Moonhunter Stories

Death is the end for most humans. However, those who come back return as Qaars, hideous beings who seek out blood and revenge. Warriors of the sun and hunters of the moon have taken Qaars on for thousands of years, but with one minor difference. Bellators send these Qaars peacefully on their way while Moonhunters aim to kill. These two powerful races were constantly at war with each other until the Moonhunters were wiped out. Except one. Luna Evanessa considers herself the last of her kin and thus her duty to swear vengeance upon the Bellators. She is of a noble bloodline, carrying on her grandfather's legacy, and well-versed in the Moonhunter arts. But no path is for only one to travel on. When she encounters enemies she can't take out single-handedly, how will she fare? [ Cover by ~1812~ ]

Finally, it was over. We were panting for our air back as we sat. Darkness of the twilight surmounted around us. After a lingering silence, Silcy piped up. "So...who are we gonna call this time?" "Tsk, sometimes I wish Ghost Busters were real..." I heard Deran grumble lowly. I rolled my eyes, "Oh, quit complaining. We got THIS far. No way can we turn back. C'mon, we can do it...please guys?" I plead. To my astonishment, they both agreed. But, that victory was short lived. Out of nowhere, a deafening screech came. Deran, Silcy, and I had whipped out our weapons. Then, were back to the same sprint pace.