Saving People Hunting Things Novels & Stories

The Hunter Organization. A mysterious entity that Mr. Aikens, Mane’s teacher back at the Wielder Academy, had refused to speak on. Although they had built and nurtured Wielder Academies all over the planet of Zandor, very little was known about those who were the true backbone of this institution. All that the commonfolk knew was that it was comprised of individuals called hunters who farmed and killed dangerous creatures and sold them to wealthy merchants for processing. There were rumours that they were also in charge of protecting the world, but when Zandor had been invaded, they disappeared. This made people realize that it was this was a baseless rumour.

The Hunter stands guards, looking all around the forest for whence the man will appear. As soon as they slowly put her down to the ground he walks towards them, "Watch the area." He ducks down to Sophia taking the net over her. "Hunter," she hugs him. "I saw smoke from the village. Is everyone okay?" "They can take care of themselves. I came to get you." "What about Joe?" Sophia questions, "Is he okay?" "Joe died," The Hunter responds briefly."I tried to save him but the fire got to him a little too quick... We have to move."

She knew the cleanup team would arrive soon. They exited the woods and got back into the car. Everyone was silent, until Ruth finally spoke again. “Those people you saw... they’re called the Hunters. Not the deer-and-rabbit kind. The ones who bear hatred for werewolves. They pretty much want to wipe every werewolf off the map. Good or bad, it doesn’t matter to them.” She paused and glanced at them. “Alex, you look like you just got indigestion. Are you okay?” Alexander looked up slowly, worry all over his face. “Those two back there...” he muttered.

Maybe if I have I had better chances of saving my life. "What the hell is that?" I duck a bit lower and squint, trying to see if someone just fell from a tree or something. It could be some harmless animal wandering the forest in the middle of the night. Right. The odds of that are probably not on my favor but... "Oh Goddess!" I gasp and this time, I wrap my hand over my mouth and stare wide eyed at a dark, creepy figure standing right ahead of us. Possibly a meter away from the hood of Hunter's car.

"Let's stay in hide for now. Let's see what will happen in the next few hours." Both me and Dylan were in so much awe and shock as the massacre takes place right in front of our very eyes. My mate was laughing and she's more than contented with it. I should be stopping her but I know better. I can't interfere someone's awakening. But then, a gunshot made her rampaging stop. My eyes were quick to find who shoots her. There was a man hiding on a tree. Hunters.. "Hey! I can smell some Alexanders! Call for backup!"

I ask knowing they were only thinking about the safety of us and our other pack members, but I don’t want to stand here and throw someone to their death regardless, of what they could have done. “No! As I said, the only way they leave when they are hunting is to eat, these aren’t going anywhere unless they eat someone!” Emmett exclaimed getting more pissed off the closer these things got, my heart breaking as I hold even tighter onto Archer’s arm out of pure fear. “What can we do then?” I ask on the verge of tears as the things seemed to stop slightly when one of the corpses of some dead animals lay on the ground and they soon devoured it giving us more time.

My senses were on full alert at the mention of the bullets. “Something like that.” He chuckled. “Word reached me about those things, and I’ve been trying to deal with them on my own ever since. Silver takes them down for a little bit, but it doesn’t kill them. You’re lucky I got to you when I did. Any later and you’d have been a monster snack.” “I don’t understand. You clearly know what I am, why did you bother saving me from that thing? Don’t you hunters, ya know, hunt us?”

He shook his head, “Not yet. We shift back when we die, but no one has died yet. They haven’t figured out that they need to use silver bullets yet.” I said the only thing that I could think of, “Let’s just pray to the goddess that they don’t figure that out. Are you keeping the kids close to the pack?” He nodded, “We have no choice. A regular bullet would kill them.” I smile, “True, but they don’t have wolves yet either.” He sighed, “Agreed, but you also know how humans spook when they hear footsteps in the woods. There is nothing scarier than a spooked human with a rifle.” I replied, “I can think of one thing scarier. A human with a rifle loaded with silver bullets with the sole purpose of

one of the hunters shouted, his voice carrying across the trees. We had crossed paths with them before—men carrying shotguns, knives, and other weapons reeking of iron and gunpowder. Some of them even carried small explosives strapped to their belts. I had smelled the stench long before they appeared, the foul tang of human ambition and greed lingering in the air. I knew the type. Hunters. Men who killed for trophies. Who saw creatures like us as nothing more than beasts to be mounted on walls or sold for coin. “Hera, run,” I whispered sharply to my wife as soon as the first rifle swung in her direction.

Two large hunting dogs were sniffing Hatice's scent. At this moment... "What is hunting?" Leonard's family was ready, Leonard was holding a hunting rifle, Nina was leading the hunting dogs. Aaron and Lucas were holding a small Teddy. "Hunting is shooting animals and bringing them home." "The teacher said to protect small animals." Lucas and Aaron said in unison. Leonard looked at them helplessly. "Okay, then don't shoot them."