The First Hunter Manga Novels & Stories

I scanned the trees in front of us and my eyes fell into the grass with rash movements, just near a chir pine tree. “Quinn, East!” I shouted as I felt something from the east running in our direction. Quinn nodded and immediately positioned her bow to release the arrow with poison. With a bolt, Quinn calmly let go of the arrow when a big brown werewolf appeared. This is our first time to see a brown-haired werewolf, most of the hunts we’ve been to have black or grey fur. “Brown?” Rendall asked as we saw the arrow hit its leg and growl in pain.

Her muzzle is covered in blood, and she’s licking it from her fur like she doesn’t give a damn. I’ve never seen a woman do that before. The deer is sprawled on the ground. A pretty clean kill. I’m impressed. She didn’t maul up the body or anything. That means there will be plenty of decent meat for us. More than we’ll be able to finish. I shift back to my human form. “Damn,” I say. “That’s not bad.” She looks away from me pointedly. Right. I thinking I was naked. I’ve never hunted with a woman before.

I shook my head as this wasn’t making any sense. “The kills, they weren’t all vampires. Most of them were other hunters. I think this one is on the run from his own. But the fact he’s gotten this deep into the territory has Ductus Toño on edge, sending his men looking for him.” Diana explained. A hunter being hunted by his own? Well, shit, what could he have done to cross his people? Mistake one of a supernatural creature? It’s still not adding up. And honestly, beyond adding avoid the hunter to my list, I don’t see a reason to care.

I nodded to Xavier, he had every right to hate me, and if that made him feel better, then I would take it. I closed my eyes as he raised the knife and waited for him to plunge it deep into my chest. To be continued… (This book is a Duet, the Hunter and The Hunted. The Hunted i still being written, please see my website for more information. It is on my to be written list after I finish my final revisions of my main series and the spin off completion.)

"You all had it planned out, you all never wanted him to be the alpha and now he's gone you can suit yourself, but I'll never let that happen on my watch I'll make you pay even if I have to murder you with my own hands" Suddenly I begin to feel dizzy, a splitting headache accompanies the dizziness, my knees become week and my body aches badly , not able to fight it off finally I give in catching my breathes slowly,I feel my weight kift off the ground as I let go of all worries and anger closing my eyes shut, ************** Rolling around I feel my skin brush against something warm, opening my eyes slowly I see the room barely lit, it's all dark but thanks to my perfect eyesight from my hunte

“You hesitate and it could cost you your life or the life of the hunters working with you.” I nod but I can’t focus on his words. I know the spiel. He’s said them over and over to me when he first started training me at five. By seven, he’d taken me on my first hunt. By 10, I’d killed my first wolf; a rogue that we’d tracked for weeks. We’d found him in a home, a woman dead beside him as he gorged on her flesh. It had been an easy choice…I hadn’t even winced when I pulled the trigger and ended the pitiful monster’s life.

But a single blink vanish the sight of him so strange that I almost gravel to my feet. “W-what was that?” The next thing I know, he already gone. Dust cover the area with boom that never heard before. My eyes widened in disbelief. “H-hunter...” The feeling that I doubt him for the last time. The feeling that I disappoint him to even think he was no way of difference from those bloody eyes monsters. That feeling manifested that even the heaviness of my breath become the breath of therapeutic. Was I just save by this maze? I couldn't let go the sight of Hunter becoming not what it seems the first time I meet him. He become the bad guys I despise. He become someone I don't understand at all!

Why had they stopped? A figure walked from the center of the hunters, a red cloak blowing behind it. Something glinted in the moonlight as it approached. Whoever it was, was small and petite. A gust of wind ripped the hood from its head and pale hair spilled out. "The Huntress," Rashida hissed, the venom in her voice causing the pack to wince. "No mercy, whatever it takes. We will wipe them from this place. Now!" She howled a blood-curdling shriek. The pack joined, their voices intertwining to create one eerie low that echoed through the night.

At least, I should not have come for a run. Not much later we reached the pack and Hunter growled out loud seeing some of our pack members lying dead on the ground and some struggling with their wounds. Seeing blood all around, nothing but only red was visible in front of our eyes making rage take over us. Hunter started attacking whoever came into our view and on our way. Rhea was the first one whom I saw struggling against the hold of two female vampires. Hunter’s POV

he barked. The first hunter lunged, a curved bastard sword whistling through the dark in a brutal downward arc. Marcus didn't parry; he stepped into the strike, his forearm taking the brunt of the flat of the blade, the metal screeching against his hardened skin. With a guttural roar, his right hand ripped upward, his claws catching the underside of the hunter’s gorget. The heavy steel plate buckled under his strength, and the man was thrown backward into the mud, his throat opened to the storm. But the remaining two were already upon them.