Saving People Hunting Things Novels & Stories

"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.

Edna couldn't believe what she had just heard. Her mother, a hunter, had saved werewolves? It went against everything she had been taught growing up. The code of hunters was clear - to hunt those who hunted them, to eliminate the threat to their kind. Saving the very creatures, they were supposed to be fighting against was unthinkable. "My mother saved werewolves?" Edna asked incredulously. "I can't believe it. But she was a hunter and I know that hunters follow a code, and that code is to hunt those who hunt us. But saving those who hunt us, isn't it going against the code?"

and "excellence." Except the motivational posters showed hunters in tactical gear, and the "teamwork" they were promoting involved killing supernatural beings.