Saving People Hunting Things Novels & Stories

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.

She pointed to Elian and Brandon. - You're lying. - despite the words, I saw in the eyes of the young hunter not doubts, but a desire to believe. - And why are you all alive? The boy glanced at his teammates. Are you really different? - We are different. I want to convey to your leaders. We need help to keep the truly bloodthirsty predators at bay. - Vincennes will be at the charity event. Some auction of ancient objects, all the money goes to a fund for children with cancer.

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’s the one who made hunters pause before they pulled a trigger and taught wolves that not every hunter lives to kill wolves. She’s the tie between us. Two kinds of people who were never meant to stand on the same side. And yet, here we are. All because of her. By the time the last scream dies, Pete’s men are nothing but broken bodies and blood smeared across the floor. Edwin and his hunters step over the mess like they’ve done this before. Some of them kick at the bodies, checking for breath, movement, any sign of life. However, I don’t wait.

"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.

“Rule 1: the safety needs to be on when you are not actively hunting. Rule 2: Never aim at another person. Rule 3: Only kill what you have to, nothing more. Rule 4: Have respect for every living creature. If your shot doesn’t kill them, end their lives fast. Rule 5: Always shoot to kill.” I paused as I went over the rules again, trying to remember the last one. I sighed. “Daddy, I can’t remember the last one. Can you help me?” He turned towards me and made me lift my face to look into his eyes. “It’s the most important rule, flower. Come on, think. What is it?” I bit my lip, thinking hard. “What animal do we never kill?” I frowned, mentally kicking myself. “Bears. Rule 6: We never kill the b

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?”