The Hunter Novels & Stories

"Are you sure about that, leader Matilda? The hunter is tricky. She always changes her appearance, therefore, it's a bit hard to find her. I also heard from her victims that she use something to hide her real scent." Kasper looks at his mom and she just nods. Kasper's mother gave him a look to just follow her command. "My son is not the leader of the alpha pack for nothing. He just needs to observe the hunter and find out who's her informant because I guess that there is a spy here in our village... Don't let your guard down, my son. And if you found an opportunity, kill the hunter!" "Yes, mother,

What followed would be the inevitable days of sex and closing feasts before they took their mates home for their tribes to welcome. The second group of hunters was searching more slowly for a scent that would knock them over. They needed to find the one scent that would tell them which prey was their mate. They were taking their time, searching the grass and brush. When one of those hunters found the scent, he would take off at a dead sprint, a cheer going up around him as he found a trail to chase. Every hunter knew they had a prey in the Hunt due to the new rules, but not every hunter had seen their prey in the starting line. Some hunters had to work to get a scent of the trail they would

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.

For her and her Kingdome she had to kill. A drop of water dropped at her hands and it started raining washing away all the stains of blood from her face. Just then she heard a loud cry. “Ahhhhhhh.” Shama felt as if she knew the voice. It seemed like Ansh’s voice. Shama’s eyes went wide at the realisation. It’s been too much time since they were trapped in this room. The owner of haunted house was also with the assassins. “ANSH” Shama shouted as she heard his voice.

Fucking damn glasses that aren't with me. Hunter speaks his fluent French, looking now at the camera as a reporter sits beside him. I look at the people around the room, and they are all immaculate in their uniforms with the television station's logo. There are three men with cameras, two women taking notes with oversized headphones to catch what Hunter discusses, a man at a computer, two photographers, the reporter, and someone who looks like the director to me as he quietly watches, and the another reporter facing the monitor.

the hunter said. And then he bring put his little dagger which was sparkling over the sun. "No! No! Stay away from me!" Anna started screaming when the hunter brought out the dagger. But the hunter still did not mind he first of all stares at the dagger and then smell it. While he started coming after Anna and Anna as well increased her voice while shooting. At the same time she was also crawling backwards as her hands and legs are tied up. But when she saw how serious the hunter is she then closed her eyes while screaming.

JAMES POV We burst through the front door and were confronted. I skidded to a stop. “Jacob Sawyer,” I acknowledged the Hunter in front of me. He looked surprised to see me. “James Adler. I didn’t know you consorted with this sort.” He stood in front of me, looking relaxed, but I knew better. This Hunter has been credited with thousands of kills of my kind. He was strong and ruthless, and he had a serious hatred for anything supernatural, though he wasn’t above using them if they would help meet his needs.

I can see the panic flicker in Hazel's wide eyes as she desperately tries to stay silent, her body tense with fear. I notice the faint sound of footsteps and the distant echo of a hunter's voice, searching diligently for us. If we remain perfectly still and silent, there's a chance he might overlook our hiding spot. Hunters were one of the mysterious creatures that inhabited these woods. They were incredibly fast, their piercing red eyes glowing ominously in the dark, yet they possessed a human-like appearance that made them even more unsettling. Their faces were gaunt, with sharp fangs visible when they snarled, and claws that gleamed dangerously beneath the moonlight. Their skin was extrem

says another. Three hunters. All Male. The hunters pass within twenty feet of my hiding spot. The oldest one carries silver-tipped arrows. Another has thermal goggles strapped over his eyes. The third, and youngest, is white knuckling a handgun like it’s a life raft. “Thought these things were supposed to be monsters,” the younger hunter mutters. “So far, all I've seen is a piss poor Tarzan cosplay.” “Don’t get cocky,” the older one snapped. “The small one already killed three men before they shot him with a tranq.”

They were bloodied from the fight but defiant, their eyes blazing with misplaced righteousness. Dax lunged toward the taller hunter, his voice a low snarl. "You’re going to tell us what we want to know." His fists clenched at his sides, itching to make good on his promise. "Who sent you? Who’s ‘The Broker’?" The hunter looked up, his gaze sharp and unyielding, his lip curling into a sneer. "I don’t answer to animals."