The Witch Hunter Series Novels & Stories

Tanner argued, his voice slightly protesting. "Y-yes, but you heard? I hope it's another hunter," said Eruza while leading the way. They had met several times with the hunters, so they thought it was not one of them. Because as the chairman, he was obliged to know the abilities of his comrades and Eruza felt that their abilities might not take the game. On the riverbank, a hundred meters from the tree house, there was a rancid smell of blood that filled the area around the place. The two handsome young men were carefully skinning the White Tiger.

"Scouts! Visit the other werewolves outside our village and warn them too. Make sure that there is not a single trace when you leave the human world, don't let the werewolf hunter follow you while going back to our village or better yet, hide for the time being before coming back here..." "Elders and guardian Kitsune... Please guide the omega and pups to our village. You must not let them get outside of our village because it is too dangerous for them... And lastly, Kasper, the alpha leader. I'm going to give you a mission. Find and observe the werewolf hunter." "Are you sure about that, leader Matilda? The hunter is tricky. She always changes her appearance, therefore, it's a bit hard to fi

Caleb said and then the Witch Doctor says, “None of my kind either.” Caleb pulled his phone out and called a number putting the phone on speaker. Hunter answered the phone and Caleb told him what had happened. “Shit.” Hunter says on the other end of the line. “I’ve been tracking a group of Wolf Hunters in the area. I thought they went north but they must have changed course. I’ll be down your way by morning with my warriors.” He said as he hung up and I knew this wasn’t good if Hunter had been tracking them.

“It is kind of shameful that the hunters are now relying on witches. Even much disappointing that witches now do their bidding.” “Nani?” Tora had never that tiny bit of detail from the words of the night. Hunters hated every supernatural in their testament. Witches were no exception. So the fact that this dead one was inflicted with runes had her wondering. Hating herself for letting curiosity get the better of her, Tora begrudgingly walked over to the body whilst covering her little one’s sight with her free hand. Chase was right. The dead hunter was riddled with runes. They were about ten. It made her wonder if this one was even a hunter, to begin with. But the golden wreath insignia of th

She crawls out of the reach of his grasp and over to us. “Someone help him!” She cries out as I pull her into my arms. Atticus charges in; there was no way the Hunter was getting away this time. As the Hunter doges blow after blow, I find myself amazed at their movements. It’s like this person was trained from birth to do this, to face furious monsters head-on. Finally, black smoke starts to snake up Hunter’s body, and he’s swallowed by darkness. “The Witches…” I said, knowing that they had helped him escape, but why? Were they not considered monsters as well to the Hunters?

"You do not get to kill anyone in my sanctuary. Not him. Not anyone. This is my home and you just violated every law I hold sacred." "Move witch," the hunter snarled. "This does not concern you. This is pack business. Werewolf justice. Step aside or die with him." "Everything in this building concerns me. And you just declared war on the Crib. On me. On everyone I protect." Her hands started to glow. Not green. Not witch magic. Something else. Something brighter. "That was a mistake." The hunter laughed. It was an ugly sound full of contempt. "You think you can stop all of us? You and what army? We are trained killers. We have silver. We have spells. We have everything we need to end you."

“Hunter genes run in families, and when small isolated communities interbreed, the genes are expressed more often. Hunters’ frequency is increasing at an alarming rate.” “They can’t be exterminated.” I cringed at the thought I expressed. Of course, we couldn’t kill all the hunters. “No. They can’t, but they can be vaccinated in a sense. My colleagues are close to understanding how the hunter genes work, creating a serum that keeps those genes dormant. I believe we can turn them off permanently.” “Will this serum work on witches and shifters?” “No. The serum is specifically coded to the unique sequences of a hunter.” We were all quiet again, processing all of Dr. Sawyer’s revelations. “How am

We believe they use these symbols to steal the witches' powers after they are killed. The article says the baby boy was placed in a local adoption facility to wait for adoption because no family could be contacted but there is no information on which one. Why would the hunter spare the baby? I read through the next couple of months of articles and could not find any further information about the murders; they were likely never solved. Witch hunters usually leave no traces. I take a couple pictures of the article with my phone so I can show my mother and Charles. I leave the restricted area making sure to close the door behind me. I look around for Amelia so I can say goodbye and to ask her i

*** 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 didn’t try to get the scene behind my eyes like I usually try to, I let it play again this time, relieving when the kiss happened, sleep welcomed me without me knowing. I saw a wolf, a huge black wolf. I looked around trying to figure out where I was but all I could see was a maze of trees, my heart thundered. The wolf standing a few feet away from me it didn't look like it was a normal wolf, it was more compared to the a wolf. It had black furs and long sharp pointed canine that looked sharp enough to rip iron apart. It stared at me like a predator stalking its prey, waiting for the perfect moment to lunge.