Romans & histoires Apocalypse Hunter

"Relax. Once you join my team, as long as you follow instructions and do your job well, you will never have to face cold, hunger, or death again. That much I can guarantee." New hires always needed some reassurance. Cyrus was not lying. Unless something completely unforeseen happened, following him meant a life of safety and comfort. "Thank you, Cyrus," Keira and Barbara said. Cyrus glanced at the rearview mirror before continuing. "Barbara, I still have one question. I hope you can answer it." "Go ahead." "The apocalypse has lasted a long time. Why didn't you contact your two cousins earlier? Why only now? And with that much snow, how did you deal with the signal problem?"

I shook my head "It couldn't have been the vampires....we have never been in possession of wolfsbane before" "Yeah but..... What he was about to say was cut short when Hunter started coughing, using the wall to support himself. He waved at us when he caught us staring at him "Stop staring at me like that you guys, am alive and okay....I just need to rest". He suddenly titled his head and threw up black blood on the bar floor...WHAT THE HELL!!!. Axel's expression suddenly changed into one of deep worry and genuine concern "Hunter what's wrong?". Hunter's face turned pale "I don't Axel but I don't feel so good" and he collapsed.

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.”

"You always choose the tragic ending." He plunges a blade into the Hunter's core. --- **The Hollowing** The courtroom shatters. We crash back into the tower, the Hunter convulsing as black veins spread from the wound. The Apostle watches, fascinated. "The Seed's fighting the infection. Will it purge him... or itself?" Veyra drags me back. "We need to go. *Now.*" The Hunter's form destabilizes, roots erupting to spear the Apostle. ***Take her... to the Node's heart...***

If I was being honest with myself it wasn't looking good for us, we were going to tire sooner or later despite being in great shape, and it didn't seem like the onslaught was going to stop ever. Then I saw it. And I say it because I couldn't tell if it was male or female. A Watcher angel. I pulled down my goggles and saw the rest of the team do the same. We had no idea which Watcher we were dealing with and it was best to be prepared. In my ten years as a Hunter I had only ever encountered two Watchers, and it was from a distance; this one however was closing in on us rapidly. My head began to pound and my movement felt slower, a normal reaction to being in the presence of divinity, even tho

the third Hunter shrieked from the porch, leveling his rifle at the woodpile where Leo slept. Kael threw his mortal frame over the boy, his broad back becoming a ceiling of flesh and bone. He looked at me, eyes full of a haunting, rationalized grief, waiting for the round to find him. I didn't let it. I slammed my golden-veined palm onto the floorboards, funneling the last of the Shared Heat from Kael’s soul into a localized shockwave. The porch collapsed. The third Hunter vanished into the dark ravine below, his scream silenced by the roar of the Black River.

Aaron chuckled while aligning his broken bones with audible cracks, his contempt was evident in his blood-red eyes. “I did what a soulmate should do in that particular situation, Zuriel. And now, I didn’t even know that Eve was promoted to the rank of a criminal waiting for death penalty. For your information, Hunter Harold has left on his own, he is in the hunter’s pack with Eve. How could you be so dumb to think about imprisoning a hunter? They are worse than Satan, Zuriel. Because of nature’s extra favors, no supernatural creature can defeat them.

Silver energy burst through the forest destroying the restraints completely while power slammed through the trees like a shockwave. The hunters stumbled backward immediately. Too slow. I grabbed the nearest one first and drove my fist directly through his chest. Blood sprayed across the forest floor. The hunter stared down at the hole through his body almost calmly. Still smiling. Goddess these people were insane. “You’re already too late,” he whispered weakly. Then his body started turning to ash. No. Absolutely not. I grabbed him harder immediately. “Who are you?” Ash spread faster. “The storm king rises again…”

There was only the heat of the blood and the cold of the tunnel. But as the fourth hunter fell, the fifth one didn't charge. He retreated into a side-cleft, his hand moving to a device on his belt. "Julian! Stop him! He’s calling for a cave-in!" Julian leaped, but he was too late. The hunter slammed a detonator against the wall. The world exploded in a roar of dust and falling rock.