Novel & Cerita Troll Hunter Gunmar

"Teams of two. Clear each building systematically. If you find anything Class C or above, signal immediately and retreat. We're not equipped for threats above your pay grade." He paired me with a Hunter named Marcus. I almost laughed at the cosmic joke of it. Marcus. My dead fiancé's name. The man whose face I couldn't remember anymore. This Marcus was nothing like him. He was older, maybe forty, with scars across his forearms and the dead-eyed look of someone who'd been hunting for years. He didn't introduce himself. Just nodded and headed into the fog. I followed. We cleared three buildings without incident. Empty rooms, collapsed floors, the occasional rat scurrying through debris. My war

The hole closed up instantly. “No, I got you,” Kiran said and looked at me. “What the hell are you guys doing?” Carl asked as he stepped into the garden as well. “Kiran’s shooting Levi,” Malachi answered him. “Ah, the no pain thing. Give me the gun,” Carl said. Kiran handed the gun to Carl and he aimed it at my stomach. “Give it your best shot,” I said. Carl smiled as he pulled the trigger. Again the same thing happened. My body rejected the bullet and the hole healed instantly.

*** 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

This leads to a side mission, hunt the troll and slay it. Marika has a potential location of the troll. Deep within the forest, where trees cover the light and only have a visual. Therefore, the best way to hunt is by morning. I accepted the mission, although no reward will be given. I already made a decision that I'll come. Before the sun shines, I'm already suited up with a vest, got two guns and a blade. The blade that I acquired from Maharlika's blacksmith. But, Marika demanded that I will not bring the gun for it is not effective on the troll, furthermore, the vest is also useless, it will only slow me down. Instead, she proposed a spear and a cloak made of bearskin. It is effective whe

He hit the ground hard, but he was already scrambling to his feet, his weapon raised. "What are you?" the hunter gasped, his mechanical voice glitching. "I'm the mountain's response to your infection," Rangga said, stepping forward. His skin was burning, the bioluminescence reaching a fever pitch that threatened to consume his very flesh. He felt his veins turning into conduits of molten light. Arung leveled his rifle at the hunter’s head. "Drop the blade, or I turn your helmet into a birdhouse." The hunter’s visor flickered. He looked from Arung to the glowing, terrifying figure of Rangga, then to the chasm where his squad had vanished. He didn't drop the blade. Instead, he reached for a de

At that very moment, Javier, Herschel, and Lloyd snatched the guns from Thorin’s three subordinates. They were rather domineering when they snatched them since they had forcefully broken their fingers on the triggers. After another three thuds, Thorin’s subordinates were rendered unconscious as they lay on the table lifelessly. Javier opened up the gun’s chamber and took a look. ‘It’s a Type 64 handgun with bullets that don’t even match the gun…The person who made this has done a really bad job of it!’ Javier hurled the gun on the table and looked at Thorin with a smile. “Now then, allow me to interview you…Do you still think you’re the boss?”

While this gave him extra strength, it also made his fighting style impulsive and a little sloppy. I was brainstorming where to hide Richard so I could help Dad protect Sofia when the hunter who killed my mother came over to join his friends. “ They have an older daughter as well. I managed to kill this traitors werewolf bitch but the kid escaped with her baby brother. The kid even managed to kill Jordan. I suspect she also killed everyone else as Hank was dead on the ground and Jake is missing!,” the hunter yelled at his comrades.

Mar looked at her two companions who stood in attention while the cadet went inside the barn. “You seem pretty used to this?” she asked Dorin, but the officer arrived before the other could answer. "Your rifle, sir." 2nd Lieutenant Monroe handed a long silver rifle to the drill Sergeant. There were intricate runes carved on the black wooden barrel, trailing to the tip of its metal muzzle. "First lieutenant Gunnar, have you any experience in using elemental firearms?" he asked Mar. "No sir," replied the lieutenant, "I am a Sword Master, Rapier Class, from the non-magic corps."

I question. "Oh, fuck," Haden mutters behind me, "Did we seriously wander into a hunter's lair in the middle of a snowstorm?" "That's right, you freaks. I'm a human who cares enough for my race and my country to annihilate you all!" The gunman screams.

“Oh shit, he was the antidote, so I asked for his help. He was here, just here. Damn it. that asshole, made a fool of us.” Ray went on his elbows and checked his arm, it looked throbbing red and all swollen, “Not fool really, I mean, I am alive.” I nodded and looked Cherry, before informing Ray what I knew about our enemy, “Yeah! You know his name is Gun. Do you know someone with that name?” “Are you shitting me?” Ray growled looking disgusted. I shook my head and frowned, “What? No, his name is really gun! He told me. apparently, he is into slavery or something because he said he named this himself.”