The Witch Hunter System Mga Nobela at Kwento

We need to be prepared on every front. In truth, Alpha Tam does need to urgently dispatch a small unit to track down the assassins. As Werewolves, we will have a much better chance of tracking them down than the Council-appointed magical guards. But Alpha Tam is more interested in the huge reward. He wants every Werewolf from the pack to be on the trail of the princesses in their spare time. He thinks he can hold the Council at bay until the Werewolves track down the princesses, and once they do, he thinks the Council will not be as bothered about the assassins. He’s either deluding himself, or he is privy to some inside knowledge.

When you start using magic for ill intentions you can become a dark witch or wizard and it’s very hard to turn back. Elder Wynn goes on about our roots in the magical world and how our town was founded by his father’s father’s father’s father back in the late 1600s when witches were hunted and burned at the stake. We made an alliance with the werewolves to live peacefully without persecution from the human world. The problem is we haven’t changed anything since then it’s as if the entire council is still living in the 17th century.

asked a voice to the man. The sentence was greeted by another nod. “A possessor of holy blood has been born, Mrs. Bunga,” replied Magma. The room fell silent. “What?” whispered another voice, a little late. “What do you mean—?” “You heard what I said, Maro,” interrupted Mr. Magma calmly. “Are you sure?” Maro asked again. “Certainly. Our tracking witch, Miss Lindya, has found her. Miss Lindya's natural tracking sensor got some kind of signal. Is that right, miss?” Magma added to the woman to her left.

The hunters were as ruthless as the witches, and they had one mission in this attack. Kill as many werewolves as they can, and take the new Luna.

From a distance, I noticed a hut and decided it would be the safest option possible. I pulled the maiden further towards the direction and upon stepping into the hut, I closed the doors and slide the windows open, holding up my riffles and ready to shoot. It was rather shocking, when she pulled a riffle on top of the window as well to wait for the hunters. "I got it from the edge of the room." She revealed, obviously reading my expression. The first witch hunter came into sight and right before I could pull the trigger, she already did. I was surprised that she could aim to perfection. For the next few minutes, the rest of the witch hunters would be annihilated by our riffles.

“There might be more of a response if you contacted them directly. You know how they feel about werewolf society and hierarchies.” Damn it! I threw down the reports that I was looking over. He was right. I hated dealing with the hunters and their society. They were cowards, hiding behind stolen magic of witches they’d hunted down in the past. If it wasn’t for the need for peace, I would have happily moved toward wiping them out. As alpha of the strongest pack in North America, I knew that I could unite our packs and rid our continent of them if I really wanted to. But how many innocent lives would be lost if we went to war with the hunters?

I feel my heart thundering berserkly in my chest at the memory of her face morphing and twisting in fury, the baby blue turned blood-red eyes, and the sinister expression that told me she was ready to killl in a blink of an eye. "Vampire." Hunter blurts. Again, as if he knows exactly what's running in my head every damn minute, in every fucking second. And he's not even looking at me! How on earth does he do that? "Scarlet Tate is the only hybrid werewolf in the Wintermist Pack. She's the Alpha's daughter, so you better not underestimate her or you'll be dead before graduation." He warns. I look up and stare at his devilishly handsome face, his amber eyes cold and serious.

His face was twisted by savage jealousy as he saw us so strangely close in the gloom. “I found you, outcast!” Hunter roared, raising his mystical weapon as collapse alarms began to sound throughout the tower. “Let her go, Lawrence! The witch has already activated the reverse pulse on the main altar! If you don’t hand her over to me right now, I’ll bury this fortress under three meters of stone and mystical ash!”

“What happened to him after?” “It’s a she.” Kate scratches her hair. “I don’t know, last I saw her she was suited with a nozzle and heavily sedated. Those idiots don’t know how unpredictable those creatures are. No one can tame them.” “Where was this?” “Hamburg?” “Hamburg?” I almost choked on my drink, that place had completed wiped out an entire population of wolves and humans alike. “And they tracked you all the way out here?” “No.” Kate tosses me a look that asks if I’m that dumb. “The Hunter’s arcane is forever moving. There’s a whole system beneath ground. It’s only their headquarters that’s stationary and no one knows where it is.”

Alessia. The Winters were known for over centuries before my existence of its strict principles. We were known as the werewolf hunters. While my great great great grandfather invented the wolf hunting system decades ago and termed himself the wolf slayer, he had left his empire in the hands of sons after sons, daughters after daughters.