Troll Hunters Novels & Stories

He didn't appear to be upset to be joining his mate at all. Of the more than 3,000 omegas that had started The Hunt, only 243 were still unclaimed. That night, 243 Hunters returned to the castle and planned the next phase of their attack. Because, at this point in the game, their animalistic nature could do nothing less than attack.

says Graydon with a smile. "Oh no," I say as I start to see where he's going with this. Trolls are walking, talking, twelve feet tall stink bombs. Most of the time they are just smelly. But when they feel threatened or angry or upset or annoyed or even just a little bored, they can let off a stink that will knock everyting within 100 metres flat. "Yes exactly," says Graydon. "Not quite a smoke bomb. Troll bomb." The others suck in their breath. "That's harsh," says the blue-haired guy but he's nodding approvingly.

Even with silver, once it was out of the body, healing took very little time but it had already been a week and the scar bothered me as much as the strange girl standing in the clearing. “How’d he even get a shot off at you?” Derrick asked as he grabbed the report I’d been reading. He’d read it before. We’d all read it. Rogues were testing the borders of small packs and a few had even tested our borders. They were growing more daring with each attack and there were rumors that a rogue king was leading them. And that’s why I agreed to continue the pact with the hunter society. We needed the hunters investigating the rogues so we could reinforce our borders and find out where this supposed rog

I said to Damien. “What was what?” He replied. I recognized that sound, it was a compound silencer. A tool The Academy gave us. It was specifically ingrained not to be able to be picked up by a Vampires super sensitive hearing. A lot of Hunters used them, I even had before.

She knew the cleanup team would arrive soon. They exited the woods and got back into the car. Everyone was silent, until Ruth finally spoke again. “Those people you saw... they’re called the Hunters. Not the deer-and-rabbit kind. The ones who bear hatred for werewolves. They pretty much want to wipe every werewolf off the map. Good or bad, it doesn’t matter to them.” She paused and glanced at them. “Alex, you look like you just got indigestion. Are you okay?” Alexander looked up slowly, worry all over his face. “Those two back there...” he muttered.

“But she probably knows where their home base is, and friends her ex was close with. That’d give IT and scouts something to run with.” “Are they still considered your ex if they are dead?” I chuckled. Cody laughed. “I think the murder part constitutes a breakup, personally.” I walked over to one of the bookshelves that surrounded my office. Hunters had been the one topic it had been glaringly difficult to find information on. For the most part, we only had names of key hunters and tactics they used. They were incredibly skillful at running under the radar. Hell, Trevor didn’t even realize a Marsan had been under his nose for weeks.

He smiled apologetically as he took the cup. "Xander, who else knew that you were attacking today?" I asked, wanting to get to the bottom of this just as much as he did. Xander let out a deep breath. "No one. Just the Betas. And when they summoned their people, they told them to report for training." I nodded. "So, who won?" But I knew well that there were no clear winners in war. And this was clearly a war between shifters and Hunters. "We did, but Rush Balista escaped again." Xander shook his head. "He was tipped off."

“Look, I don’t want to have to hurt you. It’s clear we have some knowledge of what’s going on which means that some of you have already talked (Lie) and since you haven’t seen any of your fellow rogues back in your pack, it means the ones that didn’t talk were killed and the ones that did have been protected enough to be safe from the rest of you. So I ask again, who is leading you and why are you here?” “You’re lying!” he shouted back. “Nobody could talk,” he says as he starts to slightly tremble. “What has got you so afraid that you would risk all of this pain and torture just to keep someone else’s secret?” “Who says there’s a secret? I was just talking to a hunter before he flipped out a

To ensure I had full control of everything. I watched from the camera feeds as Sienna drove exceedingly fast to get to Tomás. I had to hand it to her; she may actually get to the kid on time. I didn't care either way, as by the time Hunter arrived, he would see exactly what I wanted him to see. He would see Sienna with Tomás in a compromising position as Tomás' machines indicated that Tomás was about to die. Hunter wasn't medically trained and didn't know the science behind what I was doing. All he would see is Sienna attempting to kill his only brother.

I rolled my eyes at him, and he gave another shout of laughter. The ride continued in silence until we got to the main highway. I could see a dark shadow of a vehicle parked off to the side and realized it was Nellie and the other warrior. They flashed their lights at us and followed us up on to the highway. I sat back in my seat and closed my eyes. “Is it true you were a werewolf hunter?” Bob asked. I opened my eyes to see him looking at me earnestly. “Yeah,” I acknowledged.