Prelogue Mga Nobela at Kwento

Hello faithful readers. How do you do? I have been incognito for a while due to some hardware issues with my computer but I have found a way around that thanks to God. I am sorry for letting you all down and hope that wouldn't happen again. Now that I have that out of the way, there is an announcement to make. I am here to inform you that Book 1 of Hunters: The Prequel - Hunter Hunted - is over. And Book 2 begins today!

a dagger running across his throat shut him up immediately as he fell to his knees. Trix’s world became silent, her heartbeat the only thing that she could hear. A ticking time bomb it was, one that had beat just as loud somewhere else. This was déjà vu, something similar had happened. This reminder shifted something in her a shift that started with her next words. “Well good riddance, he would have ruined the whole party,” she said glancing away from the dead corpse and towards the princess. “I know right,” she said on her infinite amount of glasses.

Our suspicious were soon confirmed. The smell of decay was the first thing that hit us. Something or someone's corps was rotting inside. This could probably be the den of some rogue vampires. They usually don't clean after themselves. They would leave their kill around until it turns to bones. I looked back at the men behind me. They had blank faces and tense bodies. They were on fight mode, ready for whatever was waiting for us at the end of the long tunnel.

“How can you say so? Have you already seen one?” “You still have a lot to learn, Migi.” He smiled a little widely, ruffling her hair. “They’re everywhere. I’d say you might even have encountered them already; only, you cannot perceive them as one. Camouflage as what you might say. They’re good at that. After all, they are a supernatural existence gifted with different abilities, which you might have—like everyone else around you.”

She could only guess and it was confusing, as if it was a grand preparation from a distant past! On the other hand, Hwagu was sighing, even seemed smiling as he feel the distortion of the sky and the scream of those souls who was being awakened. “Something great and dangerous was approaching, and the Great Preparation of History has been ready, a setting that only aware one will to notice.”

I ask just before we make a sharp turn to a wide hallway. “Alpha Daymion has to settle a few things; seal the hole that has gaped since his departure.” “Hmm,” I nod, immediately pushing thoughts about the old man out of my head. “How did we really manage to get here? Last I remembered we were in a cart.” Sir Brak looks at me with one eye closed, the open eye’s brow perked. It is more of a ‘Please do not tell me you don’t know’ kind of look. “The thing about Supernaturalism is that it deals with uncanny stuff like Portals.”

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW "Yes, I want everything to be at my doorstep before 9 am." He said as he took a sip of coffee "I don’t care, you heard what I said." He growled out before he hung up the call As he hung up the call he walked to his bed and lay on it before he heard a soft knock on the door, before he could say anything the door opened. "We need to leave now." "Now? It’s past eleven, can’t we wait till tomorrow?"

What more is there to enjoy if he stays behind? If Angela dies, I will be broken till I kill this man. "Inject them again! I feel the burn. They are mind-linking each other. The witch curse is driving me crazy." *"You must live on, Xylus. Regain your wolf strength, seek Harin and ensure you take his life"* "You have my word. Alpha!" A strong ambiance is felt, then came Alpha Oclean with some of his royal wolves. The bandits froze in an instant. I saw Harin's eyes widen in shock and fear. He shake involuntarily.

I sat at the edge, arms crossed as I stared at nothing in particular. "You’re distracted," Gideon remarked, stepping closer. "Your father gives you one order, and suddenly you’re lost in your thoughts." I clenched my jaw. "I’m fine." Gideon chuckled. "You know, your father isn’t wrong. That girl—Luna—she’s nothing but trouble. You think it’s a coincidence the Revenants are after her?" I turned to glare at him. "Maybe she’s a victim in all of this." He scoffed. "Or maybe she’s the reason it’s all happening. The prophecy speaks of a child of dusk and moonlight, doesn’t it? You ever stop to think she might be the key to bringing the Revenants back?"

Chapter 71 The temple loomed before them, its towering pillars fractured but unbroken, the remnants of an age long past. Vines, blackened as if touched by fire, coiled around its base, pulsing faintly with an eerie glow. The grand entrance yawned open like a hungry maw, darkness swirling within. The air was thick, heavy, humming with something unseen yet felt. Elior hesitated for only a moment before stepping forward, the echo of his footfalls swallowed by the void beyond. The others followed, their forms wreathed in flickering torchlight, their faces drawn but determined.