The First Hunter Manga Novels & Stories

It seems the distraction team is having fun. Racing toward the nearest hunter, I turn my fingers into claws and swipe them across his face. The hunter screams, dropping the knife he was about to stab toward me to clutch the wounds I just caused. Before he can retaliate, I have already made my way behind him and quickly snapped his neck. The sickening snap is satisfying to my ears. By the time the chaos settles and the rest of the hunters have been taken down, only two remain alive—Marcus and a black male with crisp braids.

Valentina stays human, weapons ready. The first hunter sees us coming. Raises his rifle. I'm faster. Hit him low, under the gun. Teeth find his throat before he can fire. Blood floods my mouth, hot and coppery. He goes down choking. Tom takes the second hunter. Rips the gun away, then the arm holding it. The hunter screams. Valentina stakes the third through the heart. Vampire hunter, dead before he hits the ground. Three down. Three left. The remaining hunters regroup. Smarter now. Backs together, covering angles.

“What do you mean no leaving the room? No talking back? And I have to kneel when you say so too?” He scoffed in disbelief. “Who the fuck do you think you are to come up with all this? You can not just decide that my life belongs to you when I never asked you for any of this.” He drew in a sharp breath. “I never asked to be hunted. I never asked to be bought bought you! Or rescued like you think you did!” I turned around. He was still talking. The words he was forming tumbled out of his mouth between broken breaths as the tears that ran down both sides of his face just dripped off his chin and onto his shirt—the same shirt I had set out and left for him that morning.

*** Abraham Van Helsing, the Dutch vampire hunter, had once had an apprentice whom he admired and held in high regard, long before he even considered the holy order as a potential calling. Helsing betrayed his apprentice and thought he had disposed of him. However, the tales surrounding this event were shrouded in insufficient recounting and relied solely on rumors. Higgins, renowned for his extraordinary ability to communicate with the dead, was known as the Necromancer Hunter. His expertise lay in influencing the living through the use of the deceased as conduits. His discarded body had washed up on the shores of a massive island housing several packs of werewolves, one of which belonged t

’ I growl through mind link to Carlos, while Hunter growls out menacingly to let all three of them know our displeasure. “I..I…I didn’t think I had to stop her. She only a hu-” Hunter jumps on the young warrior, causing him to fall to the earth with a loud thud. His claws extend out, drawing blood on the man’s chest, pulling a hissing sound from his lips.

I whispered as fidgeted with my fingers "Well don't look so glum I'm here to give you a second chance if your willing to take it, it's your choice" "What do you mean" "I mean you have a choice if you wanna become a hunter, here we are at the hunter institute where we recruit and train people to become hunters to defend threats to the supernatural and human community " I just stared at him as he continued "There are also hunters that are part of an elite group called assassin hunters, they are few but they are the strongest and most powerful of all the hunters , chris here is part of that group", he glanced at chris then back to me "he's a vampire with special abilities one of them being he c

one hunter whispered, his voice trembling. I tilt my head, a cold smile spreading across my face. “I’m here to get what is mine,” I growl, my voice coming out deep and distorted. The hunters scramble for their weapons, but I don't give them a chance. I lunge forward, my claws tearing through the first man who dared to attack me. The fight that follows is brutal and swift. The hunters, despite their numbers and experience, are no match for my newfound strength. My movements became a blur, a storm of claws and fangs that left destruction in my wake.

This is the second part of the Trilogy, which focuses on Hunter. Who's Hunter? Hunter is the firstborn son of the infamous Beast, a hybrid of an Undead and a werewolf. The rightful heir of both the Pack and the Deads. But he doesn't want to take over the packs yet. He wants to meet his mate first. He has been watching his parents' relationship all his life and at the age of 25 he's desperately craving a mate of his own. He yearns for what his parents have.

Kade breathed, staring at me with a mixture of awe and calculation that made my skin crawl even through the firestorm of my reawakening. One of the hunters recovered first, lunging at me with inhuman speed. I raised my hand instinctively, and fire bloomed from my palm, a concentrated stream that caught the hunter mid-leap and sent it crashing back into the wall. The creature's mask melted under the heat, revealing a face so twisted and wrong it barely resembled humanity. "Ember!" Hail shouted, already on his feet and fighting another hunter. His knife flashed, slicing through the creature's armor but meeting resistance at the flesh beneath. "We need to go! Now!"

The first hunter appeared at the chamber entrance—black tactical gear, silver-lined visor, a crossbow that hummed with electromagnetic energy. Maya felt the wrongness of the weapon like acid on her skin, but instead of recoiling, she found herself calculating angles and vulnerabilities with a predator's instinct. "Seven dragons," the hunter announced into his comm unit, his voice mechanically distorted. "Confirmed light dragon manifestation. Requesting immediate backup." "Too late for that," Maya said softly, and let her human form finally dissolve completely.