Possessed Hunter Novels & Stories

He was born with the spirit within him. “Hunters are, as the name suggests. They track down and kill supernatural beings. Though I expect not as much as they once did. Perhaps picking and choosing who lives and who dies. Or perhaps being mated with a spirit of the Stars has clouded his duty enough that he doesn’t hunt anyone,” I say, both hinting at the truth of Rem’s nature but not directly saying anything that his friends wouldn’t already know.

It felt like my blood froze in my veins when I saw him there, at my bedroom door. His arms were crossed over his chest, his expression was terrifying. Those eyes that I loved so much now only looked cold, but deadly cold. I was never so afraid as at that time. Not from him, but from what he was capable of doing. Hunter was perfectly capable of starting a war between all species, just because some gave me a bad look. That’s how possessive wolves were.

We know their aim is to always find the chance, and when they get it, slaughter us. They have got the skill. In fact, a Hunter with no weapon whatsoever and whose hands are even tied together may kill a Vampire, if he's not being careful. Hunters are very advanced and more like us, supernatural, but it's just that their DNA is of a human, and they are solely made to protect Humans.

The vampire that killed Ethan blurted out but his calm expression was broken into one of fear. “You are the vampire that hunts vampires!” This realization forced him to immediately try and retreat but that was not possible because the only thing that left that position was his body, not his head. The difference in their ability was that vast as he had been decapitated before he even realized that he was without a head. “Vampire hunter? That’s vulgar. Please, call me Liam,” The man said to the head in his hand.

His voice sounds increasingly angry with each word . " Which part ? " I scoff . " All of it . I could never kill Diana even if someone took my soul and replaced it with a hunter's ! " He hits back with rage . Hunters are said to be humans with above average abilities , their only aim is to rid the world of supernatural species , more often than not , they tend to go for werewolves and vampires the most . They usually leave seers , witches and related species alone . His statement didn't make sense in the least.

Covering up the hole with some moss, she dusted off her dress and hurried home, her thoughts of the Hunters exposing her long gone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "They're here! The Hunters have arrived!" The cries of the young boys ran through the whole village, many men and women coming out to see the sight. Liam riding in front, followed by nine other men, all on horseback. On the back of Liam's horse was the dead carcass of a mountain lion, and his quiver held an unusual number of arrows. Instead of the standard twelve like the rest of the men in his party, it held 15, two from the archer who had shot the beast earlier, as well as the arrow aimed to warn him.

He doesn’t blink. Hunter: “Doesn’t matter. You’re on the list. Abomination.” He fires. The bolt is fast (faster than human). I’m faster. I catch it mid-air with two fingers, lightning crawling over the wood until it turns to ash. Celeste: “Rude.” He drops the crossbow, draws twin silver kukris, and moves (insane speed, perfect form). He’s not human. Not fully. Some kind of augmented hunter (blessed, cursed, rebuilt).

I managed to complain despite my knees feeling like jelly. He chuckled at my remark, “Well you only did after they left. You held out well. I’m sorry I didn’t get to explain it better, but I didn’t let them see your face because I don’t want to share you. Those hunters aren’t just supernatural killers. They constantly seek power, wanting to infuse supernatural abilities to humans. They’re envious of us while constantly believing we’re evil, what hypocrites. They have their own records of the peculiar ones, that I have no idea whether you’re in it or not, but we can’t risk it. I don’t want them possibly following you around if they recognize you by chance.”

They instinctively looked down. Then everyone froze. The pink, suggestive interface of "Goddess Hunter" disappeared. It was replaced by a cold black interface that looked like a tombstone. At the center of the screen, the photo of me that had been treated as prey vanished too. In its place was Gary's face, twisted with shock. Under his photo, blood red words slowly appeared. [New game activated, Scumbag Hunter.] [Target: Gary Zachary York.] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time.

Clarence muttered. “It's much more likely that I'll just go into my beastform,” Hunter said, ignoring him. “On the off chance I'm unfortunate enough to shift and get possessed, I need someone ready to subdue me. Just not him.” He shot a look at Clarence. “You have my word,” said Ulric. “Ours, too,” Victor and Bella said in unison. Clarence gave a chuff of acknowledgment, but he wouldn't look at any of them. “Okay, then. Any more questions before we get started?” asked Hunter.