Saving People Hunting Things Novels & Stories

“Listen, Phoebe, you may have forgotten the current situation, we are vampire hunters our mission is to hunt and kill vampires, not save humans.” Phoebe still didn't understand what Jax meant, she frowned and asked: “Aren't we hunting and killing Vampires also saving people, instead of constantly going to different places to hunt Vampires, why don't we bring all the townspeople back to the base, like that Vampire won't be able to harm them anymore." Jax leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on Phoebe as if he wanted to eat Phoebe alive, making Phoebe goosebumps:

My stomach dropped. "What?" He nodded. "I hired investigators to find you after you dared to run from me that morning. It took them a week to find you." Something was slamming hard against my rib cage in a really violent way. I knew what it was. My heart. "I found out who you were—Matteo Leone, a twenty three year old bisexual man, living in your father's house like a prisoner." He leaned forward slightly. "I learned everything about you—your urm... useless family, and your situation within hours of funding you."

"Who are you people?" "Is that how to say thank you?" The man holding the rifle smiled. "I literally just saved your life from that beast." He gestured with the gun back to Lucas's body. She gulped down hard, summoning every bit of courage in her. "I have learnt at this point in my life, no one does anything without wanting something in return. Judging by your weapons, and your clothes. You're hunters!" "Oh look, you're smart." "Why did you save me?"

“Poacher?” She nods. “Hunters who hunt supernatural beings for the sport of it and what they can gain. I was brought here and sold. I don’t know what happened to the rest of my pack.” “Don’t confuse them with us,” Sheril says. “Our hunter society is there to preserve peace between all of us. When we hunt, it’s usually those who’ve gone crazy on a killing spree. At least that’s what usually happens.” The guards suddenly stand in front of us again, but this time with Zao.

he move to a place near the river and started cutting tress around that took him a long time to fall one to use as shelter and firewood. All he learned in school and boardrooms are useless he get by on learning the basics to survive. It was a miracle that he was able to last for almost a year alone. until he saw three persons coming to his area. he immediately climb to his lookout post.observing. For along time he did not expect for anyone to look for him. Either they are hunters or bad person like the one who killed the crazy man. They advance towards his shelter and he had to give them a warning. He shoot his arrow and was retaliated by aiming a gun in his direction. A man very familiar

The sun was behind them, and it was difficult to make out any features or look at them for too long, but one turned to the other, and the sun shone on what they were holding- A gun! Fear pierced my heart, and I felt Alex tense, a low growl rumbling from his chest. We both knew what they were. Human hunters. I pressed my stomach into the ground, hiding under Alex’s protective stance. What were they doing here?! One of the humans raised the gun up to their eye, and Alex grabbed my hand, pulling me to my feet. We had rolled down most of the hill, and Alex had swooped me off of my feet and darted behind a building as another shot rang out. I heard the sound of brick breaking as the bullet hit th

Pioneer Square saw three weeks' worth of mangled bodies, each one ripped apart with the brutal accuracy that only a wolf who had lost all humanity could possess. I clenched my fingers over my customized Glock's silver-core rounds. The conventional silver weapons, such as blessed swords, ancient artifacts, and ceremonial nonsense that were impressive but took too long to deploy, were preferred by the majority of hunters. I discovered the hard way that you need something that functions faster than pretty when you're up against a two-hundred-pound killing machine with superhuman power and speed.

No matter how professional you are in hiding your tracks, there is always a mistake or a clue left behind. The warehouse was well hidden. It could be an inside job, or the infernos were just sloppy on hiding. They were raided, and most of them killed. Max and two others were out hunting for food when the raid happened. They survived. The fight was severe, and many of the hunters died.

It would be a disgrace to have an accident that could kill me, or better still get arrested by the police for speed driving while drunk. I walked alone trying to get a cab, until two people stopped in front of me. They looked dangerous so I avoided them while still walking. One suddenly pushed me forward, I tried to attack but they stabbed me with something that made me weaker. I wanted to run but my legs could hardly run fast. Yet, I still managed to take to my heels using my remaining strength and abilities. Then I understand who they are. They are hunters, who are hunting werewolves and other supernatural creatures down. Most especially the evil ones who go after humans and every vulnerab

I slash at it again as it tries to claw at me. Suddenly a big black mass moves in front of me, knocking the demon dog out of the way. The mare. She saved me. I wriggle my hand free of Rhett’s. I see him raise his bow and shoot at one of the large flying monsters high above us. I know he hits it but the bird still circles unphased by the tiny arrow. A hissing sound rises above the growls and gnashing of teeth. “For fucks sake!” I hear Rhett say right before I see the walkers running at full speed toward us.