You’re walking down the street, all alone, in the dead of night. Darkness swallows everything around you except for the one streetlight that illuminates a small patch of the sidewalk. You begin to get the feeling that something is following you, so you start moving faster. You don’t run but you quicken your pace, just to be safe. That’s when you hear a low growl...You’re walking down the street, all alone, in the dead of night. Darkness swallows everything around you except for the one streetlight that illuminates a small patch of the sidewalk. You begin to get the feeling that something is following you, so you start moving faster. You don’t run but you quicken your pace, just to be safe. That’s when you hear a low growl that makes all of the hair on the back of your neck stand straight up. You turn around, regretting the decision immediately, to see a bear standing before you about to swallow you whole. Ha. I’m just kidding, that would be ridiculous…it’s really a werewolf. My life hasn’t changed: I hunt down horrifying monsters, that haunt you in stories and your dreams, and kill them, then I look for the next monsters terrorizing people and kill them too. It is a dazzling lifestyle. But now there are ancient creatures no one even knew existed rising from the depths of who knows where. Whatever the monsters are gathering for is going to happen soon and it is not going to be pleasant.I might be able to stop the horror that is coming to us, but I might not. I guess the only way for you to find out is to read this. Beware, however, for my stories are not for the feint of heart.This book is a collection of short stories that were originally posted on my blog. You can visit there, cjpikebooks.wordpress.com, for more hunting.

In the dark, when you hear a rustling… wait a minute. Didn’t I say that last time? Let me try again. Beware the night, for it holds many evil things that exist only in nightmares. I’ve seen things that will make your heart stop, things that will turn you white—cliché, I know. That howl that you hear in the distance, isn’t a coyote or a wolf. Don’t fret, because I am the one who will save you.In the dark, when you hear a rustling… wait a minute. Didn’t I say that last time? Let me try again. Beware the night, for it holds many evil things that exist only in nightmares. I’ve seen things that will make your heart stop, things that will turn you white—cliché, I know. That howl that you hear in the distance, isn’t a coyote or a wolf. Don’t fret, because I am the one who will save you. I’m Wes Parker: Monster Hunter.My job, or calling, is to hunt the monsters that try to prey on you every night. Usually they stay in small packs or keep to themselves but things have changed. They’re gathering, preparing for something big. I don’t know what it is but I fear whatever it may be, even I won’t be able to stop it.I’m going to say right now that if you haven’t read Volume One yet, then you’ll be really lost. So turn back and Search for Wes Parker: Monster Hunter Volume One. I promise you won’t be disappointed. Well, maybe you will be. In that case to hell with you.This book is a collection of short stories that were originally posted on my blog. You can visit there, cjpikebooks.wordpress.com, for more hunting.

They hide in the dark, late at night. They wait eagerly to devour your flesh and savor every last bite. The world is a very dangerous place and you have no idea just how dangerous it really is. If my life hadn't changed when I was 11 then I might be just as naive as the rest of you. My name is Wes Parker and I have a very unique job. I hunt Monsters.In the dark, when you hear a rustling in the bushes outside your house, you wonder if it could possibly be a monster lurking outside your home. Guess what? It is. They do exist and they do want to eat you, savoring every last bite. Run if you wish. Hide if you can. You probably won’t escape. Unless I can get to them before they devour you. Day in and day out I search for, find and kill monsters of all shapes, sizes and breeds. Seems tough but not for me because I’m a paladin. Basically that means I’m strong and fast, and I have few other tricks up my sleeve. Plus I’m not a sniveling wimp. Read my stories if you dare. Seriously just read the book. Even a baby could handle it. You’re not wimpier than a baby, are you? This book is a collection of short stories that were originally posted on my blog. You can visit there for more hunting.