minigun."This gun shoots 3,000 rounds per minute. That's more than all of you combined, with change even." Sophia watches them from the net hanged on the tree. Her eyes are beaming with hope and her face with curiosity to escape. An echo rings joyously inside her heart: 'The Hunter is here.'

"Figures he'd be up front. Probably blowing through Milicent's money like it's nothing." A bell rang, sharp and clear. The crowd went quiet. A door at the far end of the arena opened. A Hunter walked out. Young, maybe nineteen, with a sword that looked too big for his frame. He was shaking. I could see it even from here. "He is definitely a Stage One," Fabian murmured. "First time, probably." Another door opened. What came through wasn't human.

He hit the ground hard, but he was already scrambling to his feet, his weapon raised. "What are you?" the hunter gasped, his mechanical voice glitching. "I'm the mountain's response to your infection," Rangga said, stepping forward. His skin was burning, the bioluminescence reaching a fever pitch that threatened to consume his very flesh. He felt his veins turning into conduits of molten light. Arung leveled his rifle at the hunter’s head. "Drop the blade, or I turn your helmet into a birdhouse." The hunter’s visor flickered. He looked from Arung to the glowing, terrifying figure of Rangga, then to the chasm where his squad had vanished. He didn't drop the blade. Instead, he reached for a de

and dove to the ground. A hunter entered the area with a lethal crossbow in his hands and a hood covering his face. The weapon was engraved with Damon's emblem, a jagged claw. With a snarl, Aiden sprang forward, his wolf emerging. Aiden was quicker than the hunter, pushing the weapon aside and slamming the assailant to the ground as he fired another bolt.

A man on foot had broken free of his hiding spot and was gunning it after us, running at an impossible speed. I didn't need to see the light sucking black surrounding his pupils, annihilating the whites of his eyes to know what he was. I could tell by the way his arms jerked as he bounded towards us, closing the gap between hunter and prey. I slipped my gun from the holster strapped to my thigh and let off three rounds the same instant the front tire ran a hole, jarring my shots and sending them wide. "Keep it steady!"

I shot him a hard look and then started for the driveway, mentally calling Kastem to heel. "Seriously," Hunter continued in a softer tone, following behind us. "It looks like someone crossed a Growlithe and a Volpex." "What the hell is a 'pokemon'?" Avery asked him. At the end of the driveway, across the road, a man leaned against the passenger door of a green Prius. He was tall, his nearly black hair dusted with grey around his temples. He pushed away from the car as we approached him, his eyes widening, but didn't make a move to come closer.

Monster: Oakwood Forest Fire Hound Monster Level: 26 Health: 35,000/43,000 Attack: 210 Defense: 90 Skills: Intimidating Roar, Fire Breath, Rabid Bite, Claw Strike, Fire Fang The archer watched as Kirou narrowly dodged the attacks of the five hounds while retaliating with a few punches to their snouts. It may have been a misconception on the archer's part, but he could swear that the fire hounds seemed to be reacting strangely after being punched. That, coupled with a few damage figures floating above the fire hounds' heads, allowed the archer to deduce that Kirou's gloves probably inflicted a status effect that results in health loss on their targets. As for whether it is poison damage, blee

Suddenly Lauren hear a mechanical voice inside his head "System rebooting 1,2,3,4,.....100, Authenticating host, Strength ( body, might, brawn) - 40, Constitution ( stamina, endurance, validity) - 40, Defence ( resistance, fortitude, resilience) -40, Dexterity ( agility, reflexex, quickness) -40, Charisma ( presence, charm, social) -80, Skills- Cooking, Weapon Master, Close Combat Master, Master Shooter. ____________________________________________________ Items- 3 lottery tickets, spatial pouch, 25000 Pk dollars Lauren looked at his stats and got astonished. Lauren 'what's with this ridiculous allrounder stats' But it didn't surprise him that much as it was a body made by God, then he looks

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

As I came around the corner, I realized I had found Hachiro. “Come on, mother fuckers? You think you’re tough cause you got to join a yakuza clan. Bring it fuckers? I was born into this clan. I was the personal bodyguard of the heir. I was the guard of Kitsune. You pathetic whelps ain’t got shit on me. You only managed to catch me because you gassed our house. And if my wife or baby are hurt from that, I’m resurrecting you to kill you again.” Hachiro was shouting as he used a steel pipe to bash in heads.