Sang Pemburu Novels & Stories

“12 out of 21 deer have been killed by this hunter.” Holding my spear, I am trying to catch my breath while paying my whole attention to the keeper. Keepers are the one who has the information of how many kills a hunter has in an hour. “None other than, Raffi of the Ambrose’s!” I saw my father fixing his hunter’s robe while wearing his huge smile. The whole tribe is excited especially the women of which gender I belong to. I started to walk to the wooden stage created by the tribe for this kind of ceremony. Everybody is happy and I hope this will last forever.

I answered and adjusted my posture. "Hunters are advised to attack at noon when the sun is high up in the sky, so the light can be used as an advantage. Hunters should only engage vampires at night when it cannot be avoided. Blessed oil is most preferred to blessed water because it doesn't evaporate quickly, it burns into their skin, and a little can go a long way. As for the bullet, it has to be prepared by the hunter to be sure of its purity and the blessing inscriptions," I explained.

“Look how big they are.” “I bet they’re warm.” “There are so many of them.” “And look, the other packs members are here.” “They want to meet us.” “Do you think they’ll like us.” “Of course they’re going to love you,” I tell them, turning as one of our warriors begins walking forward, his nose in the air. He growls softly, and I watch Mango go rigid, staring at him. “Stephen, what are you doing?” Kieran asks him. “Mate,” he growls softly, still prowling toward Mango. “I’ve been searching for you. You’ve always stayed just out of reach, just far enough that I could smell you, but never find you.”

Silence settled more heavily around the circle. “Once a hunter has physically restrained a participant and declared his claim before an official witness, his Hunt is complete. He may not release his chosen woman and pursue another.” Several women exchanged nervous glances. Aldric continued. “If a participant reaches the sanctuary before sunrise, she is protected under sacred law. No hunter may touch, pursue, or claim her after she crosses the boundary.” His expression hardened. “Any hunter violating the sanctuary will forfeit his title and territory.” That drew several murmurs.

“Here’s the rules of the game ye wee sly lass. It’ll do ye well to listen. Ye’ll get a five-minute head start before we come looking for you in these woods.” The man in front of me who I now know to be Walker, steps off to the side as if moving out of my way while my captor continues explaining. “The objective is to do whatever it takes to not get caught. If ye make it back to the manor before one of us catches you or by sunrise, ye wins the game and weel release ye fit as a fiddle. If ye don’t make it back though and one or both of us catches you, we win. Ye ken?”

We knew where the General’s house was and which houses to skip, because there would only be women and children there. Usually, I would go straight for my number one. But, in this case, I had to be tactical. Since he’s the general, he will most likely be out there, fighting amongst the soldiers he’s trained. I had asked my little wolf what the difference was between soldiers and hunters, because aren’t they all hunters in the end? She had explained that those that are given the title hunters, are similar to our scouts. They set traps, they look for prey, and they either work alone or in small groups.

Kara places the seeds into the hole she has dug with her bare hands. “The tribe's leader denied Hunt, Hunt was furious He stole away in the night dressed in a cloak in search for the trees When he came to the place where the trees were hidden he took the torch he carried and burned that part of the forest to the ground,” tears shimmered in Kara’s eyes as she told this story. “It’s said that when the trees burned they sang the most hunting song of sorrow and death, people kneeled before the burning trees and wept,” Kara uttered. She turned her head so I couldn't see her fight back tears.

His watchful eyes scan the surroundings, ensuring the safety of their journey. Hunter, adorned with his trusty spear and a dagger tucked into his wrap, takes on the crucial role of scout, swimming at the forefront of the group. His weapon of choice, a sleek and sturdy spear, is poised to strike at a moment's notice, ready to defend against any threats that may emerge. The gleaming blade of his dagger serves as a versatile tool for close-quarters combat or precise underwater tasks.

As well as that, they also have searchers. Searchers are the ones who’re more like travelers in the kingdom. Their job is to search and confirm the level of a beast and then tag the beast. When they do this, it reflects in the hunting base that’s in each section of all the villages and informs the hunters nearer, and they’d be able to pick a mission of their choice from all the available ones.

They might attack because of that hatred, plus want to seize this area. Nero, Riri and some troops from Buthak helped him. They saw hordes of hunters with guns that fired bullets that never stopped… it was like a massacre. Two people carry the machine, once the bullet hits the target, that person will immediately die. There were so many corpses of people lying around. He even saw his father's body in the middle of the field covered in blood. Burdak went berserk… he was like a demon at that time… he instantly broke the neck and head of the enemy he saw. He didn't think… he just moved by instinct, and it seemed like his entire team is like that, Nero, Riri and the Buthak soldiers all went craz