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I can feel my muscles relaxing, my hands unclenching. “Hybrids have more power than Moon Casters or shifters. You’re the most powerful thing left in the world. I don’t know whether they want you on their side or if they just want to kill you. But either way, knowing you’re out there, out of their reach, would piss them off. Moon Drinkers love power.” “So much that they would go into a fight where they obviously weren’t going to win, just for a chance at getting hold of me?” “I don’t know,” I say. “Maybe we should try to find out.”

They’d slotted into our small-town world as easily as if they’d always been here, and I was glad they’d stayed. This was partly (and only partly) because they were two of the most normal hunters I knew. For instance, there was Torre, stood opposite me. She was the oldest hunter among us, with shrivelled brown skin and cataracts, but she swore she could take on anything that came her way – and in heels, too, if she happened to be wearing them. She slept with her hair in curlers, and once she’d staked a vampire through the heart with them in, complete with slippers on her feet and a dressing gown tossed across her shoulders.

His previous clash with the master challenger had worn nothing down saved for some of Zayn’s stamina; still, it was easily replenished in a few minutes. By now, Zayn had about more than seventy dog tags in his hands—an amount that marked him as a possible contender for the title of ‘Best Hunter’ had it not been pragmatically useless. Zayn could lose to Xander and the latter became the best hunter by default, or he could win and obtain the latter’s dog tags. The real rule to this year’s Great Hunt was that only the strongest would be crowned the best hunter. There was no room for luck—and certainly no room for two winners. The strongest victor would arise from their battle.

The hunter said, his voice sounding a bit egotistic. If he thought I would just easily hand her over, he had another thing coming. I knew hunters were strong and fast, they were enhanced humans that had the ability to take on my kind and others. That was the thing though, they were still human. I couldn’t allow myself to overthink or try to analyze him.

Her face turned a purple hue. I placed a restraining hand on his arm. The muscles in his arm bulged, threatening to tear through his sweater. “Don’t, my love. Let the council deal with her.” I spoke softly to him, trying to calm him. “Believe me, you’ll regret it if you ended her.” He released her and she fell to the ground, coughing and gasping for air. Hunter turned away from us, fighting for control. I watched him as he struggled with his beast that wanted to rip and destroy, shoulders bent and heaving, fists tightly clenched at his sides.

That’s the plan that I had in mind, but before I could approach the lone hunter hiding in the woods, he had leapt up and was ready to charge at me with a curved dagger. I barely managed to block it with the knife on my belt to parry him. Our blades collided, sending me and him back a few paces. This is impossible. He is human, isn’t he? How could he be able to push me back? Whoever he is, his strength is not normal. Initially, I thought that it was a fluke because he got the upper hand by surprising me, but as our blades collided again, I knew that it wasn’t. This hunter is strong. Insanely strong.

But Marcus, embracing his inner beast, transformed into a powerful werewolf, his feral strength matching that of his adversaries. Amelia, skilled in hand-to-hand combat, twirled her silver-laced blades with deadly precision, cutting through the ranks of vampires with each swipe. Her determination was fueled by her love for Marcus and her desire to protect innocent lives. Derek, utilizing his vampire speed and agility, effortlessly dodged the attacks of the rogue hunters. His hypnotic gaze locked onto his enemies, temporarily immobilizing them before delivering a swift and lethal blow. Edna, with her expert archery skills, fired arrows with remarkable accuracy, incapacitating the hunters with

The king said and everyone’s attention was instantly on Thousand-nights predator “We all know that even though one’s talent and dedication usually dictates how strong a Hunter will grow, we should also remember that the type of ability he has will determine a lot in how far he’ll grow. The former glass-eyed Hunters almost brought about total annihilation to us Hunters but it must also be noted that they had overpowered abilities, so I say why don’t we wait till after he receives his blessing, if it’s a normal or weak type then there is no cause for alarm but if it’s overpowered then we will find a way to take care of the situation.” Thousand-nights predator said calmly and a thoughtful look

"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.

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.