Sang Pemburu Novels & Stories

“Tell me what you know.” Rahl leaned closer. “The first kill is a pivotal moment, as it awakens something primal in them. Many hunters call it ‘The Beast.’ Something in them craves the thrill of the hunt and the taste of enemy blood and battle. It’s what fully unleashes you as a hunter.” The feeling she had during the fight came back to her. It was both exhilarating and terrifying. But how long until her ascension? After the fight, she expected it to happen right away.

As if bleeding before giving birth was an everyday thing for me. A new year has arrived, but old commitments remain: Hunter, with the second nomination for the Best Player award, wins more sponsors and consequently more parties, photoshoots and commercials, not that I don’t like to see him looking all hot in the photos showing the six-pack, but I feel terrible around him for not having the little perfect body that I had before.

“Look, I don’t want to have to hurt you. It’s clear we have some knowledge of what’s going on which means that some of you have already talked (Lie) and since you haven’t seen any of your fellow rogues back in your pack, it means the ones that didn’t talk were killed and the ones that did have been protected enough to be safe from the rest of you. So I ask again, who is leading you and why are you here?” “You’re lying!” he shouted back. “Nobody could talk,” he says as he starts to slightly tremble. “What has got you so afraid that you would risk all of this pain and torture just to keep someone else’s secret?” “Who says there’s a secret? I was just talking to a hunter before he flipped out a

So, he started his quest to satisfy his uncontrollable desire. In the beginning, he experimented with insects. Later, it changed to a small animal. Then, a wicked idea flickered inside his mind. Can't he use humans? After all, not all humans are worthy to survive in this world. Some are bound to be hunted down and be preyed on by a mighty predator. This is the law of nature.

Come to me, and I’ll make this world burn for daring to touch you. Raven clenched her jaw, blocking him out as she gutted another hunter. “Get out of my head,” she snarled, her voice half-growl, half-human scream. But the bond throbbed, undeniable. The hunters fought with fanatic precision. They weren’t afraid to die; they wanted to. Each wore a necklace of silver bullets, charms etched with old runes. Their leader, a scarred man with frost-white hair, shouted from the center: “Purify the beasts! For every village burned, for every child stolen, we end them tonight!”

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

"Just hold on, I need to get to Nutusel. Please, please!" She cried out. "The spirit in the woods is praised, be praised, be praised. Japeek is praised, be praised, be praised. Kabril is praised, be praised, be praised." Sporge the great hunter of honor sang his self harmonized worship song as walked in fulfillment through the woods heading to Nutusel. He carried his musket gun on his left shoulder, a strong rope held the gun still on his shoulder; on his right arm, he had a baby with the face of a mysterious being wrapped in his coat.

My retaliation was a public humiliation in front of the entire university that Gary could not simply ignore. The game of humiliation he had carefully planned had turned into a public judgment of him and his lackeys. It broke the last of his restraint and made him go mad. He dropped the civility and stopped testing the waters. That night, the app posted an unprecedented "Ultimate Hunting" Quest. The title was crimson red. [Ultimate Hunting Quest. Capture Sinead alive and take her to the abandoned classroom building in the north.]

I had never felt as complete in my entire life as I did right then. It was hard for me to think about going back to the pack because of the danger that lurked within Dark Moon’s borders. However, I would keep her safe one way or another. I would destroy anyone who tried to harm her. The good news was that Dante, a guy named Chris, and a Light Fae named Pylorna would be there to help. Dante’s gift let him see what the eyes could not and would be the best option to sniffing out our traitors.

His thumb runs once over the healing skin. Something moves through me I don’t have a name for. Heat. Or the terrifying thing under the heat, the part that wants to stop being careful. But it’s a full moon tonight. I’ve heard the stories my whole life. How it makes wolves reckless. How it pulls them toward anyone close enough to answer it, mate or not. What if that’s all this is? What if tomorrow, under an ordinary sky, none of this fire is left, and we’re both just holding a bond that was never real?