The Witch Hunter System Novels & Stories

I called, stopping her in her tracks as she walked out with Kayson. "Yes..." She answered, eyes still burning with a hunger for blood she could barely contain. "I know you're eager," I told her, "but you only move on my signal. You're the only witch hunter we have, and we can't afford for Erin to outsmart us and get to you first." She nodded. "I won't blow this over my grudges. I've waited too long for that," she said. I gave her a small smile and she turned to join Kayson.

“We all know the only way hunters would have made it through that veil is if access was granted to them. And…” “One of us,” I sigh, feeling a migraine coming on. Luca and Nyra are right. Someone who has the power to scale through that veil unscathed must have helped them. And it cannot have been a regular pack member. It’s someone much stronger. “And how are we even sure they are hunters?” Nyra says, her hand reaching for a shirt on the floor before she decides against it, the look of disgust in her eyes. “I mean, it could be anything, right?”

In the middle was herb garden, small glowing orbs floated around it as blue butterflies fluttered about happily. Gerwulf placed me at one of the tables and instructed me to remove my shirt. I carefully pulled my warm sweater off and awkwardly dangled my legs from the side. "A true witch is hard to kill. Hylda thought cutting her throat would do the trick, but nope," Gerwulf turned towards me with a small glass pot in his hand. He opened it and rubbed the salve onto the bite marks. "How do you kill a witch then?" "It's much more gruesome than that. You have to pierce the heart, separate the head, and burn the body. Otherwise they'll just heal. How fast depends on how much damage they take."

It will help you find other children of the moon, even if those bastards move locations again. His pale eyes sparkle as he explains the finer workings. "Currently, I have it set to wolf, but it will detect witches and hybrids too. See," he stands before me, his tan arms spread wide. "Try it." Holding the "spell checker" aloft, I watch as the arrow spins for several minutes, trying to settle on a direction. It pauses towards Araminta, hesitates on Hawthorne, but finally stops on Parris, the closest of the three, until it stops, pointing at his chest.

She breached the dark web and activated her Mine Hunter system. Alex immediately gave the order to re-engage the missile defense system. The powerful Mine Hunter system instantly infiltrated the missile defense system, performing ultra-precise calculations on every data point, then scaling them infinitely. It was invisible to the naked eye, yet the protective net continuously expanded outward, enveloping all the innocent lives beneath the sky in its embrace. Interceptor missiles rose continuously to strike down incoming warheads, creating brilliant, firework-like explosions across the sky. Behind the Mine Hunter interface, Beverly quietly opened another hacking system and infiltrated the pal

They instinctively looked down. Then everyone froze. The pink, suggestive interface of "Goddess Hunter" disappeared. It was replaced by a cold black interface that looked like a tombstone. At the center of the screen, the photo of me that had been treated as prey vanished too. In its place was Gary's face, twisted with shock. Under his photo, blood red words slowly appeared. [New game activated, Scumbag Hunter.] [Target: Gary Zachary York.] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time.

“Please don’t hurt him” I begged as it begins to rain. “Hurt him? Who said anything about that. I am not a monster” he grinned. When I see his face I realize this is the same hunter that stole my blood from the underground prison. “You are a monster, you’re responsible for killing all those witches” I shouted. “Alright, maybe I am a monster, but lucky for you, we need him alive” the hunter said. Hunters kill witches to collect our powers. The more they kill the stronger they become. After all the recent deaths, I suspected this hunter was very powerful.

Author's POV Abigail's bright eyes sparkled with a hint of excitement as she began to explain the origins of the twin hunters. "Yes, the hunters originally were neither witches nor vampires," she said, her slender fingers gesturing emphatically. "They were just normal, ordinary human hunters. Weak, slow, and not that fearsome, but they have always hated vampires greatly, so they had a very powerful witch turn them into a weapon, the ultimate weapon to destroy vampires."

The bullets glowed with some kind of enchantment, pulsing with contained power. He didn't hesitate. Didn't announce himself. He just fired. Three shots. Perfect placement. Shoulder, chest, leg. The enchanted bullets hit Heriberto before the warlock could react. Each impact sent ripples of silver light through his dark shields. Heriberto stumbled, genuine surprise flashing across his face. "Witch-killer rounds." He touched his shoulder where dark blood oozed. "Where did a Hunter get those?" "I have friends in low places." My father's voice was cold. Lethal. This was the Hunter I'd heard about but never seen—the man who'd spent eighteen years preparing for this moment. "And I've been preparing

I was still met with silence. “Jericho, trust me… I know how this sounds. I really do. A Hunter and a Vampire, I know… But I'm all in, I'm invested in this now. I need to save him. If I can find out who ordered the hit, I could try and convince them to withdraw it. If I can’t, then the contract will be reassigned and it will be war. I will kill anyone who tries to come for him.” I said.