Possessed Hunter Novels & Stories

Lord, I know I’m going to regret this, but please, help me anyway. “Alright, fine! I’ll go with you!” The moment I said that, I felt like I wanted to take my words back. “HAHA I’m the winner! No takebacks, Alina Ysabelle Allard!” And with that, I thought I saw Lucifer in Veronica’s smile.

He is – “The nail in your coffin,” the man says and pulls the trigger, blasting Zion’s once-loyal follower to smithereens. Alec Winters, the Hunter. He is a legend among all packs for never having lost a fight with an incubus or succubus before. Is he here for Alisa? He stretches out his hand and I decide to take it, allowing him to pull me up. If he’s not against me, then I can assume that he is with me.

Then I tilted my head to the side, deciding to use his own tactics against him, my voice sickening sweet. "There's one thing I can't imagine, though. If you were the one who led the attack on The Skyefrost Pack, then you should look much older." I raised a hand to my lips. "Umm... why is that?" I lowered my hands and raised my eyebrows. "Could it be that you're an abomination just like those you hunt?" "I am no abomination!" he yelled, shaking the bars of his cage, resembling a caged animal. "As a Hunter, God has given me the powers I need to do His work!"

"Are you sure about that, leader Matilda? The hunter is tricky. She always changes her appearance, therefore, it's a bit hard to find her. I also heard from her victims that she use something to hide her real scent." Kasper looks at his mom and she just nods. Kasper's mother gave him a look to just follow her command. "My son is not the leader of the alpha pack for nothing. He just needs to observe the hunter and find out who's her informant because I guess that there is a spy here in our village... Don't let your guard down, my son. And if you found an opportunity, kill the hunter!" "Yes, mother," Kasper said and bow to her. "I will accompany the alpha leader." Every one of them look at Fli

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.

I shook my head as this wasn’t making any sense. “The kills, they weren’t all vampires. Most of them were other hunters. I think this one is on the run from his own. But the fact he’s gotten this deep into the territory has Ductus Toño on edge, sending his men looking for him.” Diana explained. A hunter being hunted by his own? Well, shit, what could he have done to cross his people? Mistake one of a supernatural creature? It’s still not adding up. And honestly, beyond adding avoid the hunter to my list, I don’t see a reason to care.

“Are they really going to just let me fall back?” That's actually... cause me a sigh of relief. I'm tired by the eyes that following my every steps! Then there's Grandma I notice anxious and been in contact with the messengers lady. And everyone of them is given grandma a jade, however it only cause Grandma to deeply anxious. Then her expression greatly change, she said in certainty, “It must be those horrible species! The Lycan kidnapped the future of the huntress!” “Future... of the huntress?” I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise.

Trent said. Nick wanted to laugh, “The hunters no longer exist.” “Yes, they do. With the permission of the Council, I would like to take down this hunter.” Trent said hotly. Nick rolled his eyes. The Alpha of a pack was usually the most capable lycanthrope and since Nick had assumed that post, Trent had challanged him at every turn, trying to sway the council in his favour. Nick wasn't bothered, the only way he could lose his post was if he stepped down or if he lost a battle challenge to Trent, none of which was happening anytime soon.

"Jesse, what's been bothering you? I can see it in your eyes. Please, tell us." Jesse sighed, his gaze fixed on the dancing flames. "There are things you all need to know," he began, his voice heavy with emotion. "Secrets that have haunted me for centuries." We leaned in, our curiosity piqued. Jesse took a deep breath, steeling himself for the revelations that were about to come. "I am not just a vampire," he confessed. "I am a descendant of an ancient bloodline, one that holds immense power and a dark legacy." Gasps filled the air as we absorbed his words.

he reached out to greet Ann's father, Eljo Willow, and thought, ‘he looks familiar. Eljo took Wynn’s hand with a firm grip. “Willow, vampire hunter.” Eljo, being born with a special ability to seek out the dead, immediately felt that Wynn was half dead. Wynn tried to get his hand out of Eljo’s grip, but once a hunter’s sense kicks in, they were overcome with power greater than that of a vampire. In the hunting state, no spell or compulsion will work on them. “Dad?” Ann tucked at the father’s arm.