Pokemon Hunter Novels & Stories

I nodded while tucking a few strands of my hair behind my ear. “Wanna go hunting?” He asked. “Hunting?” I inquired, frowning. I had never gone hunting. “Yup, today I and Luther are going hunting. It’s our favorite game. Actually, It’s in our blood.” He chuckled. “You two kill animals for fun?” “Not only do we kill animals but also skin them and eat them, darling,” Luther said. I cringed at the way he was speaking. “How could you eat wild animals?”

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

“You can’t be a hunter if you don’t investigate.” “Oh, okay,” said Damon, embarrassed. Cael came back to Damon and Kyra. “What happened? Did they see anything?” Kyra asked. “They find a creature that is their campsite, and it attacks them. The campers said it’s a giant Komodo dragon.“ said Cael. Kyra looked at Damon. “You already have a weapon, don’t you?” Kyra asked. “Weapon? I got the ability.” Damon said. “If your ability fails, your weapon will keep you alive,” Kyra said. “Always remember that.”

Very confused and a bit concerned she had lost her mind I continued questioning her, “What do you mean your a hybrid? How can you be? My dad was a Hunter and Hunters are human. It doesn’t make any sense!” Elly explained, “Think about it. Yes Hunter’s are generally considered human but that isn’t really the case. They are stronger, more agile and faster than humans. They attribute this to their training but in reality it is their every blood that allows it.” “How do you know all this?” I asked. “Because inner beasts are intrinsically born knowing who and what they are. The Moon Goddess herself bestows this information to us.” “Okay than what are we? Obviously we are werewolves but what truly

Wait that's a bad thing, they've actually just shown me their identities, they're not planning on letting us go. "Can you please shut that thing up?" Small robber dude shouts from the front, I look down at the baby I didn't know how, I wasn't a mother and that's who she wanted right now. I bounce her but it wasn't working again she didn't want me! Tall robber dude leans over to the front opening the glove box, while smacking the other dude up the head. "She's a baby idiot! Here don't worry it's clean" he says sitting back holding a pink dummy in his hand, I take it from him putting into her mouth which slowly makes her calm down.

Ronan asked. The man flinched, just slightly, but it was enough. I saw it in his eyes—the moment he knew we’d caught on. I bent down, grabbing his hand and turning it to the side, exposing the faint mark etched into his skin. My growl rumbled in my throat. "He's a hunter." "Fuck," he hissed, the rope snapping as his claws swiped through the air where I’d just been. He bolted, but he wasn’t fast enough.

This time he did connect with Lucas but the male was there to use Omar's momentum against him, the giant wolf's body slamming into the snow with a thud. A scream from a distance told Chloe Katie had seen the way Omar hit the ground and yet the blonde could do nothing but watch as Omar forced himself into his paws while Lucas removed his rifle and his jacket, eyes focused on the wolf but features giving nothing away. Surely he didn't intend to fight Omar in human form? It was suicide! And yet Chloe quickly realised that the one at a disadvantage was Omar. Lucas was a machine; avoiding and blocking everything Omar threw at him without any effort.

These hunters had trained their entire lives to fight werewolves. Not Kitsunes. Not spirits that wielded living fire. Harlan Dawson pushed through the confusion, drawing his silver sword. "Hold your ground!" he roared. "Don't break formation!" Some obeyed. Many didn't. A hunter loosed a silver arrow. Homura caught it between two fingers without even looking. Her eyes slowly shifted toward him. In that moment, he wished they hadn't. She flicked her wrist and the arrow shot back faster than it had come. It struck the hunter's shoulder, throwing him onto his back.

But he wasn’t going to let him go just like that. “Who are you?” Jai whispered, already getting the code that he had to speak in a lower volume. The guy sensed Jai’s alert mode and raised his hands. “I’m Ahub, a hunter from Deleima.” Jai lowered his hand and retracted his thunder a bit as he observed the young man. The man had a slight tan skin, a red fang mark on his right cheek, and some scars on his hands that were visible due to the short sleeved upper clothes. He was wearing a chest buckler that was dark in color and strapped to his shoulder with tight leather strap. His pants were 3/4 and he was wearing boots that covered all of his feet up. It was weird combination of a seemingly khak

Fortunately, my lack of skill didn't lead to any terrible occurrences. Phoenix was able to very quickly even the playing field by taking out or incapacitating most of the enemy. I had an odd fascination as I watched Phoenix skillful cut down the hunters with his sword skills. He also wasn't above using simple tricks and targeting the enemies weakness. I also felt strange watching that. Phoenix actually gave off an air of being Noble and honourable. But in the fight against the hunters he proved to be superbly practical and straightforward. If he saw a way to win that didn't involve loosing anyone important to him then he would take it.