The Ebook Hunter Novels & Stories

He was a great hunter. “Yes, no caribou*, no squirrel has a chance!” he agreed. That was the right moment to rescue my mate, to have her in my arms, completely, and in reality. *Join my group, T. R. Durant's Realm of Light and Fire for more info on my books and paperbacks* *Elks from North America

There was no AI in the world that would be so bold as to outrightly judge their owners unless they were, as Laura proclaimed, an e-ghost. While it didn't quite make sense, Tynan wasn't going to quibble with that logic. They have e-books and e-shops so why wouldn't 'e-ghost' be a thing too? Surely there must be some kind of reason behind how Laura ended up as an e-ghost but for now, he would do the right thing and introduce himself in return.

Slowly, carefully, he lifted the book from its pedestal. “Got it," he whispered triumphantly. The eBook felt historical, its cover worn but still vibrant with problematic designs. He opened it to the first page, eyes scanning swiftly. The text changed into written in an antique dialect, but Michael had studied enough to apprehend the gist. This e book held secrets and techniques, powerful ones that might exchange the whole thing.

“Are you a vampire, too?” I snorted, though my lips curled in disgust. “No, I’m not. I’m a hunter, Ver. I hunt supernatural creatures, monsters, anything that goes bump in the night, to keep humans safe.” “Monsters like me, you mean,” she whispered, fixing her eyes on the muddy ground.

He rambles, before looking back down at his laptop. Odd, I swore he told me I needed to wake up. I just shrugged it off and looked back up at the books. I stopped walking when I saw an old book that belonged to his grandma. It was a book about the wolf people. I bit my lip. I looked over at Hunter again. “Do you believe in the stories of the shapeshifters and the wolf people?” I questioned him, debating if I should tell him or not. I chew on my bottom lip.

And in that moment, the first Hunter was born. In the aftermath of the tearing, Allen Erickson didn't return to the football field. The golden boy of Asheville had been hollowed out, replaced by a vessel of cold, focused insanity. He spent his days in the charred husks of libraries and the hidden basements of occult bookstores, the ancient mage inside him guiding his hands toward manuscripts that would have driven a normal man to madness. He was studying, not for a degree, but for a genocide.

The two of us walked around and it wasn’t until I caught sight of one book that my attention seemed to diverge completely from the place that we were in. “Hunter? How do you have a copy of this?” I asked, and he smiled, clearly letting me know that he expected this book to catch my attention. “You know, when you told me that you knew about the hunters and wolves actually being allies, I was amazed. It was something written here in the book. This book in particular was made by the first hunter Morozov and MY great grandfather.” He said, and she frowned in confusion. “The first hunter was a Morozov?”

He glanced at the notice displayed above, which read: "To integrate the rewards or enable the skills, the host can click on the available rewards." He decided to click on the "Body Optimization" reward as he didn't have anything to lose even if the app was fake and the idea of online hackers didn't even crossed his mind because he uses a totally different Phone to perform online transaction as all his parent's insurance money and money left by his parent is a large amount of money so he needed to be cautious. Just as he clicked on "Body Optimization'' he fainted due to pain while yelling "motherfucker are you trying to kill me?"

“A couple of times I wish Beta Arlo didn't go wild, I mean I will be free.” "Good riddance." Hunter speaks for the first time. “Not like it's your type of fun anyways.” Hudson continues in his comical jest. "What's my type of fun?” "Boring books and ledgers and journals, I’m sure your library should be outpouring by now.” "Hudson! Shush, would you?" Hunter casts a light warning. "Hector doesn't need to say much, you will see yourself in the woods in search of an imaginary relic.”

HUNTER’s POV We all turned to Brock who stood and brought back a huge book with ancient markings on it. Where did he even get that from? Dropping the book on the table, everyone sitting around it either coughed or pinched their nose as dust blasted through the air around us. “Oops, sorry,” Brock uttered as he opened the book. He flips through the pages until he stopped and looked like he found what he was searching for. “Oh, here it is,” he says and points at a passage on the book.