Pull The Trigger Piglet Novels & Stories

She knew I didn't have my wolf and she smiled. Suddenly, she appeared right in front of me. I skidded to a stop, my boots sliding in the wet leaves. Madison’s golden eyes gleamed with cruel amusement. “Where do you think you're going, Piglet?” “Please,” I whispered, backing away. “Just leave me alone.” She smirked and grabbed a handful of my hair yanking me forward. “What fun would that be?” Peyton came up behind me and shoved me hard making me fall to the ground. The others circled closer like vultures.

There was no sight of piglets. She wondered which one she would take down and finally decided on the one she had first seen which had returned to its meal. It seemed fatter than the others. Giving it her full attention, she was about to pull the trigger when she heard a gunshot and saw a bullet hit her target, bringing it down. Her finger froze on the trigger. Startled, Arda’s eyes went up because she could tell that the shot had come from somewhere close by in the trees. Her eyes fell on the figure of a hunter who was positioned on the sturdy branch of a tree just a couple of feet beside her.

Each of them held their famous weapon and continuously killed the dark creatures. "Monkey, I definitely have killed more people than you today!" The Pig Immortal held the Nine-Toothed Rake and flew up to the front of a large group of dark creatures. He shook the rake in his hand. Like thousands of silver flowers blooming, all the creatures the light passed would be killed.