Sang Pemburu Novels & Stories

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.

And anxiety, agitation like had never been seen. “We are being hunted Chilemba. The hunters have awoken.” Listening to the nearly decrypted words that were spoken, Chilemba could not understand what the seer meant. After a while, the seer took a deep breath and shook his head. “There’s no need to look at me like that, we are in danger. The faster we get to the savior, the better it is for us. The enemy that surrounds us now, is none like we have seen before.” The seer said as he made some small movements with his legs. All of a sudden, he looked aged. Like whatever it was that was after them, was quite heavy.

"Meanwhile, Hunters are those people who battle monsters, their major jobs are to fight and kill beasts, and most times they move on their own. Only a few Hunters have a group and unlike the Adventurers, they most times protect people from beasts" "Just so you know, Adventurers are explorers who discovers new things, and Hunters are fighters who protect the people from beasts, it's that simple" "So for this exams, you all are going to play the role of the profession you want to become" "For the Adventurers, your job is to find valuable items or things that may look new to you, in other words, we have placed artifacts for you to find in a limited amount of time. Oh and by the way, some items

Those grey, depthless eyes relentlessly try to drag you deep into his dark abyss. Until he paralyzes your mind, until he leaves you defenseless in his mercies, then he's satisfied. He is a perfect replica of his bloodthirsty father, Mark Grant. Why don't I end all of this right now? Kill two snakes with one stone.

The tension escalated as the hunters' gazes locked onto the group, suspicion etched upon their faces. Harry's muscles tensed, his protective instincts flaring as he braced himself for a confrontation. The hunters approached, their expressions hardened with determination. Their leader stepped forward, his voice laced with an undertone of authority. "Have you seen a man named Sangre? We've been tracking him for days," the hunter demanded, his eyes darting between the members of the group. Levi, ever the diplomat, stepped forward, his voice calm and measured. "We haven't seen Sangre. We're on our way to the School, seeking answers ourselves."

Hunter said and continued. "You know we had one more member in our gang. Her name was Sarah. She was like our family. The girl was in love with Rasmus. When she turns 18 she found out Rasmus was her mate but then everything stopped during the rogue attack, and she was killed. She was like a sister to me. I loved her as much as I loved Aurora and Angela. But she left us. It broke us apart but Moon Goddess sent Catherine and she named her baby Sarah," Hunter rasped. His eyes were misty.

The Ravager lands beside me, and I grab its neck and twist hard, leaving it dead on the ground. I’d never kill a human. But a Ravager—that’s not a human. Not anymore. They’re cannibals, and there’s no way back for them. Then a pair of them break loose from the main pack and sprint toward me from opposite sides. I have a split second to understand what went wrong—Wilder’s shield is really at its best when he’s defending in one direction, and he’s been holding it in front of me, not to the sides—and then they’re on me.

I watched for a moment before walking toward my door. As I was shutting it, I heard Elena whisper, “Go get your man, Auntie.” I shook my head. That girl was a disaster walking, and I absolutely adored the organized chaos that was Elena. I quietly crept down the stairs before slipping out the back door and into the forest. I stopped beneath his tree, looking up, scanning the tree for him but not finding him. “I know you’re here, ‘Sprey. I can feel you.” He sighed as he swung himself down out of the tree. “Hey, Scarlett. I was just leaving. I was hunting a squirrel. They’re fast and good to hunt to keep myself fresh and-”

The hunters knew that they were getting close. They crept forward, their weapons at the ready, until they caught sight of Tate standing in a clearing, his massive form silhouetted against the moonlit sky. Without hesitation, the hunters opened fire, their silver bullets ripping through the air and striking Tate with deadly force. Tate came to realize at that moment that he had been on a bad path for so long and barely escaped from the hunters. He went back home to his brother, and Marcus gladly allowed him take back his place knowing that he really had changed.

"A hunter?" "A butcher," Rangga corrected, his breathing ragged. The light on his skin began to pulse in a rapid, frantic pattern, mirroring a heartbeat that wasn't his own. "He’s watching them, Arung. He’s waiting for them to find us so he can confirm our position. If you go out there, you’re walking into a kill box."