Shalnark Hunter X Hunter Novels & Stories

Her voice was initially flat and emotionless, but then her usual stern or displeased tone emerged. “Lord Harrington made a deal with the vampire hunters to kill Edward Ravenwood. He’s been helping the hunters hide so they can do his bidding. Lord Ravenwood had spent years dividing the vampire congregation, promising them a more human lifestyle. He was working on a presentation to show them a way for humans and vampires to co-exist and even…” Mrs. Dunkan swallowed hard. “Procreate.” I stopped breathing and let go of the woman. Jace looked at Mrs. Dunkan with a gut-wrenching shock. I felt terrible for him, but my anger was swallowing up that feeling.

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.

“She’s inside and there is another man!” “Wait here.” Omar replied, helping the she-wolf to rest against the only wall not covered in blood. Omar moved calmly, pulling a hunting knife from his coat pocket. The way the blade winked wickedly in the pale light sent a chill down Chloe’s spine. She decided there and then she had seen enough of weapons and murder today and turned away from the door, gulping in air. Her throat burned and the bitter taste of bile still haunted Chloe’s mouth. Above her the clouds were breaking and golden sunlight was now filtering through, casting long shadows between the trees. It was too beautiful for the gruesome scene.

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”

It was silent for a bit before one of us spoke up, “You fell in a hunter’s trap. They probably found out there were werewolves here.” “Hunters?” I ask. “Yeah, these Hunters kill supernatural creatures; it’s like their life’s mission,” Thane gazes down at my hand and swallows, “I’m sorry I yelled at you. I feel like a jackass-” I chuckle, interrupting him,” Cause you are one,” I said playfully, smiling at him. I then noticed the new scars on Thane’s arms, he wasn’t wearing a shirt either, and his abdomen was wrapped in bandages, “What happened?” I ask.

He took some water from the lake and spread it on his snout before heading back into the forest to continue his search. …. Meanwhile, Xander was also in the forest relentlessly searching for his mate as he moved at the speed of sound. His eyes were bloodshot red, he was fueled by blood lust. At this point, Xander was nothing but a killing machine, he was going to massacre whoever he found holding his future queen luna captive. His wolf was hungry for blood with its limitless supply of adrenaline coursing through his veins. His wolf was in full control. His wolf was basically the source of every superhuman element of his being.

His pores began leaking and his gasps were struggled if not debatable to being true. “The holy order huh, the inquisition. You have quite the line up feats Vladimir Grayson.” The shaman said. “But then again, someone of your species, killing your own kind. I think I should be scared.” She said. “My pack turned my sister and I away, so I don’t regret anything. I ask again what does my future hold?” He buttressed his intention for ever stepping foot in her eye sore of a tent.

Xavion didn't looked at him, not wanting to look away from the hidden painting. "you don't look injured..." Aron said inspecting his bare chest as he was sitting shirtless. "Hunters use silver and it doesn't heal that easily, brother..." "So?" Xavion raised his eyebrows looking at him. "You didn't got attacked with silver. I have seen the bodies and none of them has the tattoos of hunter family. They were not hunters, may be contract killers whom your mate killed brutally in front of you while your trusted wolves were secretly guarding you. You were prepared..."

I had only seen Mildred and Garren shift, so this was new. Hunter wasn’t nearly as big as Garren, but he was bigger than Mildred. His scales looked rougher, and he had spikes lining his back along his spine. His talons were longer than the others, and his wings looked like they were tipped with ice shards. “Hunter is the last of his kind,” Mildred said low enough for only me to hear. “He’s beautiful. He looks like he is covered in pieces of ice.” I said in awe. She let out a laugh.

My heart leapt into my throat as I screamed his name, my voice lost in the chaos. But Xander didn’t need the warning. His wolf turned sharply, his ice-blue eyes locking onto the hunter as he lunged. The man managed to fire, the dart grazing Xander's flank, but it wasn’t enough to stop him. With a guttural snarl, Xander brought the man down, his jaws closing around the hunter's shoulder and rendering him unconscious.