Star Wars: The Bad Batch 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.

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.

“ I found out a few things that are a bit odd and concerning. It turns out the pack they are registering is called Ash Wood and has many supernaturals not just Werewolves. They also have many Spell-casters, Vampires and even have Hunters in their so called pack!” I jumped up from my chair in a rage, “What? Not only do they not care one bit about letting other supernaturals join them! They even have the fucking audacity to let in Hunters? Those Jerk-Offs are nothing but self righteous murderers! Any supernatural who considers any of their ilk a friend is simply a traitor!” When I had only been two years old my mother had been brutally killed by Hunters from The Order of Orion. It was thanks t

One of the hunters said, and some of them agreed. "I doubt if that will be a good idea, judging by his reputation and the fact that his father might be involved." Marco said, and some hunter's disagreed. "Those people were guilty and the Hunter's did their job. This is a different case here. We have a copycat, aiming for his or her personal goal using the Hunter's method. Unless the Wilde pack, the McCain pack, Linus' Family and the Forestwood coven is guilty of crimes against humans, it is impossible that Giles will come after them." Another hunter pointed out, and Gavin and I had achieved our purpose.

I can hear Hunter grumble, ‘Useless Human’ under his breath as he makes quick work of joining Salara who is already deep into battle. Launching through the air, we tackle a wolf that was about to pounce on Salara’s back while she was unaware. Hunter makes quick work of the wolf, going straight for the throat and snapping its neck with no remorse. The wolf shifts back into it’s human form, causing us to pause when we are left staring at the lifeless body of Josiah, one of our missing pack mates.

There was a Hunter in his hotel. The stench of death that clung to Hunters was hard to hide. The darkness, the evil in their souls, always gave them away. Hunters were human, but they committed so many heinous acts in their mission to eradicate all werewolves that he could never sense any humanity in them. Just death and darkness. He heard Layla’s elevated heartbeat behind him and turned to look at her. Her grip was so tight on the rail that he could see the metal bending between her fingers. He turned back to Britney quickly and gave her a tight smile.

“ You do not have to know who is leading. Our master will reveal himself once the mission is complete. As you've pledge allegiance, carry the secret of the hunters to your grave. Some of us here are unable to shift like them but we have our swords and will continue to fight for justice. The only thing our master wants is to help us get our vengeance when we are able to control the lunar power.” I nodded, satisfied with the sharp focus of my hunters. They didn’t need more details; they knew their purpose. “Remember,” I said, my voice dropping to a menacing whisper, “failure is not an option.” The hunters are people who have been rejected and cut off because of different flaws. They were broke

I would have done more but those jerks attacked me and I was forced to fight for some time and leave him alone. Carter and London just look at each other. "How many hunters were here, sweetie?" Landon asks his daughter. "I don't know. It was their leader, someone called Michele Manganiello, and maybe another ten hunters that were submitted to him." "Manganiello?" Carter asks in shock. "Do you know him?" James asks coming closer to Meredith to search if she is alright. "He is not a regular hunter, and he is a human with a special diet if I can say it this way."

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?

But before I could touch the mystical bolt, heavy and hurried footsteps echoed from the top of the secondary stairs that connected the west wing to the outer weapons courtyard. Hunter’s massive silhouette appeared at the entrance of the corridor, holding his battle sword splattered with the blood of northern bettas. His gray battle wolf was no longer with him, and his Silver Moon armor bore deep dents, proof that he had barely survived the first clash with Lawrence in the courtyard. When his yellow eyes fixed on me, my strong body illuminated by silver energy, the visible regret and savage jealousy transformed his features into a mask of pure madness.