Apocalypse Hunter Novels & Stories

she snapped “There weren’t any other lies, I assure you. I will never lie to you again.” “Then explain to me why you live here. There's a zombie apocalypse and you live in a mansion and encounter no troubles? And whose all these people you have to do everything for you??” She sat up now, looking at him with pain in her eyes. “Do you promise your feelings for me won’t change when I tell you the truth?” June looked at him with a blank expression.. Hunter took a deep breath before continuing. “I live here because it’s my home in your world.”

But now that he had, it terrified him, recalling how much they had lost because of these monsters … the true monsters. His eyes searched their surroundings and found no one else. The hunter came by himself, he observed, while the other hunters had yet to arrive. He could still pull this off with the help of Fetyr. “And who do you think you are?” spat Fetyr, glaring at the hunter. “I am Akim, a Crusade Hunter from Shavath. You demons have trespassed in our lands, which would mean your deaths are at hand. My team is already on their way … but there’s no need for them to come here.”

A loud animalistic growl escapes from his throat, my life seems to flash before my eyes as he cast his red burning gaze at me. Kael was right, Talon Aspen is the Klux, the killer and obviously not Alvarez's son and right now, the fierce predator seems to have found his prey and it is none other than me, Lilac Hirav-Aapen. I might die tonight. ~

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”

“You’ve done it. You have finally done it!” I shifted on to find the eyesore there. Locking onto the man I had dragged here, who was now propped against a rusted column. He was observed at the embrace, the sight, at the blood, at the look in Kristine’s eyes. He laughed. Motherfucker was laughing like it was the funniest thing he had ever seen. "Oh, what a beautiful sight," Edric wheezed, wiping blood from his chin. "The top 4th assassin of the underworld, The Hunter, has finally decided to drop the mask of innocence?”

No longer cloaked in the beauty of his delusion his beastly appearance was visible to the world. “And you are one ugly son of a bitch.” Lucifer reeled and Gabriel took his chance. He lunged forward but Lucifer let out a roar so powerful it blew him tumbling back toward the tree line. The Reapers leaped to their feet swords at the ready. “This world and everything in it is going to burn,” Lucifer seethed. “For I am the apocalypse!”

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

“All these years and I thought you were ready to be announced to the counsel. They were interested in you Evangeline but now, I don’t know if you are ready.” I sighed. We’d been playing this game for the entire week. I knew what he wanted. I’d given in, which was worse than hesitating. I ground my teeth together and pulled myself up to my feet. I swayed for a moment as vertigo hit and fresh pain tore through my body. I was pretty sure he’d broken several ribs and maybe even ruptured my spleen. My eyes flicked toward the table where the healing elixir sat. It would fix my body…a hunter’s secret weapon. How else would hunters have survived all these millennia? We needed magic to heal our bodie

...Ace POV... Ever since I told Hunter about Sienna's real identity, he had become cold and distant. No one seemed to know what the reason was either, which was weird. It was as if he had become an entirely different person. Not that Hunter was super outgoing from the beginning, but he grew a lot worse. Instead of checking up on businesses, he started to send messages. These messages were like his calling cards. Everyone was afraid of the Reaper and terrified even to breathe wrong. Hunter had begun to kill mercilessly. There was no rhyme or reason for who he killed. It was almost like a sport for him.

The vampire turns around, pulling a smoking pistol from under his cloak, aiming it at the hunter, who is examining his wound. A few quiet pops. Bullets fly out of a shiny case, decorated with hieroglyphs. The shells fall, slightly smoking purple. Oval pieces of metal dig into the shoulders, chest, the last bullet enters the knee. The hunter falls, flesh tearing from the explosions inside the body. There is rage in his eyes. Green smoke envelops the hunter, wounds heal poorly, charge components interfere with magical regeneration. The vampire takes off, reloading his pistol on the move, immediately disappearing behind the nearest columns. The hunter stands up, pulling a short spear with a wid