Star Wars Bad Batch Hunter Novels & Stories

Artemis it is then. With both Gunner and Tobias going for Zelena, it’s safe to say that I can go after Artemis, and trust that they will take care of her. It's their job, after all, both of them. We kept running towards the farmhouse but were stopped when we came to another battalion. This one, however, is much bigger than the last. Without a pause, we all dived in and fought. Blood was splattering everywhere and pained whimpers and dying howls echoed around us. It was a gruesome bloody scene. Not one that I ever wanted to see again. Not after Moon Light, not after what the hunters did to my pack. I've never liked killing. Hunter or Were. A life is a life.

“You’re not getting past me.” “We don’t need to,” Scar-cheek said. Then he whistled. From deeper in the woods, four more shapes emerged—silent, confident, all armed to the teeth. My pulse skipped. Not rogues. Hunters. This wasn’t a hit squad. This was an execution unit. I didn’t wait. I ran back into the cabin, slamming the broken door shut behind me. Not that it would hold—but it bought me a second. One breath. One plan.

The people who made her birth a long story of sadness and agony, the monsters who made her this way. Throughout her twenty five years of living, she has been gathering information about them, but it seems they all have high positions in the Underworld, so she has only been able to find out little. The four gunmen who made her like this are top members of the most wanted crime syndicate in the world, called The Hunters. They're bossed by the most wanted man in the world, Godzilla. Their speciality is killing people and stealing their organs for sale, freaking organ harvesters, and their identities are top secret. No one has ever seen what they look like, but her twenty five years search provi

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

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.

Antonio's muscles stretched with anger, "Name him, King." I looked into my Beta's blue glowing eyes before answering, "Daniel Hunter." He was taken aback by the revelation, "Daniel Hunter? The one who belongs to the Hunter family of the UK?" I nodded my head in slow motion, "Yes, the same Hunter family who is known about their history of hunting the supernatural kinds in the name of keeping a fucking balance in the world." Antonio stiffened, "And they are back to hunt more of us. What are your orders?"

Within one week, according to Mario's plan, there were already two hundred hunters complete with the ammunition hiding in the thatch field. Mario plans to attack this pack, he will attack with the help of his hunters, rouge, and his pack. The werewolves would attack from the outside… while the hunters would shoot them with poisonous silver bullets from the inside. A clever plan, minus .... improper execution, because he chose the wrong person. Badona, his name is Badona, a twenty-seven-year-old man who has worked as a werewolf exterminator for ten years. His services have been used by many other werewolves to kill each other, really stupid?

He breathed in heavy, angry gasps. His accomplice stood a few feet away in the shadows. The nervous, lower-ranking bounty hunter shifted his weight from foot to foot. He held a wet tactical rifle tightly against his chest. "We should fall back, Garrett," the bounty hunter said. His voice shook with clear fear. "The Alpha heir's security detail is way too highly trained. They are not normal guards. We need to wait for backup. We cannot just rush them again. It is suicide." Garrett snapped completely. He lunged forward through the rain and kicked the bounty hunter hard in the chest. The man slammed backward into the brick wall, dropping his heavy rifle to the wet pavement with a loud clatter.

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.

Hunter 47: Disastrous Event “How dare a human like you ruin a special banquet like this?!” The former Alpha boomed, his voice filled with rage. He was trying to intimidate me with his formidable aura, but his efforts were in vain. Suddenly, I felt Hades’ presence beside me, his protective aura a comforting shield against the former Alpha’s wrath. His eyes had turned an intense amber, his growl a low rumble that echoed through the hall, a clear warning to the former Alpha.