Saving People Hunting Things Novels & Stories

A sudden gunshot rang out, startling both Aurora and the vampire hunters, followed by the tiger's fierce roar. She bent down, using her whole body to shield Harvey, afraid that a stray bullet would hit him. Above the slope, Peter and his team also spread out, hiding in the large trees nearby. It wasn't until they saw a group of people approaching wearing police uniforms that they breathed a sigh of relief and walked out simultaneously. This country controls the use of guns and ammunition quite strictly. Therefore, if not the police, then only dangerous criminals use one way or another to own this weapon.

The beta said, neatly placing the daggers and blades on the table. "Hunters….." Evelyn muttered, the word rolling out of her tongue leaving a bitter taste. "Who's hunters?" Rain asked before flopping down on one of the chairs. "Hunters are humans or sometimes other supernatural beings like us, " Scarlett started, "Humans were the first ones known as hunters. They used to hunt us and other supernatural beings like us because they were afraid of our power but that changed long ago. Now, hunters include humans, vampires, and even werewolves. They're a group of people who kill and attack people when they are offered money for the job." Scarlett heaved a sigh. "Hunter attacks are surprising which

i said, trying to catch my breath after the heavy marathon race i did "You were lucky to escape from their hands, i have currently took the other packs to safety, the hunters will be left devasted after hunting and catching nothing, they will be deeply pained" he said

“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.

Surviving meant staying alive, and staying alive meant eating, to eat you need to have food, and to have food you will need to hunt, hunting always brought them out of hiding but not all of the humans came out during the hunting time. They had scouts, they had groups, made of the finest and well trained fighters that they had, the quietest and stealthiest of them because coming out meant you were in danger of being spotted by the scavenging demons which roamed the forest and flew above the empty lands, their very sharp eye sight could easily spot any thing moving down below and that could easily put the hiding place of the humans in danger of being discovered. Night time was the only time th

He betrayed my trust and I will never forgive him for that. They called werewolves ruthless killers but the only ones I can see are hunters. After the way they killed my mother it was clear that they do not have humanity. They will not think twice to kill werewolves . Whether the whole family depends on that wolf or the wolf is a pup. To them they are their prey. Soon hunting season is going to start. Hunters are going to Florida as a large amount of werewolf population stays there. I may not be a part of hunters but I keep a tab on them. I secretly went there for the last two years to save the creatures.

We can touch the metal, but it burns like fuck if it pierces our skin. Usually, one member of our hunter band stays in human form to tote the gear or drive the getaway vehicle if a quick escape is needed. Sometimes their duties double as a sniper to bring down a wolf we’re hunting when it gets too close to civilization or unlucky humans out in the woods. We prefer to bring down rogues as nature intended in wolf-to-wolf combat, but sometimes the situation doesn’t allow for that. Father has already informed Clay he will be acting as the human lookout on tonight’s hunt. I’m not offended that he doesn’t yet trust my shooting skills or fighting skills in my human skin. And after I screwed up roya

He would kill Armando with his bare hands. Hunter didn't know how he spent the next five days in the warehouse. There was only one thing on his head. No matter what, he had to get his Silvia back. And for her, he'd do any f*cking thing. After a devastating week, he was informed that Armando with his six men was on the move. He was heading somewhere. This was the first time he stepped out of his rogue pack. Hunter had heard about this rogue pack a long before. The pack of ruthless rogues who slaughtered people and stole from them. The kingdom had sent a troop to kill these rogues but they all ended up dying.

Luna, her pregnancy not hindering her spirit, prepared with the pack for the essential hunt. In the Nampa forest, hunting wasn't just about the thrill of the chase; it was a sacred act, deeply rooted in the pack's respect for their enchanted home. They hunted only what they needed, ensuring the delicate balance of their realm remained undisturbed. Luna, with her keen eyes and agile movements, exemplified this reverence for the forest.

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-”