Sang Pemburu Novels & Stories

- I was taken by the final boss of this dungeon. The boss was an ancient tree spirit; the forest itself was its body. It didn't kill me. It revealed itself only because I had burned part of its woods previously, leaving a huge scar across its land. And now, it demanded compensation. It wouldn't let me go until I replanted everything I had destroyed. Its voice was neither male nor female. "Kid, that lunatic hacked his way through my forest just to chase you down. So you don't get to walk away from this. And don't worry. I brought your companion, too."

Noah The head goes on the council table with a sound like a bowling ball wrapped in canvas, because that's roughly what it is. Still frozen. I took it out of Dax's freezer forty minutes ago and it's been sweating through the tarp ever since, fogging up the cooler. Now eleven senior hunters are leaning in to look at a dead woman's face like she's a fishing trophy. She's still beautiful. Even now. Even blue. "A penanggalan," I say. "From Malaysia. It’s a good thing I was made to learn about foreign monsters when I was younger or I’d have assumed it was a vampire."

“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.

Just imagine adding a car accident that makes you lose your memory. Hunter is the last to enter the field with his eyes closed, praying for something. I need to take a course in lip reading. When the little girl with glasses takes his hand, his smile grows. He bends down and says something in her ear that also creates a beautiful smile on her face. The anthem begins to play so everyone continues to sing the chapel, causing every person who is watching to shiver all over. I can’t take it anymore, seeing him with his European-style hair with its bit of gel and the brightest blue eyes I've ever seen. There he is, at home. My mother should be a standup comedian, swearing and cursing the judge so

“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

"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.

“Hunters.” Then everything explodes into chaos.

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.]

My raised eyes began to furrow, I started to think of anything he could possibly discuss with the moon goddess. "The hunters are not to be trusted, Elena. They are malevolent, evil. They manipulate people into thinking they are saving the world from harm. Their game is to make the world believe in them and then attack from the back. The hunter boys are just agents, working for their malicious father." "Do you know them that much?." I snuffed a question. "Believe me, I've eaten and dined with them. I've worked with them and they betrayed me. " I breathed out, tucking the instinct that made me not believe her behind. The way she explained about my mate and the house of the hunters were unbelie

And those that remained were in a weakened state. Each rank above Soldiers had its own title. Animal Hunters usually had the title of Cat or Dog as part of their names. Thrashers were usually referred to as Boars or Bulls. The strongest of Thrashers were called ‘Wild Cats’ due to how close they were to becoming Predators. Predators usually possessed the names of the strongest hunters in the world: Lions; Tigers; Leopards; Cobras; Mambas; Eagles; Mongooses. There were several titles for them, but Predators were so few that these titles were impressive when anyone had them.