Novelas y relatos de Trollhunter

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”

Amy and Isaac traded a look, seeing us come in like besties. I noticed Isaac had set their original Kinect SLS camera on a tripod aiming at the couch, and an original Ovilus V on the coffee table, with his KII and his tri-field meter. I grimaced, trying to look at Ann. “I’m sorry, ma’am.” “It’s fine, Fran,” my phone app said. “How come you get so many words?” asked Isaac. “It’s an app developed by a Brit ghost hunter. Works better than the Ovilus. And touchpads work wonders, too.”

He said like some chaotic deranged bastard. "First of all, I'm no bitch, I'm a fucking assassin. Secondly," I responded while opening his mouth "I pay with the blood of others not mine" and with that, I cocked the gun, realizing the bullet down his throat. I peeled his blood off my face and licked it. I could feel his gagging on my gun in fear before I pulled the trigger. Bunch of freaks.

[Dwolo Eyes - 2019, 01 April] Suspicious of an amateur journalist. Had followed some humans who he thought were vampires and wolf-shifters. One or two are actually them. Many take photos with very clear and good results. One photo shows a vampire on the edge of the forest, sucking the blood of a pig. It is too much evidence. Forced to erase some of his memory using Emergency-Hipno, and cover up the anomaly with a car accident. In the case of the shifters, it has been reported to the relevant people. Check, peruse, and double check. Everything has settled. [Tael Eyes - 2019, 01 August]

However, bloodshed made the ferals hysterical with a carnal urge that they misbehaved with each other. After they had completed their depressing feat, they threw on their Fairy's coats and stared back to the bonfire. Only a few alleys away from the scene of feral horridness, when suddenly the two heard a disturbance from one of the homes. They slipped up to a window and stared inside. An old troll climbed up from a trap door in the floor amidst a pile of debris. Beaming to each other, Lord Colton and Jason placed themselves near the door, ready to trap these backstabbers. But they paused at a sight they had not anticipated. Someone they recognized very well followed the old troll from the hi

She was feeling scared. Tanya, "I can't tell you her name. She is my friend. She told me to inform you about those werewolves' plan to sacrifice a human. I did whatever she asked me to do. Harsh was not my boyfriend, and I don't know who killed him. I lied to you." Vishal "So your friend is that hunter?" Tanya "I don't know." Vishal, "You know everything! Don't lie to me." Tanya "Yes, she is a hunter. But I am a normal human. Trust me, I was just helping her."

Marcus and Zino jumped into the other cars. “Move!” Hunter commanded. ********** Tally sat in front of the large screen, fingers moving quickly. Several camera footage from different angles played at once… entrances, hallways, exits, parking lots. Hunter paced behind him like a caged predator. Tally suddenly zoomed into a particular footage. “Fuck me…” he whispered. “Isn’t that Kai? That’s Kai… one of Geret’s boys.” He zoomed again and spotted another face. “Venum… shit.”

God, I love when bitter men with skills are freshly dumped and emotionally available for revenge. As I closed my laptop, the city buzzed outside, clueless. The McLarens thought they’d seen the last of me. But what they didn’t know? The real Hunter doesn’t bark. She stalks. And tomorrow? I’d be loading my arrows. With a coder at my side and a vendetta in my veins. Let the slow burn begin. Tomas De Nero. He used to be Venice’s little tech puppet. Her lapdog. Her project. Her "I’m-dating-a-smart-guy-for-extra-credit" accessory.

I even heard she had an abortion. [I heard that, too. Apparently, she got pregnant by some older wolf off campus, and when his wife found out, she had to terminate it.] The rumors grew more outrageous by the second. Fabricated stories multiplied out of thin air. I knew Hunter and Freya had arranged all the paid trolls. They wanted nothing more than to ruin my name completely. What they didn’t know was that the wolf battalion was already on its way. They wouldn’t stay arrogant for much longer. When I remained silent, unease flickered across Hunter’s face.

I sucked in a breath and nodded. He was right. The outline was nothing compared to the shading as he colored in the design… which I still had yet to see. I flinched at the pain. The feeling was more annoying than actual pain. It was like a constant stinging or burning that never seemed to end as it dragged across my skin over and over again. It felt like talons were digging into sun burnt flesh, already scorched and in need of reprieve. Now and then, he wiped away the ink and blood but always returned with his head lowered in stoic form. His face was a wall of complete concentration, hand perfectly steady. Maybe that’s why he was such a great hunter. Firm. Stable.