The Witch Hunter System Novels & Stories

He allowed her to approach and speak her mind which confused me the most. Aiden and I already informed Alpha Romulo the other day that a witch is going to help us. But he refused to hear our side of the story. That is how he came up with a shoot-to-kill order on Hunter Grey. "I can cast a tracking spell that will lead you directly to Hunter Grey," she added. The pack members became curious and eager to hear more about the witch's proposal. Some were in agreement, but others were hesitant, fearing the possible consequences if they trusted a witch.

“I am a witch hunter, that was why Voldin used me. Hunters are common for angel, werewolf hybrids. Outside of being this kind of hybrid, hunters are rare in any species.” “What makes hunters so different besides their abilities to track?” I was desperate for information. She smiled at me. “Our abilities become more vast after killing something that our senses track more dutifully than others. There are different abilities depending on what you track, abilities that make hunting your prey easier.” She looked at Trenton. “You are also a witch hunter aren’t you?” “I am. Not that I have killed any yet.” “I can tell. You haven’t fully awakened your abilities.” Amelia smiled. “My abilities are see

The anguish in Alpha Kieran's eyes is clear enough that I can see it. "Ever since that happened, I've been searching for ways to make sure something similar never does. It became my mission to make sure my pack was safe from such an attack again, but I haven't been able to make any progress with that. From the Intel I gathered, the only thing that could reveal a witch hunter, that could strip away the concealing magic they use to disguise themselves, is a witch's wards. If you are a fully awakened witch, then maybe you're not just a risk to this pack. You could be what saves us as well."

I take a seat by the nearby coffee table and Hunter joins soon after. “So how do we stop it?” I look up, the determination in his voice beaming through, “I honestly don't know. He has a witch working with him. She is cloaking him and hiding his scent. We have nothing to go on.” I bury my head in my hands. “I'm going to lose her and I haven't even got to know her.” ⤝⤞ I wake up with my back screaming in pain. After my talk with Hunter, we had walked back to the waiting room where Hunter had explained that a rogue wolf did this to Ketzia.

POV: Vaelor The sound of the chains rattling in the dark was unmistakable, and I knew before I even saw the first flash of armor that Draeven hadn't just sent the hounds, he had sent the Unspoken. These were the elite hunters of our pack, men who had given up their voices and half their humanity to become specialists in bringing down rogue wolves, and they carried silver-weighted nets and crossbows designed to pierce even the thickest hide. I grabbed Ilyra by the arm and hauled her out of the Hollow, ignoring the way my leg screamed in protest, because we couldn't stay in a hole and wait to be netted like fish in a barrel.

She questioned. "Not at all. Ratting out on a witch is almost never needed - not when we have Zandov." Sheera's pulse quickened on hearing that name. She couldn't tell why. "You've heard of him, right? The famous witch hunter and executioner. He grew up hating witches that he dedicated his whole life to executing them. I don't even know how he does it, but the moment a witch is around, he senses it and goes after them. He always isolates himself in his private hut and only comes out when he's on a mission." Tabitha explained.

“I liked that kid.” “So did I. He's good at playing innocent, among other things.” “Apparently,” he said. “So, there's no plan to take care of the hunters?” “I'm sure there is, but they're not telling me about it. Hunter has some spell that he thinks will help us keep out all undead supernaturals, so that's something. At least, it might be if Vic and Ulric let him go through with it.” “So I'm gone for two seconds and Vic replaces me with a door alarm and a witch. Great.”

Miriam said, greeting her teeth "Stop it," Jayer warned her. He knew how much she hated Mrs. Hunter. "Okay," Miriam quieted down, but it could be shown on her face. "Hello, everyone. Tonight we are hunting down two creatures. Wolves and infernos. But our priority for tonight is the Inferno. It's a very dangerous creature and can burn you alive. It doesn't die easily except with a special remedy and hit directly to its core at the chest. Don't expect to survive if you don't hit the target. You at least have one chance of killing it. The bullets have been dipped into the poisonous remedy and makes it easier for you to kill it. As for wolves tonight, we will have to shoot one when we see one an

The Huntress was said to kill her victims slowly, using blades instead of bullets or arrows. She would cut pieces of the wolf off while they were still alive, turning them into grotesque trophies of scarves, rugs, and whatever else her disturbed mind fancied. She had ways of keeping a shifter from reverting back to their human form. Some said she embedded silver into distinct parts of the body so that the shifter burned slowly from the inside. Willow was drawing some similarities between these tales and Garin's mother. She fit the profile. Willow shuddered to think that The Huntress, the boogeyman of the shifters, had been haunting her town for the past few years.

Especially if the omega wore that yellow band. Within five minutes, the forest was filled with muted screams as the first of the prey were being caught. Over 3,000 omegas had started in this year's hunt. Based on the new rules, every omega in the Hunt had a corresponding hunter searching for her, waiting to drag her off to a new life in a new tribe. To catch and claim your mate, you had to mark her. That meant biting her neck in possession. The combination of a bite, along with the adrenaline and endorphins of the chase meant most prey passed out from the overload to their system. The hunter had to then carry their prey back to the castle before it was official. Almost all of the hunters dra