Possessed Hunter Novels & Stories

One second he was beside me— The next— He was in front of the hunter, hand fisted in his collar, slamming him back against a tree. “Careful,” Adrian said, his voice lethal. “You don’t get to speak about her like that.” The other hunters didn’t move. Didn’t react. They just watched. Like this was part of the plan. “You think this is about possession?” the hunter asked quietly. Adrian’s grip tightened. “She’s my mate.” “And that’s exactly why you can’t see it clearly.” That— That made Adrian pause. Just for a fraction of a second. But I saw it.

I said as much to my mate. “No,” he explained. “Hunters are human, but they have certain supernatural abilities. They are born with the instinct to kill everything non-human. They don’t live in the grey. They refuse to accept that there are good and evil supernaturals - they simply kill everything that isn’t pure human.”

Ramsy boasted. Delta Ramsy mustered little heed to Higgins' pitiful state as the spat to the soon to-be corpse in his wake. Hunters were members of the resistance, who were mostly humans that had their only goal to be liberating their people and domineering the greater mass of carnivorous beast that desired to usurp any attempts they made to establish a system like theirs or breed enough to try. Higgins' life was dangling on a thin thread, his hands laid across the two ends of the baracade by chains anchored to his wrists and a weakened resolve from that death that just insisted on taking its time before truly drawing the life out of him.

She missed them more and more and longed for both even more than she ever did at this moment, she had to go on and keep moving to get them back as soon as she could. Up next was Abaddon the telepathic demon of hell. Edna had always been a skilled hunter. She had spent years training in the art of tracking and killing her prey, honing her skills until she was one of the most feared hunters in the land. But nothing could have prepared her for what was to come.

she gasped, distressed, trying to move away from him so she could stand up, not seeming to notice how disappointed Hunter was at having to let her go. “I came from there, before I got to you. Believe me, they're fine…” Hunter sighed, keeping his arms around her as he lifted them both up “With any luck, they might have gotten a prisoner… Although I don't think so.” He narrowed his eyes toward the invader's corpse surrounded by a pool of his own blood, nearby. “A sorcerer is behind this…” Corinne swallowed, disturbed “But… I thought everyone had already been exterminated…” “A sorcerer or not, we will make him regret ever daring to threaten tigers and wolves.” once again, he couldn't contain hi

“Our souls don’t break.” “What?” I scoff, “What the hell are you talking about? You have made it quite clear that they do. You have said that too many cracks can tear someone apart, like what almost happened to Neah.” “Hunters,” he sighs. “A Hunter’s soul doesn’t break.” “How is that even possible?” “It’s the way we are born. Maybe it is why I can see souls so well,” he shrugs. I look over at his glass. He has only had a tiny bit of brandy and slowly swills the liquid around the glass.

I whispered as fidgeted with my fingers "Well don't look so glum I'm here to give you a second chance if your willing to take it, it's your choice" "What do you mean" "I mean you have a choice if you wanna become a hunter, here we are at the hunter institute where we recruit and train people to become hunters to defend threats to the supernatural and human community " I just stared at him as he continued "There are also hunters that are part of an elite group called assassin hunters, they are few but they are the strongest and most powerful of all the hunters , chris here is part of that group", he glanced at chris then back to me "he's a vampire with special abilities one of them being he c

I noticed the areas infested with worms and dug my claws into them, making his body recoil violently. Enraged, Hunter roared. I placed Rigan in a corner near a rock and launched myself back into direct combat. The sounds of battle echoed through the clearing. I roared again when I saw Hunter try to rush toward the pup. I positioned myself as a shield, but his poisoned claws plunged into my abdomen. Roaring in pain, I grabbed his hand, holding it in place, and with a brutal strike, I drove my fist into his chest, tearing open a hole in his rotting, half-decayed flesh. I ripped out Dante’s heart—the body possessed by Hunter.

The guy trembled as I Roared in the basement. "I was not following her?" tch tch he will die soon if he lies like this. I took out my gun and pointed it in his head. "If you wanna live, tell me the truth bastard," I spoke calmly this time and he was still shivering. "I have been observing her for so many days, I just wanted to have her for a night." how dare he think that way about a woman, and that too about Luna. no one has the right to think that way about her.

But they never came back. When I went looking for them, I found nothing. No bodies. No scent trail. Only the lingering stench of death and the cruel reality that they were gone forever. I searched for years, trying to uncover who was behind it. But the answers remained out of reach. Still, I know one thing for sure. It was a hunter. A ruthless killer who preys on supernatural creatures like sport. He moves in the shadows, striking whenever he gets the chance. I have seen the aftermath of his work, bodies drained of blood, throat slit, and ashes scattered like dust. And I swear on my blood, on my soul, on everything I am… I will find that bastard. And when I do, his death will be slow. Agoniz