Supernatural Hunted 소설 & 이야기

He was born with the spirit within him. “Hunters are, as the name suggests. They track down and kill supernatural beings. Though I expect not as much as they once did. Perhaps picking and choosing who lives and who dies. Or perhaps being mated with a spirit of the Stars has clouded his duty enough that he doesn’t hunt anyone,” I say, both hinting at the truth of Rem’s nature but not directly saying anything that his friends wouldn’t already know.

My stomach dropped. "What?" He nodded. "I hired investigators to find you after you dared to run from me that morning. It took them a week to find you." Something was slamming hard against my rib cage in a really violent way. I knew what it was. My heart. "I found out who you were—Matteo Leone, a twenty three year old bisexual man, living in your father's house like a prisoner." He leaned forward slightly. "I learned everything about you—your urm... useless family, and your situation within hours of funding you."

"So, I did exactly what you asked. After running the checks, I found out that three of your bodyguards are supernaturals. One of them, surprisingly, is a retired supernatural hunter. He's human, but his skills are absolutely top-notch. His record is incredible—he's taken down some of the most dangerous creatures out there. How on earth did you manage to hire someone of his caliber?" Astrid looked intrigued, leaning in slightly. "A retired supernatural hunter, you say? That's quite a find. His background must have been rigorous, filled with intense training and high-stakes situations. It's not every day you come across someone with such a unique skill set. What's his story?"

Ethan's life hung in the balance, his very existence teetering on the precipice of annihilation, and Conard vowed to unleash the full fury of his wrath upon the monstrous entity that threatened his fallen comrade. Lady Susan, a member of the Werewolf God Destroyer, and her loyal companion, Ryan, stood at the precipice of a new adventure. Their mission was clear: to find the remaining three God Supreme souls, scattered across the vast expanse of existence. With no werewolf wielder to guide them, their path was uncertain, yet their resolve was unwavering. Lady Susan and Ryan, the valiant duo of the Werewolf God Destroyer, embarked on a perilous quest to gather the scattered fragments of the Go

Noah sighed then hugged her. “I'm just worried about you, I don't want you getting hurt" Myla smiled as she pulled away from him. “You seem to be forgetting who I am. I'm Myla hunter and I don't get hurt, I hurt others" They chuckled then she sighed. “I have to go now, apparently it's very dangerous for a human to be walking around the streets without a wolf so I have to go find him. Goodbye" They both waved her goodbye and she walked away.

I turn back to them, something monstrous clawing its way up my spine. “Find her,” I growl, voice like a storm. “Call every hunter. Every bloodhound. Wake the damned dead if you must. I want eyes in every shadow, every back alley, every gutter in this city.” Milo nods and reaches for his phone. “But Alpha,” Sera whispers. “For a job this clean, it has to be a force we're familiar with. And if it's what I think, if it’s the Syndicate… this wasn’t random. They’ve been planning something. Weeks. Maybe longer.”

The werewolf raises its claws and desperately reached for my face but I evaded it and took out my knife and pierced it through its heart. I wiped the blood that splattered on my face and raised my head to find Rendall and Quinn. Rendall is owning this hunt by slashing the werewolf’s body mercilessly while Quinn, Quinn is nowhere to be found. “Quinn!” Finally, I saw a movement of Quinn’s bow and arrow behind the tree that is seven feet away from me. With a sigh of relief, I continued chasing another werewolf. It is faster and slimmer than the first one so I have to make sure that my eyes will always follow it.

"We're here to escort you to Hollowhaven Supernatural Academy." "What? No fucking way am I going to that freak house." They might as well send me to a medieval torture chamber. I'll be the only human in a school full of vamps, weres, witches, and God knew what else. Before sunrise tomorrow, I would be dead.

I said as much to my mate. “No,” he explained. “Hunters are human, but they have certain supernatural abilities. They are born with the instinct to kill everything non-human. They don’t live in the grey. They refuse to accept that there are good and evil supernaturals - they simply kill everything that isn’t pure human.”

Eden - or the black-haired apprentice wizard who was trying his best to coddle his brother - automatically shook his finger and charmed a few Clean spells on the floor before Balan forced him to do this. He groused: "I didn't write it on the test!" The First Blood fang of a vampire was the fang that fell out after they reach adulthood. It was very soft but had a wonderful protective effect - especially when it had a little bit of magic of elf - and was extremely, extremely, extremely sensitive to magical rituals involving blood. Balan sincerely prayed to all the gods that had ever been in the world that that young fang - damn it, he was infected with Eden's word habit - would be able to prot