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Meanwhile, Hunter managed to call me and explain what had happened as he waited for me to arrive. He looked into the pool, at the reflection of the moon, and staring at the reflection of the moon in Li Lake drove him to insanity. He believed that he was destined to eliminate all supernatural beings, as he could see them for what they truly were; he could force them to transform, and this made them vulnerable. "He possesses all special weapons and accessories to kill werewolves, vampires, witches, and anything else," he continued, his voice filled with a pain that he couldn't define through his words.

Mutated creatures — no longer recognizable as students or staff — began crawling from the walls and ceiling, drawn by the scent of living supernaturals. Worse, Serena’s eyes glowed with another vision: “They’re adapting… and they’re hunting us specifically now.”

His face buried in his hands. “The doctor wants to see you.” I mutter “Have I killed her?” He keeps his face hidden. “Isn’t that what you do? You kill the witches of the world.” There was no emotion in my voice. “Better to kill them before they kill us.” “What are you talking about?” “Come on, Logan! Are you really that naive? Abby and Lana were not the only ones killing wolves. Witches all around the world are doing it.” “You know this, how?”

Max was mine. “The information I gave you was accurate. I was coming over to discuss recent developments with you. This girl is being placed on a chopping board and served to us by Noctua. If the file I have in my hands is the truth, then she might be a pawn in a plan much bigger than we thought.” I backed into my chair and stared thoughtfully into my father’s still-red eyes. “Now, my two questions for you are how are vampire hunters still roaming this earth when you promised the entire congregation that they had been dealt with after Mother’s death, and who the fuck is Edward Ravenwood?”

Still confused about what he is saying because my dad has never discussed this with me before he died. “ I told your dad to discuss it with you but he always tells me it isn't time for you to know. Now he is gone you have to know your lineage. Like I said you are from the generation of hunters. Your lineage has always been the leaders of the Hunter's. Now your dad is dead, you are to take over from him. The mantle has been passed to you. Hunters are the ones who hunt werewolves.” I sobbed as tears trickled down my eyes. I couldn't hold it

Her eyes scan the ground to where the baseball bat lies between the two of them. "Oh, I don't need a weapon. Rather, I enjoy getting my hands dirty." Hunter declares, flexing his arm as he cracks his knuckles, making the tattoo of the scythe or a Grimm Reaper's blade twist on his arm in a menacing manner. The woman takes one look at the tattoo before gulping. Hunter takes a challenging step towards her, forcing her to take a step backward. The woman stumbles once more, petrified, as tears begin to slip from her eyes.

"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.

Complained Nadine. "I could be able to help you with that. When you spot your first lycanthrope, I need you to get some drops of blood from it. I'll use that to prepare a charm that will warn you when lycanthropes are nearby. But to get your first lycanthrope, you have to trust your instincts." Madam Yvonne said. "Most hunters die from fights with lycanthropes. We have to counter that. You'll need a gun with silver bullets, a silver sword, a huge vial of mercury and silver armor." Madam Yvonne checked the items off on her fingers.

“HE’S A FUCKING PREDATOR! DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT THAT MEANS? HE EATS MEAT! HE HUNTS HIS PREY AND KILLS IT! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE? YOU’RE MEAT AND PREY ALL WRAPPED UP WITH A PRETTY BOW! FOR CHRIST’S SAKE, NATASHA! DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH?” I jerked away from him. “THE ONLY CREATURES IN THESE WOODS WHO HUNT ME ARE YOU GUYS!,” I screamed hysterically. I turned around and took off towards home. I didn’t stop running until I reached my porch. I put my key in the lock and tried to turn it. It didn’t move. I frowned and pulled the key out. I double checked that I had the right key, before trying again. Still nothing. I knocked on the door and waited for my mother to answer the door. She hadn’t

He felt that he hadn't seen even half of Mane's full abilities and was willing to trust in the power of the Supreme. Mane saw everything with True Eyes, but he didn't step in to stop the evitable. Once he confirmed with True Eyes and Spirit Scan that Bloodlust would leave no negative effect on Tucker, he only watched the entire event unfold. He watched as Alucard sank his teeth into Tucker's flesh. He watched as Alucard suckled on Tucker's nape with insatiable thirst; much like a weaning baby. He watched as Tucker collapsed into the ground with less than half of his total blood volume remaining. Mane did nothing through it all. He only spectated.