Yor Hunter From The Future Novels & Stories

But how many innocent lives would be lost if we went to war with the hunters? Shaking my head, I reach up and rub the puckered scar where the wound had been. The bullet must have been dipped in wolfsbane as it was taking too long to heal. 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.

Arrows sang through the smoke like whispers meant to kill. Jet made a break for it but before he could escape something faster struch him. Thwack!—an arrow nailed him to a wooden beam. He screamed once before another arrow found his throat. The room vanished into smoke. White tendrils coiled around broken pillars. Shadows flickered fast, quiet, merciless. Three figures stepped into the storm like ghosts walking through fire. The first tall, coat snapping at his heels, steel in his eyes didn’t slow. Calvin Hunt. The man whose name made wolves flinch. Custom shotgun in hand, still smoking.

Cat, move to Antarctica, build an igloo and have 50 penguins as pets Hunter clears his throat, drawing my attention to him and then points to his Jacket on which I had; oh so gracefully drooled on. I'm saved from any embarrassing comment that was about to come out of Hunter's mouth, when my phone vibrates indicating that I have a message. I unlock my phone and my jaw drops at the picture staring me back in the face. No way!

He laughed. “It shoots blessed wooden stakes. It will work just fine.” “You’re a hunter?” he hissed, backing away. “What gave me away?” I smirked, not moving the gun. “What do you want? And what happened to you?” “Your guards put up a hell of a fight.” I smiled, “My employer wants back what you stole.” “I stole nothing, who is your employer?” he asked, annoyed. “The order has sent me on behalf of Alpha Rawlins, you have taken something important from his pack, and he wants it back.” I explained.

Why had they stopped? A figure walked from the center of the hunters, a red cloak blowing behind it. Something glinted in the moonlight as it approached. Whoever it was, was small and petite. A gust of wind ripped the hood from its head and pale hair spilled out. "The Huntress," Rashida hissed, the venom in her voice causing the pack to wince. "No mercy, whatever it takes. We will wipe them from this place. Now!" She howled a blood-curdling shriek. The pack joined, their voices intertwining to create one eerie low that echoed through the night.

They’d joined the Seafall hunters when their search for a Knucker, a shape shifting water spirit, had brought them to our coastal town. They’d been disappointed to discover that none of us had seen the Knucker they were looking for; until Archer, a tall, willowy woman with skin so white that she looked pearlescent, had pointed out that, as Knuckers were shape shifters, any one of us could have encountered it and let it pass us by.

The Hunter Organization. A mysterious entity that Mr. Aikens, Mane’s teacher back at the Wielder Academy, had refused to speak on. Although they had built and nurtured Wielder Academies all over the planet of Zandor, very little was known about those who were the true backbone of this institution. All that the commonfolk knew was that it was comprised of individuals called hunters who farmed and killed dangerous creatures and sold them to wealthy merchants for processing. There were rumours that they were also in charge of protecting the world, but when Zandor had been invaded, they disappeared. This made people realize that it was this was a baseless rumour.

Rosa was in her room with her dog Neptune and her drone robo Curiosity . Yes she named her dog Neptune. She was very fascinated by the space and was hopeful that one day the humans will find other extraterrestrials who are intelligent and maybe they can make peace with us. Her teen mind had vivid imaginations about that day. There will be hope, peace and joy. She is 18 years old. She has dark brown hair reaching till her mid back and ocean blue eyes with rosy ivory skin. She loves to collect vintage artefacts and she loves to read stories about the universe, multiverse and everything beyond.

I whispered as fidgeted with my fingers "Well don't look so glum I'm here to give you a second chance if your willing to take it, it's your choice" "What do you mean" "I mean you have a choice if you wanna become a hunter, here we are at the hunter institute where we recruit and train people to become hunters to defend threats to the supernatural and human community " I just stared at him as he continued "There are also hunters that are part of an elite group called assassin hunters, they are few but they are the strongest and most powerful of all the hunters , chris here is part of that group", he glanced at chris then back to me "he's a vampire with special abilities one of them being he c

The Hunter and I stand in a void, the chord's last note fading. "Did we win?" he asks. Before I can answer, the note *twists*. A fissure opens, vomiting forth a figure-Eden, whole and unharmed, his scars gone, his eyes clear. "Mom?" he whispers. The static in me goes silent. The Hunter aims his reborn gun. "Don't. It's not him." But Eden smiles, and it's *his* smile-the one from before the crown, before the hunger. The hunger never ends.