Apocalypse Hunter Novels & Stories

She told me about the operations in Elysium Refuge, the situation outside, and how many people were still struggling to survive. "You were in the military before?" she asked me one day. "I was in the military academy. But the apocalypse hit before I could graduate." "Do you have family?" "My parents went missing during the first wave of the outbreak. I had a girlfriend once." Iris quickly caught the "once" in my words. But she didn't ask more until two weeks later. That day, I was in the training room, testing my maximum strength, when Iris rushed in with a serious expression. "We've received a distress signal. The coordinates point to the ruins in the eastern district. A survivor group of a

Still confused about what he is saying because my dad has never discussed this with me before he died. “ I told your dad to discuss it with you but he always tells me it isn't time for you to know. Now he is gone you have to know your lineage. Like I said you are from the generation of hunters. Your lineage has always been the leaders of the Hunter's. Now your dad is dead, you are to take over from him. The mantle has been passed to you. Hunters are the ones who hunt werewolves.” I sobbed as tears trickled down my eyes. I couldn't hold it

' Jake's heart jumped in scare at this thought. Was this the part where hunter Logan pretends to have set him free only to hunt him down in the end? " Quick advice though..." Amidst his racing thoughts, Jake heard hunter Logan say. He couldn't help but move his gaze to look at the hunter. " Leave this city. We're hunting down all werewolves tonight..." The hunter said, leaving Jake staring with a widened gaze in disbelief. The latter's lips trembled and his teeth clattered in fear. It really was the apocalypse!

“Earis will destroy the world after the death of a dragon and a newborn! The hunters will bring Carnage unlike any we've ever seen before and your perfect Luna will lead us to our deaths!” A loud static ringing buzzed inside my head. HXP protocol from the hunters, checked. Dragon, checked. Soon to be newborn, checked! WE'RE DOOMED!

So why did her return suddenly make me feel as though something was being taken away from me? I finished bathing and changed into a simple dress before stepping out of my room. I had barely taken a few steps when I heard voices coming from Cairos’s study. I recognized his voice immediately. Then I heard that woman voice, I slowed down. I didn’t intend to listen, but something about the seriousness in her voice made me stop. “I went after the apocalypse,” She said quietly. “I tried to reach you, Cairos, but there was no way to communicate with anyone. Everything had collapsed, and I didn’t know where you were.”

Amanda demanded more information about the unknown event, staring at the warning still hanging inside her vision. “What exactly changed?” she asked, her voice tight. “Tell me what you detected beneath the ocean floor.” A.R.I.S. answered without delay. {Environmental movement detected beneath the ocean floor.} Amanda's stomach tightened. She stared at the words, then toward the distant coastline beyond the unfinished fortress, suddenly unable to breathe normally. “What is moving?” Amanda asked. {Unable to identify the source.} Her fingers tightened around her phone. “How deep is it?” {Insufficient information.} Amanda's heart began pounding harder as uncertainty settled deeper inside her.

A strong, slender, ruthless Luna like Chloe was what the pack demanded—not a fat servant who only wasted space and supplies. The violent creak of the door flying open made me step back on pure instinct. Hunter appeared in the doorway wearing nothing but his black combat trousers. His muscular, tanned torso was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and his blue eyes, which had once looked at me with the warmth of childhood, were now clouded with superiority and disgust. Behind him, Chloe emerged with a feline stride, wearing one of Hunter’s silk shirts that barely covered her slender thighs, looking at me with a sadistic smile of pure triumph.

We pretty much regret not killing him since the day we took him in. That is why Reaper and Savage have been hounding Hunter to find him. Hunter is one of the top Confradia hackers. And even though he’s the same age I was when I went off to war, he’s still quite naive about how the Confradia works. He’s a nice kid and a good agent, but he will never be an assassin. His girlfriend, Maleah, is Sage’s best friend and the reason Sage and I met.

Handwriting from twelve years ago — the strokes heavier than they were now, the flourishes drawn wide and loose, like someone who wasn't afraid of wasting paper. I turned to page twelve. A layout diagram of the bunker. Seven bunks, one incubation unit, the storeroom at the end of the hallway, the concrete-sealed door nearly two feet thick. In the bottom right corner of the diagram, a note in my own handwriting: "The apocalypse has to feel real. Push the heat up, make the water filthy — let the audience practically smell it. Rotate the insiders every season, keep one genuinely unwitting participant — protects the ratings." After "genuinely unwitting," there was a note in parentheses. Just one

They both raised an eyebrow at me, and my Paps clucked his tongue irritably. “You do know that Callie helped to save this poor girl, don’t you, Susan?” Archer said, looking down at her. “Let’s just get on with what’s important.” “Exactly,” Torre interjected, rubbing her manicured hands together. “I’m hungry for vampire flesh. Let’s find the bastards.” Had I not kept a careful hold on my emotions when I was with the other hunters, I would have been unable to keep in my laughter. Torre was an icon, a hero to me, and ever so direct.