Pokemon Hunter Novels & Stories

“I’ve known you all my life. You can fool Rehan with your games, but not me.” His eyes darkened with something that made her blood run cold. “I’m Ekansh,” he continued, his voice steady but laced with menace. “Rehan’s most loyal friend. And I’ve been waiting for the day you’d finally go too far.” Shama’s heart pounded in her chest. *Ekansh...* She remembered the character from the comic—Rehan’s closest friend and fiercest protector. In the story, Ekansh had always despised Shanaya for the harm she caused Naina, and now that hatred burned in his gaze.

There will be another hunting party before they declare the final winner hehe ***

He didn't appear to be upset to be joining his mate at all. Of the more than 3,000 omegas that had started The Hunt, only 243 were still unclaimed. That night, 243 Hunters returned to the castle and planned the next phase of their attack. Because, at this point in the game, their animalistic nature could do nothing less than attack.

I was engaged with a book about hunters which I got from William's old book collection. Hunters were half human and half supernatural. They looked like humans but has speed of werewolves. They can detect any werewolves near by. Their violet eyes starts glowing. Unlike other supernatural creatures hunters did not have other supernatural powers other than their speed that they can only use if their prey is near them.

Hunter felt ashamed and indignant when he heard Charlie’s mockery. When he saw the playful teasing expression in Charlie’s eyes, a strong sense of fear surged up deep in his heart once again. He subconsciously said, “This… This cannot be possible! Even an eight-star martial artist would not have been able to defuse my ‘Divine Tiger Out the Mountain’ so easily! How on earth did you manage to do that?!” Hunter’s words were also the heartfelt words that everyone in Ten Thousand Armies, including Porter, wanted to ask.

More hunters begin pouring out of the facility. Avani swings around again, his tail slamming hunters, sending them flying into the forest. I hear several as they hit the trees, their hearts stopping from the sudden impact, their bones smashed to pieces. From the bit of light from the facility, I see something that nearly makes my heart stop. It looks like a harpoon launcher. When the contraption turns to face Avani, I can see that it already has a harpoon loaded. I hear the thunk as the harpoon is shot from the launcher and unlike the arrow, the harpoon whooshes through the air.

The death paladin let go of its sword and let it stab into the sand while it spun around counterclockwise and bashed its shield at the Hunter. “Argh!” The Hunter was sent flying across the desert. He managed to flip his body and land on his first until he came to a stop. That action made his hood fall down and exposed his head. He had light green hair on the top that was tied back and he shaved the sides and back of his head. He had green eyes as well. He lifted his head to look at the death paladin. It grabbed its sword and started charging toward the Hunter. The Hunter flapped his cloak back and reached for something on his waist, a small bell.

He said. I just sat there completely in shock. Then I grabbed my champagne and chugged the class before setting it back on the table. Damien just smiled at me, trying to hide his laughter. “I don’t see how any of this is funny… Do you realize who I am?” I hissed. “Snow, trust me, I know everything there is to know about you.” He said. “No, I don’t think you understand… I am a Hunter. A VAMPIRE HUNTER… You are a Vampire. I’m supposed to kill you. Why would the gods make me your gifted mate? It just doesn’t make sense.” I said.

The dark figure let out a guttural cry of pain, its life essence flowing forth in a torrent of gore. Hunter is not a skilled swordsman, he sheath his sword to his side for emergency and fights bloody with his lupine abilities. Like a true beast, he launches at a group of five rogues, sending two tumbling in the air with a thrust of his hands as he sinks his teeth deep into one of their necks, his claws piercing through hard bodies, and using his victim as his shield. His jaws are dripping blood, and his clothes are now soaked in it. He sends the last body hurling toward another group as they charge toward him, scattering them in different directions.

I scanned the trees in front of us and my eyes fell into the grass with rash movements, just near a chir pine tree. “Quinn, East!” I shouted as I felt something from the east running in our direction. Quinn nodded and immediately positioned her bow to release the arrow with poison. With a bolt, Quinn calmly let go of the arrow when a big brown werewolf appeared. This is our first time to see a brown-haired werewolf, most of the hunts we’ve been to have black or grey fur. “Brown?” Rendall asked as we saw the arrow hit its leg and growl in pain.