Blackhunter Stories

My names is Rosalie Argent, daughter of Gerard Argent. A disgrace to my family for I am born different, with an ability to take a form of a black wolf. I am a black hunter, a rare species of hunters with an ability like mine. I'm 19 years old, and I lived in France with a relatives of mine since I was 7. They are a group of hunters that didn't mind to have a Black Hunter in their clan. With them I learned how to use bow and arrows, a sword, throw daggers and different kinds of fighting skills. I'm stronger than humans and I can run faster, jump higher and am more agile then any werewolf, and I heal faster then an Alpha. I always stick to the code : We hunt those who hunt us. No matter what. My name is Rosalie Argent, I'm a black hunter and I'm proud of that. THIS STORY IS ABANDONED. IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO ADOPT IT, MESSAGE ME.

I'm Rebecca Alexie Sarmiento, you can call me Becca. I'm a student, a rocker chic, an aspiring photographer and guess what, sooner or later I will be trained to be a SECRET AGENT (just because someone is following me and I don't know why)!