Novel & Cerita Supernatural Hunted

I don’t know if I should be worried or just let it go, I try and keep myself busy and focus on my breathing like I was taught as a child when learning to control my hunger. I go to look for my phone to see if I have any updates but remember I smashed it, so I head back into my study and open my emails. The email was received an hour ago so I open it, I immediately feel the blood drain from my face Those are tracking symbols and those are only used by celestial hunters, which can only mean one thing Bree isn’t just any supernatural she is most likely the last full-blooded sup of her kind. They are hunting her for her power it seems and I need to find out who the master player is, Bree is goin

Among the minions in the Hunt, they’d have creations designed to hunt down anyone or anything at the command of their masters and mistresses. Alrick struggled to catch his breath. His heart raced. He could taste his fear. Suddenly, a Shining One pointed to one of the Magic users. Then the Hunt collectively pounced on all the ritualists. They tore into them. Tearing them apart. Blood and gore were everywhere. Gods, it’s a slaughter. The shock from the sheer panic Alrick felt knocked him back. He fell back. The last thing he saw was a Fae monster running towards him before everything went black for him.

Selena’s fight-or-flight instinct kicked in and she chose flight. “Damn it, he was not alone.” A man with a deep voice said, taking out his fangs from the gushing body of Ethan, but despite not being hungry, the creature knew it could not let Selena leave. It did not enjoy its meal because Ethan had the most common blood group in the world and that was their equivalent of a flat cola. This had quickly turned into a horrid evening, one of the most traumatic events for Selena but it was about to get worse. “Hey… You shouldn’t be doing that,” A voice said, it had the same bass as the one that had just killed but it was a lot more authoritative.

he snarled, lifting me by my shirt as his fangs sank deep into my chest. I hit the ground hard, gasping and crying. When I lifted my head, he had Ronan. My brother's tear-streaked face reached for me, his cries piercing through the haze. "Silas!” "Run, little boy,” the man whispered, his voice like acid in my ear. "Run. Because when I find you again, we hunt." And then he was gone, dragging Ronan with him. I was left alone, my parents’ lifeless bodies the last thing I saw before the world went black.

"In the literal sense, yes. But I don't think that's what you're asking me about" "Well, that's who we are. Hunters: part demon, part angel, part human. Sort of like tribrid creatures. We were born to hunt and take out the demons in this world, gifted with the blessings of angels, and we've existed for as long as the normal human race, maybe even longer. When a demon stumbles into this world, it's our job to find and send the demon back to its home dimension. Hunters are born with special abilities, what you mortals will call 'super powers', and we definitely live longer than mortals, if we don't die in battle. For instance, I was born with the ability of conviction. My brothers, Jason was g

" The guards misinterpreted his command, so they dragged me by my feet and threw me outside the entrance to the pack's territory. I lay in the snow, watching the laughter and joy of the celebrations around the distant bonfire. I watched Kayden hold Vera and receive the blessings of the pack. My consciousness began to fade. That was when a black SUV stopped in front of me. A group of humans in protective gear jumped out. They were from the Supernatural Sanctuary, specializing in conflicts between humans and werewolves. "Target confirmed. Vital signs are weak. Signs of a miscarriage." "Hurry, get her in the vehicle! There's still time!"

I can’t take my eyes away as he approaches me then rub his head against mine, making me whimper. “What’s wrong?” He questions through the link as he stands beside me. “I’m just not used to affection when in this from. My mother was distant. How are we able to communicate?” I explain through the link and he nods. “Well, you can start getting used to it. You being a hybrid makes your link easier to find and access, it’s your vampire side,” he whispers then licks the side of my face before rubbing his side against mine. “What do you usually hunt?” Hanzo questions, he looks up and starts to take in the scent of the air to locate prey. “I usually hunt deer or whatever I can find if I have to,” I

Chapter-41(Principal Fred) "This has never happened before, I can't seem to identify the hunter. It's like something is blocking my vision and power". Susannah said, coming back to consciousness. "How, what do you mean". The heroes asked her. Their guardians had left them all to find the hunter. They were in their discussion room also, trying to find out how to defeat the beast. "I don't know, everything is just blank. It was like the hunter never existed. Eddie, are you sure of what you saw?". Susannah asked Eddie. Eddie sighed, looking a bit confused. He knew he was helped by someone because if not, the beast would have finished him.

“How do you know that?” Rowan shrugs. “I’ve stumbled upon a few other supernaturals over the past year. A lot of them are surprisingly chatty. Especially after they figure out that I’m a vampire.” He shrugs his bony shoulders. “There’s this angel that works at the blood bank that gives me blood bags when he can. He’s pretty cool. Said that I reminded him of his kid. He even gave me a book on supernaturals.” He says as he rifles through a nearby bag and produces the book. “Here.” He tosses it to me before he turns back and begins to unfold blankets across the mattress. “I’m tired, man. You can stay if you want. Just don’t try anything funny.”

They stopped before me, the engines coming off one after the other. Henrique Crimson Sparrow took off his helmet, his short strawberry blonde visible under the full moon's light. He had a scar running down his chin. He smiled, stepping off his bike. “You nuts have a death wish, Xavier? Coming here alone?” I smiled back, a cold smile devoid of any humor. “Who says I’m alone?” Henrique Crimson Sparrow looked confused, and looked around the space. Henrique followed my movements with his eyes. Then, the forest came to life.