Suicide Hunter Novels & Stories

said Cael. “There is just a misunderstanding ...” the man said. The hunters did not speak, but the man admitted to the three. “I’m the one who kills.” It says. His companions listened to him. “I meant killing.” “Stop it..” the woman said. “I’m curious about who the hunters are and what they can do ...” he said. ‘What are you doing?’ ‘Let me do this. It is our chance to kill the meddler. ‘ ‘Are you crazy?’

Mane shrugged helplessly and said. “We would find out why mine differs from the others later I guess,” the young Supreme added, mending another crack while he was at it. It seemed he had no clue why he still remained here when he had completed the main mission. Yet the dim light that flashed across his pupils after he gave his reply suggested that there was something the young Supreme was holding on to; something that could explain this strange phenomenon. “He really is the boy who killed a god.” “That’s the Savior of Amalgamation right there.”

"But what actually happened? They're saying the General almost died." I hesitated. I shouldn't tell him. It was a state secret, a blow to my pride, and highly classified. But Oliver was my best friend, the only person in this goddamn palace who didn't look at me with pity or disgust. And honestly, if I didn't get this off my chest, my brain was going to short-circuit. "He was poisoned," I said softly. "The rats injected him with a gold, shimmering venom. It induced an artificial rut."

she asked. Karen had so many questions, and I didn't know how to answer her. I wished I had the answers, especially now, but I didn't, and it kind of made me feel bad. I knew I had to explain things to her a bit. "The Hunter family are supernatural hunters. They are human beings with special abilities to locate and identify people like me. They also can match our skills and kill us. They are the most dreaded bloodline of all the supernatural hunters. It was all fair initially. The Hunters made sure everyone followed the rules, and no one cheated anyone. We saw them more like judges, juries and executioners. Whenever there were issues, the Hunters would solve them. They could tell when we wer

even turned me to be one of his official assassins or Hunter when I only turned thirteen or twelve years old, I can't remember. I'm the youngest Hunter in history because most people become hunters or assassins in their late twenties. Of course, they don't know anything about my identity and my real name. Due to Headmaster or dad hate it when I call him Headmaster. I don't even know how he did it. But they all know me as one of the deadly Hunters and one of seven deadly killers under the Headmaster. I killed werewolves, vampires, witches, demons, and even devils for most of my missions. I'm not like the other heartless hunters who kill every creature that catches their sight, not me. But tha

Claire interrupted, “What exactly is a Hunter?” He took a deep breath, steadying himself. “A hunter is a type of human who was or is a Mythical bounty hunter. They have enhanced skills; fighting abilities, enhanced senses. I think one or both of your parents were Hunters. Especially after seeing you in action. Haven’t you ever wondered how you could fight and keep up with the wolves and vampires in your coven and pack? Love, you ARE A HUNTER.”

I shook my head as this wasn’t making any sense. “The kills, they weren’t all vampires. Most of them were other hunters. I think this one is on the run from his own. But the fact he’s gotten this deep into the territory has Ductus Toño on edge, sending his men looking for him.” Diana explained. A hunter being hunted by his own? Well, shit, what could he have done to cross his people? Mistake one of a supernatural creature? It’s still not adding up. And honestly, beyond adding avoid the hunter to my list, I don’t see a reason to care.

One day he decided to walk into the woods and no one has ever seen him since. My name is Lucas Harrison. I am considered the best tracker and hunter in the town. Not only animals but also Paranormal beings. All-day and all night, people in our town searched, lighting the way with flashlights and lanterns. Searching with dogs and carrying shotguns. It all seemed like a horror movie waiting to happen.

Timothy unlocked the safe and I immediately reached past him to grab my rifle. I slowly met each one of their eyes. “Count to ten and come find me.” I dashed towards the woods and after glancing behind me to make sure they weren't there, I darted to the left. I ran all the way to the deer field and scaled a tree. I made sure that I was completely concealed. I kept my breathing light and shallow. I waited until I heard them moving through the woods. I scouted the area until I found them, walking carefully through the woods. Timothy lifted his hand and pointed to the left, before pointing to the right. I almost giggled, barely catching myself as I watched them really try to hunt me down. I mad

Not even my friendship and love for them would resist if I knew that they have really exceeded the limits of humanity. The most I knew was that Hunter had been assigned to kill Suzane, but when he was deserted from the Brotherhood. So he started treating for a local gang in our city, staying alert about Suzane's steps, but he gave up killing her. But the Brotherhood always knew of each of the Turk's steps, and it was very easy for them to set an ambush. Hunter was almost killed on the same night that Suzane found out she was being betrayed by a fiancé of more than five years, and their paths crossed. No one would ever imagine that everything would happen this way. Especially when looking at