Shadow Hunter Novels & Stories

“Are you a vampire, too?” I snorted, though my lips curled in disgust. “No, I’m not. I’m a hunter, Ver. I hunt supernatural creatures, monsters, anything that goes bump in the night, to keep humans safe.” “Monsters like me, you mean,” she whispered, fixing her eyes on the muddy ground.

When I noticed that the guards had left the dead body in the car trunk and went to attend to other things, I opened the dead body only to discover that the person they were carrying around was in no way, Amelia. Firstly, Amelia does not look this skinny. Secondly, Amelia has a straight face and hair all over her body, and thirdly, Amelia can't be dead all of a sudden because she's strong and also a force to reckon with. I quickly covered the clothes back to their normal shape before running to hide when I noticed the guards coming towards the car. I stayed indoors for a day while Elena and the Alpha left for the Paxon pack to bury Amelia. I was happy when they came back again with the dead b

Aiden whispered, “Resonance signature… faint. Weak. But familiar.” Dante’s jaw tightened. “Hunter?” “No. Not like the others.” Footsteps approached. Slow. Uneven. Dante rested his hand on his knife. “Stay back.” A shadow appeared at the bend in the canyon— tall but hunched. Armored, but the armor looked damaged. Cracked visor. Burned plating. Aiden gasped. The hunter collapsed to its knees. Dante stepped forward cautiously. “Don’t move.” The hunter didn’t reach for a weapon.

As expected, their faces darkened with shock and a flicker of pity for the kids. “What kind of monster would do this?” Joyril muttered, her voice breaking the heavy silence. “They’re called Shadows,” Hunter replied, pulling up another image on the monitor. This time, it was a close-up of the Grim Reaper tattoos on the victims’ wrists. “Shadows?” Rafael echoed, frowning as he stepped closer. “Yeah. Remember a few months ago when I was sent on that mission to investigate the missing martial artists?” Hunter said, his tone calm but loaded with meaning.

[Vanessa] Hunter moves through the crowd with the practiced skill of someone who has been in combat zones–he sees a target and he approaches it with speed and stealth. He is no longer seems to care that much about our mission, or about whether or not Cherry is waiting in the back in a maid’s uniform–he has one thing on his mind, and it isn’t espionage.

The room’s shadows seem to cling to them, amplifying their menacing presence. The hunter’s eyes scan the room, cold and calculating. They spot me, and for a moment, their gaze seems to pierce right through me. There’s a flicker of recognition, but then they’re turning their attention back to Luke. The hunter pulls out a weapon—a sleek, silver blade with intricate engravings that catch the light.

Her eyes scan the ground to where the baseball bat lies between the two of them. "Oh, I don't need a weapon. Rather, I enjoy getting my hands dirty." Hunter declares, flexing his arm as he cracks his knuckles, making the tattoo of the scythe or a Grimm Reaper's blade twist on his arm in a menacing manner. The woman takes one look at the tattoo before gulping. Hunter takes a challenging step towards her, forcing her to take a step backward. The woman stumbles once more, petrified, as tears begin to slip from her eyes.

They instinctively looked down. Then everyone froze. The pink, suggestive interface of "Goddess Hunter" disappeared. It was replaced by a cold black interface that looked like a tombstone. At the center of the screen, the photo of me that had been treated as prey vanished too. In its place was Gary's face, twisted with shock. Under his photo, blood red words slowly appeared. [New game activated, Scumbag Hunter.] [Target: Gary Zachary York.] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time.

"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 think so. I know not all hunters glow when they use theirs, so I’m not sure if the glow is from my gift or from the god part of me.” “Dorian, was there anything in the archives about a hunter glowing when using their gift? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of that either.” Alpha Avery asks him. “Alpha, the only gift that causes a hunter to glow, is when the gift has something to do with seeing or ‘interacting’ with a soul. There are no hunters that currently have a gift like that. Any kind of soul gift is extremely rare.” Well shit. “So if I’m on a hunt, and I use my gift, I’ll glow and give away where I am. And any other hunters that are with me. That seems like the exact opposite of helpful