The Hunter Novels & Stories

Hunter looked worried and I frowned. “I am not sure if I am hearing you right.” I tilted my head to the other side, feeling utterly confused. “There are supernatural hunters. Humans who believe that anything that isn’t human is a monster and should be killed. This hunter must have gotten word of what happened here all those years ago.” Hunter paced back and forth explaining what he found out about the hunter. We had to inform both councils that a hunter was in our region as the picture became clearer.

Hunter closed his eyes with a lopsided grin on his lips as he swore to himself, “After I take care of his brother, I am going to personally kill Zayn Cardinal and tear his limbs apart...Ouch! What is that for, Mother?!” “What an insolent brat.” The old woman hit him a few more times, making sure to aim his wounds as he flinched in pain before she finished healing him. “Do you still think you are living in the past where you used to get everything done your way? Do not provoke those men if you still want to keep your life, Hunter.” Hunter gritted his teeth, enduring the healing process until she was finished. “You know how much I love a challenge, Mother. This time, I am going to teach those

I glanced at him, my eyes wide with curiosity and confusion, and he swiftly enlightened me. “As a symbol of my being a hunter, I offer each member of the family a weapon they are better accustomed to wielding. Even though you may not consider yourself a hunter ‘officially’, you undoubtedly are one to others. Because being a Cadwell will instantly label you as one.” He added as I continued to stare at the gun in front of me. Although I feel confident using this weapon, I still find it hard to accept that Grandpa will ever hand one to me. So I’m a hunter, huh? I am not an official member, but since I am also a Cadwell, I am still considered as one.

He sends the last body hurling toward another group as they charge toward him, scattering them in different directions. Hector, with the fury of the storm and the swiftness of a thunderclap, slit the throats of every rogue as he progresses forward with carefully deliberated steps. Blood spills form crimson arcs in the air, like raindrops in the wilderness, a view of satisfaction and pain. He goes for the throat of a rogue after knocking down the sword from his grip and strangling him in a minute, thanks to his lupine strength. Hunter is dangerous, but weak, owing to the endless search for the artefact, his lack of sufficient food and water, his pupils twinkling, alternating between two colou

The beta said, neatly placing the daggers and blades on the table. "Hunters….." Evelyn muttered, the word rolling out of her tongue leaving a bitter taste. "Who's hunters?" Rain asked before flopping down on one of the chairs. "Hunters are humans or sometimes other supernatural beings like us, " Scarlett started, "Humans were the first ones known as hunters. They used to hunt us and other supernatural beings like us because they were afraid of our power but that changed long ago. Now, hunters include humans, vampires, and even werewolves. They're a group of people who kill and attack people when they are offered money for the job." Scarlett heaved a sigh. "Hunter attacks are surprising which

I gasped and I fell to my knees in the vision, holding my own chest. I felt the pain. The man finally took off his hoodie and he smiled. Mischievously. It was him. The Hunter.

Then, out of that void, a figure stepped forward. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Clad in black leather that seemed to absorb the moonlight. His face was hidden beneath a hood, but his presence—goddess above, his presence—was suffocating. It pressed against me the way Damon and Lucas’s dominance did, only sharper, like knives instead of claws. “Finally,” the hunter said, his voice low and smooth, carrying a deadly calm. “The fated wolves, united in one den. How generous of you to gather.”

“You’re right about Melinda not being involved though; hunters never take bribes, they have a strict code of honor. But the thing that’s bothering me is, why try to shoot at me in broad daylight? If a hunter is really after someone, they’ll simply disappear without a trace.” “That’s exactly what’s been bothering me as well.” Ace commented. “Hunter’s are very precise. They never miss a target. Then why were you shot in the abdomen only? If that hunter had gotten a lock on to your body, he could’ve shot anywhere. And they’re known to especially go for the head first. And on top of that, the man fired a few warning shots to cause commotion.” “Something doesn’t add up, Ace. Find out what it is.”

One day he decided to walk into the woods and no one has ever seen him since. My name is Lucas Harrison. I am considered the best tracker and hunter in the town. Not only animals but also Paranormal beings. All-day and all night, people in our town searched, lighting the way with flashlights and lanterns. Searching with dogs and carrying shotguns. It all seemed like a horror movie waiting to happen.