Novel & Cerita Soul Hunter Book

This is night so he don't actually see through me, but everytime he look up, his eyes directly at me. That shock me, but then he just look away. I sigh in relief, shrugged the thought and enjoy the boring night without anyone see me. I said, “Everyone is happy despite vulnerable to almost everything. Not even death they can possibly avoid it,” I said, and the foolish stop from what he's doing, and even slowly close the book in his hand. He didn't look up, so I added after I sneered at him, “This foolish is not exception. Why not party with everyone else while he's living on?” His lip slightly curve, and he open the other book this time. He said to himself, slowly, “This book... is said to co

He looked at my claws; then into my eyes; he didn’t see any mercy; he saw the demon. “Stop!” he screamed; his eyes shut, slowly opening to look into my cold ones; “I’ll tell you; I’ll tell you where it is!” My hand stopped just inches from his heart poking his chest; the demon growled with disappointment; the wolf smiled with satisfaction. “Hmm,” I lowered my hand; I leaned in close to him. “That’s better.”

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.

"My soul? Is that what she did to me? Do you know what it is called?" I hit send and after a few seconds the computer dings again and this time the email reads, "It's the Soul Eater. Surviving off of our souls, she gets everlasting life and the only way to get yours back, is to kill her. She has been around for thousands of years and will continue to take people's souls unless someone stops her." Typing one more reply, I send it and a notification comes up, "Unable to send. Please try again."

“It’s not another dead end.” I held the book up, opening to the worn page, the faded ink still clear enough to read. “There’s a story. A wolf… a warrior. He died, and his mate wouldn’t let him go. She waited for the full moon, and when the light touched his skin… something happened.” Liz’s lips parted, but no words came out. “They said the soul remembered. That it came back.” She blinked, eyes flicking down to the book, then back up to me.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

Lillie Damon stared out the window of her cabin. The lightning in the midnight sky illuminated the forest on Slaughter Hill. Wind hissed through the forests. Thunder rang with a loud explosion that echoed for miles. She was determined it was a suitable midnight to cast a spell upon her suitor Paul. She went into the shower. Lying down on the counter was a comb that Paul used to comb his hair. Lillie picked up the hair from his comb. Lillie stepped onto the back deck and cleaned the soil off the underside of his loafers. She continued into the backyard and ignited a picture of him and picked up the ashes. She was squatting on the floor with torches all around her. The gleam of the torches pro

books that weren't about architecture or history, but about the world they had run away from. He pulled a heavy, leather-bound volume book from the bottom shelf. The cover was dusty, the pages yellowed from how old the book seemed. He flipped through it frantically, his heart hammering against his ribs, until he found what he was looking for. He slammed the book down on the table, pointing to a hand-drawn illustration. It was the broken wing. "Look," Theo whispered. "Tell me that's a random tattoo." Mia looked down, her face going pale as she read the inscription beneath the drawing. Her voice was a mere breath. "Hunters of the Silver Moon."

She seemed to be out cold, and his stomach knotted as he thought of how she might react when she woke. Sighing, he nuzzled his face into her neck, breathing in her beautiful scent. He hadn't known it would happen this way, but he was glad she was finally his, even if she didn't know it yet. It would take time, but the darkness would become a part of her, until she was as strong as he was now, a full 'Shadowsouled', as the few of her kind that knew of their existence called them. Her former kind, he corrected, smiling and wrapping his arms tighter around her. He'd grow stronger from his too, much stronger, and some of that power would flow through to his brothers in turn, and their cousins, t

Hello and Happy Summer to Everyone!! The sequel to "The Hunt" is called "The Dragon's Treasure" and it is being posted one chapter at a time on the web app here on Good Novel! (The first chapter will post this afternoon - June 14, 2022) You won't be able to find the book on the mobile version for a few months yet (it has to go through approval and I don't want to make it pay to read quite yet as I work through the story development and editing phases).