Shizuku Hunter Hunter Novels & Stories

*** The gunshot echoed through the underground cage like a divine punctuation — the kind that closed a chapter permanently. Ziko’s body slumped forward, lifeless, crimson blooming across his chest like a cursed rose. Hunter stood still as his men: trained, merciless, silent, stepped in and cleaned up the mess. Not a single command was needed. They knew the drill. Blood was part of the foundation down here. Hunter lit a cigarette, the smoke curling from his lips like a hissed warning to anyone daring enough to cross him next. The bitter flavor of rage hadn’t dulled at all. If anything, it grew sharper with every passing second.

Each day in Aqualearia presents new challenges and transformations, and Hunter is ready to embrace them all as he continues on this remarkable journey through the abyss. Hunter turns to Aziza with a nervous smile and signs, "You really like it?" He watches her eyes carefully, as he's quite skilled at detecting whether someone is lying or not. Aziza gives him a genuine smile, and without signing a word, she swims up to him and plants a sweet kiss on his green, scaly scar. Trent grins at the heartwarming sight. For a brief moment, Hunter is taken aback, but then he reaches up to Aziza and pulls her in for a hug, kissing her on the lips. The affectionate display of their bond brings a warm glow

the hunter yelled at his comrades. I saw some relief on Dad’s face when he realized me and my brother were presumably safe but it was short lived as he still needed to keep Sofia safe. While the hunters had their attention divided between the fight and what their friend told them I climbed to tree I had been hiding behind and pulled out my bow. I quickly lined up my first shot and managed to his the hunter to my dad’s left right through the throat causing the other hunters to panic and look around.

Covering up the hole with some moss, she dusted off her dress and hurried home, her thoughts of the Hunters exposing her long gone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "They're here! The Hunters have arrived!" The cries of the young boys ran through the whole village, many men and women coming out to see the sight. Liam riding in front, followed by nine other men, all on horseback. On the back of Liam's horse was the dead carcass of a mountain lion, and his quiver held an unusual number of arrows. Instead of the standard twelve like the rest of the men in his party, it held 15, two from the archer who had shot the beast earlier, as well as the arrow aimed to warn him.

said Amira. “Yes, ma’am,” said Tyler. “I played for the university.” Amira laughed. “Ma’am? You don’t have to call me that. ” “If that’s what you want, Tita.” Said Tyler. “Cael says you asked for help?” Luke asked. “Why? Something happened?” “Haist, he immediately buzzed that thing to you?” said Kyra. Luke laughed. “It’s not gossip. I asked, and he just answered. ” “There’s a shapeshifter that needs to be killed and only hunters can do that,” said Luke.

I watch her pupils flare, because for Tori that sentence is Christmas. “It’s called a gashadokuro. Supposedly cobbled together from the bones of people who starved to death and who weren’t buried properly.” I half-lift the cast. "It threw me into a tree. Broke the arm, opened the forearm, caused the stitches in my hairline and the cut on my face. That was the first fight. Four days later we dropped ninety feet of oak on its skull." "We." "The pack and me. Unfortunately a dozen hunter trainees were dropped into the middle of our trap because the council sent children after an unconfirmed sighting with a pep talk and the wrong ammunition."

Custom shotgun in hand, still smoking. Beside him, Alice Hunt. Armor matte black, face unreadable. Twin pistols raised like extensions of her thoughts. “Left side,” she said, voice calm as breath. Bang! Bang! Bang! Another werewolf hit the ground, twitching. The third figure moved behind them silent, composed. Layla. Hair tied back. Crossbow steady in her grip. No trembling. No fear. Just cold purpose in her eyes. “Where is Ruth?” she asked flatly. Zarin, bloodied and half-shifted, growled through his teeth. “She’s dead. Duke killed her.”

I squealed in mock terror. “You’ve awakened a hungry monster, Luna. It needs to be fed.” Hunter pinned me to the bed, straddling me. “Oh? And what does the hungry monster want?” I laughed up at him, teasingly slicking my tongue over my lips. “To eat this…” he said as he dove between my legs, tearing at my panties with his teeth. ***

The hunters knew that they were getting close. They crept forward, their weapons at the ready, until they caught sight of Tate standing in a clearing, his massive form silhouetted against the moonlit sky. Without hesitation, the hunters opened fire, their silver bullets ripping through the air and striking Tate with deadly force. Tate came to realize at that moment that he had been on a bad path for so long and barely escaped from the hunters. He went back home to his brother, and Marcus gladly allowed him take back his place knowing that he really had changed.

But how many innocent lives would be lost if we went to war with the hunters? Shaking my head, I reach up and rub the puckered scar where the wound had been. The bullet must have been dipped in wolfsbane as it was taking too long to heal. Even with silver, once it was out of the body, healing took very little time but it had already been a week and the scar bothered me as much as the strange girl standing in the clearing.