Troll Hunters Novels & Stories

Trent's voice carried a hint of concern as he shared the news. "Hunter encountered a school of whites and other dangerous creatures in a frenzy. He's currently pinned down, waiting for an opportunity to find a safer path," Trent informed them, his voice laced with a mixture of urgency and caution. Joe couldn't help but be amazed by Trent's connection with Hunter, their scout who was venturing ahead of them. It was as if they shared a telepathic link, allowing them to communicate even at a distance. Tritan's curiosity mirrored Joe's, prompting him to seek clarification.

"Why is Jonea so sure that my mother was involved in the incident that happened to Miller? In fact, none of the CCTV footage at school showed my mother's involvement. Why did Jonea hurt Aland that day? Although Aland did not admit that he was hurt because of Jonea. But I'm sure Jonea is involved. I could smell Jonea's body in Aland's spilled blood. I believe they were together before Aland was found unconscious with a gash in his stomach that night." Hunter struggled to his feet and walked out of the toilet. "What exactly happened? I have to find out the truth behind all these mysteries. I can't allow myself to be tossed around like a fool." After tidying up his clothes and washing his face

When the man began talking, it felt like he was covering her body in warm honey. "I must apologize to you. I'm Alpha Gunnar of The Shadow Howlers. My head warrior showed me evidence that you had been kidnapping humans. When I looked closer at the evidence, I couldn't determine if what he said was true, so I wanted to do more investigating. Omar?" Alpha Gunnar looked at the warriors, and the large one in front stepped forward, his neck bare in submission. "Yes, alpha." He answered in more of a growl. "Why have you set out to destroy this pack?" Gunnar asked. However, it wasn't Omar who answered.

“The Virus met’s rollout hit every black channel from Prague to Manila. Dirt cheap. Addicts are biting hard. And the wolves… well, you’ve seen the results.” Antonii’s grin widened. “Feral freaks. Beautiful chaos.” “Exactly.” I leaned forward, voice low, sharp. “The hunters are distracted. They're busy tracking rogue wolves turning into monsters on rooftops and back alleys. They don’t even know we’re watching them, tracking them, waiting.” Antonii raised a brow. “And when they look up?” “We put a bullet between their eyes,” I said coldly. “Or a claw through their throats. Whichever’s quicker.”

“When we made the rule about the town’s children not coming into the forest from ages 11 to 18, it was because more than just the boy was killed. That was just the reason given to the town by Timothy’s grandfather. Sleuth members were not permitted to live in town for the same reason. There was a sleuth that was destroyed because of fated mates who were not permitted to be together yet. If we tell our kids, Godric, nor Osprey, will want to hold themselves back from Scarlett. We will be forced to intervene to keep them apart, causing our son, and his bear, to go crazy.” “Crazy? What do you mean crazy? What happened to the sleuth?” I asked. “One of the female bears was mated to a human in the

They stopped before me, the engines coming off one after the other. Henrique Crimson Sparrow took off his helmet, his short strawberry blonde visible under the full moon's light. He had a scar running down his chin. He smiled, stepping off his bike. “You nuts have a death wish, Xavier? Coming here alone?” I smiled back, a cold smile devoid of any humor. “Who says I’m alone?” Henrique Crimson Sparrow looked confused, and looked around the space. Henrique followed my movements with his eyes. Then, the forest came to life.

The girl murmured with a shiver. “No. He was my partner. The thing killed him. I think it might be gone, though.” “Are you human?” She asked breathily. “I’m not. We’re state trackers. Humans are hunters. Trackers are supernaturals who are trying to help control the bad supernaturals.” He explained. Humans rarely learned about things that didn’t affect them, like the difference between hunters and trackers. He didn’t mind. Explaining things was actually relaxing him. Though he was still on guard, he wasn’t jumpy anymore.

His voice sounds increasingly angry with each word . " Which part ? " I scoff . " All of it . I could never kill Diana even if someone took my soul and replaced it with a hunter's ! " He hits back with rage . Hunters are said to be humans with above average abilities , their only aim is to rid the world of supernatural species , more often than not , they tend to go for werewolves and vampires the most . They usually leave seers , witches and related species alone . His statement didn't make sense in the least.

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.

He seats himself on the chair in front of the table and the conversation starts. “We were actually hunting that yokai for some years now… You probably wouldn’t know the term ‘hunting’ here. Or do you?” “No. I do not.” “Okay. I’ll explain it in simple terms. There are three categories under which people or humans in general fall under… The cast, the off-cast and the hunters. Well, only if you’re out of your mind will you take the hunting route. My point being that the cast can interact with spirits, dead people, apparitions if they have not passed into the afterlife and they decide to stick around as a rumour. The off-cast are those idiots who can’t see these apparitions and they decide to us