Bumblebee Beast Hunters Novels & Stories

They’ll want to check the wreckage to confirm I’m not inside. Keeping low to the ground, I hurried away from the crash as the hunters pulled up, hooting and hollering like the demented Americans they are. Now I don’t mean to say all Americans are demented. But the American hunters are an uncouth sort that takes a weird joy in killing, things being on fire, and vehicles getting into accidents. Whatever the case, their joyful hoots and hollers that I might be dead and arguments about who gets to take credit gave me time to get away. I hurried to the nearest neighborhood to search for a car to take.

In the movies I have watched, parties always look fun. Suddenly I can feel that we are being watched or rather I am being watched. And there they are, the Rosemont sisters standing before us. They each have their trays with them and unlike Ella, Phoebe and I they aren't wearing boots but rather matching red bottom heels. Everything about them is matching really. Well except for the color of their hair but the length of it is the same which is very long by the way. It's almost creepy how everyone about them is the same but I guess that's why everyone calls them the Rosemont weirdos.

I didn’t care, but I didn’t want the locals trigger-happy and putting down innocent animals. The moon hung high and full overhead. Two women ran along the trail with LED running lights around their upper arms and they both gasped when I passed them. I hid my speed as much as I dared. Let them think what they wanted. Like I could be an Olympian runner. I didn’t care. I needed to find that omega. Her honeysuckle and light cinnamon scent drifted on the wind like a thread among the pollution of the city. I quickened my steps and I didn’t care who saw me. The urge to find her squeezed my chest until I felt like I couldn’t take in enough air.

I said to Damien. “What was what?” He replied. I recognized that sound, it was a compound silencer. A tool The Academy gave us. It was specifically ingrained not to be able to be picked up by a Vampires super sensitive hearing. A lot of Hunters used them, I even had before.

Tilla was permitted to observe the grey earth’s vibrations within the scope of her flawed vision for a moment, before they were again interrupted by the arrival of unwanted guests. “Halt!” boomed the familiar voice of Adrian Fledge over the gorge, “If you do not surrender, we will have no other choice but to employ force.” The useless and bothersome announcement responded to by a thunderous clamor as the beast she had been tracking reemerged from the ground. The violent eruption, giving way to alarmed cries and the sound of arrows hastily departing from their bows as the Hunters fell back.

I stood up and stomped my foot, “Bring the hunters to me!” More men floated in. I asked, “Where are they all coming from?” Mom replied, “While we were fighting all the rogues, the remaining hunters called in reinforcements.” I shook my head, “Shit. Are all the rogues gone yet?” She nodded, “They are. So now we can just concentrate on the hunters.” I smiled, “Sweet!” When the hunters stopped floating in, there were close to fifty of them. King Parker shouted, “Warriors! Shift!” All of the warriors shifted into their beasts and King Parker commanded, “Shred them!” All of the beasts attacked the hunters and shredded them until an even bigger pile of flesh, bones and blood was left on the ground

Beenedict was piercing its back with its 2 sharpened blades after using sharpen and poison sting, sadly he got a couple of hits by the tail of the chameleon and had to get away to prevent any fatal injuries, on the bright side, it didn’t get poisoned by the attacks and managed to get away a bit wobbly. Bone vultures started to fly over the heads of everyone, giant insects like centipedes, ants, beetles, and even a big cockroach started to come out of the ground nearby too, some eyes started to shine from the branches of the blood trees, the carnage was starting to get out of control.

"I'm winning this bet, but I'll let you win the next one." Aster's crazy laughter was right on her heels. "We'll see about that, mate. Fifteen minutes... *** The bears' mission, besides decimating the enemy, was to rescue Tyboll. Hunter led them on their rampage. A sniper, high in the trees, fired shots in the opposite direction as Hunter and his men closed in. He sent Blavnick, one of his best fighters, to try to dislodge the shooter whose rifle pointed at Marcus and Amy's clan.

“She gave me quite a show in the forest. How’d you get a witch for a daughter? I’d say you were lying, but she is your spitting image.” “Just lucky, I guess.” Dad winked at me. “Em, Bommer is here to see Doc’s video feed. Another round of serum will be administered today at Supermax. The bear shifters have had some tangles with hunters in the Pocono Mountains.” “Are there shifters for every animal?” Dad and Boomer looked at one another and chuckled. “No, darlin’. Only top predators.” Boomer laughed. “Diesel started breakfast. You have time for a shower before it’s ready, “ Dad said. My eyes met Ghost’s, which had already started to darken.

Cuba isn't known for its large game animals, but there is one thing we can hunt and I allow Beast to take over completely. In order for the men to think clearly in beast form, we run for an hour. Once Labyrinth mutters "Ready" through his elongated jaws, the hunt is on. We're looking for a new kind of death, one that fights back. It's another hour before we come to a burned-out area I remember from earlier explorations. I walk closer to examine the center. The large crater-like area shows the trail we've been looking for. "More than two," I say.