Saving People Hunting Things Novels & Stories

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

“The medics will be here to check on you in a minute. Just stay here, you are safe now.” “Wait.” I say, wanting to know who these people are that have saved me. “Who are you?” He smiles kindly at me. “We’re from a guild of hunters. We hunt the supernatural and kill them. You don’t have to worry, we’re very good at what we do.” He pats my hand before stepping out of the truck. Hunters? I’ve gone from one hell to another. If they find out what I am, they will kill me, or worse, imprison me and keep me as their lab rat. I need to get out of here.

"You would come by my place by 8:00 am and then we can go from there." "What do we usually hunt for?" "Anything we're told to hunt. From animals to enemies." With a darting gaze, her brows furrowed. "Enemies?" "Yeah, one of the advantages of going hunting weekly is to keep the woods safe. We could pick up the scent of enemies lurking around. These enemies could be rogues, dark beasts, witches, vampires, even hybrids." "What are dark beasts?" she asked. I liked the expression on her face that showed she was oblivious to things like this.

The man was about to pull the trigger when a huge black wolf came out of nowhere and practically ripped off his upper body. “Aaron,” Tallulah sighed in relief Our partner! “He’s here to save us,” Rhea cheered as we watched Cronus chase after Wendell, who seemed unfazed. “Look who we have here. The big alla bad. It took a while, huh?” said Wendell. He looked back and screamed. "Now!" A dozen more hunters exploded above the trees, all of them holding guns or bows with arrows. They shot at Aaron, but he managed to dodge as he ran toward me and Tallulah.

I asked suddenly feeling alarmed. "Sort of, not all hunters kill but they are mostly known for it. See hunters are just human beings with the ability to attract the supernatural to them. Their blood has a certain smell that draws the supernatural. There is a certain brotherhood of hunters which dedicates themselves to finding hunters, brainwashing them to attract, hunt, and kill any supernatural creature, that's why hunters are dangerous to us. Finders are also a treasure to the brotherhood, but they never recruit females for some reason."

"Shut up and watch." "What now!" Huffing I directed my gaze at the people. They looked like normal hunters with black dresses and guns in their hands until my eyes fell on the thing they hunted laying in the ground. I gasped as my hand went up to my mouth. It was a man, precisely a forest ranger judging by the khaki uniform he wore. "They are no hunters, they are criminals," Hunter whispered from behind me. "Come on, we have to go before they notice us." I nodded, my mind was still frozen.

he said with raised eyebrows, “but I think you’re wrong about keeping away from the humans. I’ve been thinking about it, and where is the one place that the hunters would never think to look for us? I think it’s our anti-social behaviour that actually draws attention to ourselves. Maybe if we interacted more with the outside world, they will never suspect who we really are.” I opened my mouth to argue, but for once he made quite a good point. So instead I just mumbled, “I’m not sure it’ll go down well with some of the pack.” “That may be,” he replied, “but 8 deaths in the last 2 month is a pretty good reminder to shut them up.”

"Meanwhile, Hunters are those people who battle monsters, their major jobs are to fight and kill beasts, and most times they move on their own. Only a few Hunters have a group and unlike the Adventurers, they most times protect people from beasts" "Just so you know, Adventurers are explorers who discovers new things, and Hunters are fighters who protect the people from beasts, it's that simple" "So for this exams, you all are going to play the role of the profession you want to become" "For the Adventurers, your job is to find valuable items or things that may look new to you, in other words, we have placed artifacts for you to find in a limited amount of time. Oh and by the way, some items

"I want you to reach outside the packs. Go to the dark web. Find the underground contractors. I want you to employ professional hunters." A heavy, uncomfortable silence dropped over the office. Hiring human hunters was a massive taboo. These were men who used silver bullets, wolfsbane gas, and high-tech tracking gear to capture and kill shifters. "Hunters?" Cross repeated, his voice thick with disbelief. "Alpha, those men are completely unpredictable. If they catch her, they might kill her just for sport."

I mutter, shaking his warm hand “Are they going to follow us?” “Not if they know what’s good for them.” I mutter. He doesn’t say anything, just nods his head. “You don’t like wolves?” He shakes his head at me. “That’s why I carry a gun.” “But you took my word?” “That could be a shitty move on my part. But my mom always said I should help a woman in need. You looked like you needed it.” When we are out of the trees. I felt relieved. The wolves wouldn’t be able to follow me now. Blake wouldn’t be able to send them after me. Not in wolf form anyway.