The First Hunter Manga Novels & Stories

A man on foot had broken free of his hiding spot and was gunning it after us, running at an impossible speed. I didn't need to see the light sucking black surrounding his pupils, annihilating the whites of his eyes to know what he was. I could tell by the way his arms jerked as he bounded towards us, closing the gap between hunter and prey. I slipped my gun from the holster strapped to my thigh and let off three rounds the same instant the front tire ran a hole, jarring my shots and sending them wide. "Keep it steady!"

His mind was blank for a second. Later on, he found himself licking her blood and slowly biting between the neck and the shoulder of the hunter. Little by little his teeth are pressing on her skin. But before he completely bite her, he was back to his sense. He was stunned for a few seconds. His hand starts trembling while looking at his face of Accalia. He wanted more, he wanted to bite her, and he wanted to mark the hunter. But when he remember the face of her mother, he feel guilty about what he was doing. Instead of biting the hunter, he bites his arm until fresh blood flows in it.

As Alex continued to absorb Ruth’s pain, he noticed bullet holes in her hand. “Hunters…” he muttered, frowning, relief mingling with anger as he continued channeling the pain into himself. He gritted his teeth, feeling energy coursing through him and into her body. His gaze shifted to the crescent mark on her arm—it was glowing red, pulsating slowly.

There are no weapons left for me to fight them. Soon, the wounds on my body piled up. The black T-shirt was so scratched that it was barely intact, and the skin and blood mixed in were exposed like a jumbled mess of minced meat. The pain of death and rebirth kept repeating over me, but it didn't bother me because I was so angry that I was a hunter being played like a mouse. The outburst of anger gave me more sanity and motivation to fight back. A wolf charged at me. This time, I didn't dodge but faced it directly.

It was just that Tyr had hit their vital parts, making their muscles numb, which caused them to lay on the ground like a dead dog with their faces full of terror. “We… we are Yamafuji Sai’s bounty hunters, do you… want to make Yamafuji Sai your enemies?” One of the gold rank bounty hunters wanted to pressure Tyr with Yamafuji Sai. Tyr frowned and stabbed him. Needless to say, this hunter bled to death on the spot. The other three hunters’ pupils shrank and dared not speak. “Now, when I ask you a question, you reply to my question,” Tyr said. He then pointed a knife at one of the bounty hunter’s neck. “Since you are a platinum rank, you answer me.

Miu frowned. “Well, you know my job.” I sighed, deciding to go with this story. To make it my fault, we are being hunted. I don’t want anyone to know Yūri was a Hatake, let alone the Kitsune. “Yea, you’re a cop. What about it?” Miu sighed. “Well, I recently initiated a raid on the yakuza clan resulting in even the boss getting taken in.” I sighed.

I watch her pupils flare, because for Tori that sentence is Christmas. “It’s called a gashadokuro. Supposedly cobbled together from the bones of people who starved to death and who weren’t buried properly.” I half-lift the cast. "It threw me into a tree. Broke the arm, opened the forearm, caused the stitches in my hairline and the cut on my face. That was the first fight. Four days later we dropped ninety feet of oak on its skull." "We." "The pack and me. Unfortunately a dozen hunter trainees were dropped into the middle of our trap because the council sent children after an unconfirmed sighting with a pep talk and the wrong ammunition."

Hunter turned instantly and drove his fist into the man’s jaw so hard the sound echoed through the tunnel. The attacker collapsed immediately. The first man managed to break free long enough to slash a blade across Hunter’s shoulder before running deeper into the darkness. “After him!” pack guards shouted from somewhere behind us and several warriors rushed past us into the tunnels. Hunter ignored them completely and turned toward me immediately. His eyes moved over the cut on my arm before his expression darkened dangerously. “Are you hurt?” “I’m fine,” I answered quickly, though my arm burned badly. Hunter looked unconvinced, and I could tell he didn't believe me.

"It’s a trick! They want you weak so they can finish us!" The hunters didn't wait for my answer. They were machines of bone and steel, their eyes glowing with a cold, violet light. The man in the black mask pointed a heavy silver cannon at us. "Kill the mother! Capture the seed!" he roared. A blast of violet energy tore through the air. I dived to the left, pulling Leo against my chest. The beam hit a glass bookshelf, sending a rain of sharp crystal shards across the floor. Rowan lunged at the nearest hunter, his claws tearing through its metal neck, but three more took its place. They were fast, moving with a mechanical precision that made my heart race.

Everything became clearer. A Hunter reached me first. The creature carried twin curved blades glowing with dark runes. Its silver eyes locked onto mine. Then it attacked. Fast. Far faster than ordinary enemies. Its first strike sliced through empty air where my throat had been moments earlier. I twisted sideways and slammed into its chest with enough force to shatter stone. The Hunter flew backward. Yet instead of breaking, it landed gracefully and attacked again. Interesting, and dangerous. Very dangerous. The second exchange happened even faster. Steel met claws.