Cipher Hunter นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But that isn’t the truth. By the time I retreat to my bedroom, the sun has dipped low in the sky, casting long shadows across the estate. My sanctuary awaits—hidden behind a false wall, my room transformed into a high-tech command center. Here, I’m not Lorenzo’s daughter. I’m not anyone’s pawn. Here, I’m Cipher. Lines of code dance across the screens, encrypted networks connecting me to the underworld’s elite. My website—a black-market hub for the kind of people who need information and are willing to pay for it—pings with new requests.

I glanced at him, my eyes wide with curiosity and confusion, and he swiftly enlightened me. “As a symbol of my being a hunter, I offer each member of the family a weapon they are better accustomed to wielding. Even though you may not consider yourself a hunter ‘officially’, you undoubtedly are one to others. Because being a Cadwell will instantly label you as one.” He added as I continued to stare at the gun in front of me. Although I feel confident using this weapon, I still find it hard to accept that Grandpa will ever hand one to me. So I’m a hunter, huh? I am not an official member, but since I am also a Cadwell, I am still considered as one.

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.

"And yeah!. I know a bit about how tough it is to keep business alive, so don't worry so much about this third condition. I won't ever cancel a membership unless it is reasonable." "That's a relief!" Master Hugh picked up a shiny card and hovered over his watch, only to find the name of an unfamiliar hunting party and a contact number. The card had black gothic eyes loosely enclosed within the alphabet 'R'. The electronic embers were buried deep in the corner. "Eye of Rha" Master Hugh asked, "Is this a hunting party!" "Yes. I told you, I'm a glitch hunter. Didn't I? Anyway, whatever information or lead that you have, please send it to me via this contact. Today, I'm in a hurry, but I'll show

Julian, recalling Elias’s final message on the Paris Cipher ( VERITAS-LUCI ), realized the linguistic key wasn't fully used. “The star chart showed Rigel, part of Orion,” Julian said. “Elias was talking about The Hunter. My father’s personal notebook, recovered from the Legacy Drive, mentions a 'Hunter's Mark'—a final layer of encryption.” Julian and Lena spent three days mapping the complex mathematics of the "Hunter's Mark" to the cube’s quantum frequency. It was a cipher based on the statistical probability of a specific quantum decay rate—a layer of encryption designed to defeat any known supercomputer.

I said, picking up Lucian, who was cooing at the silver dust on the floor, "they don't realize that I’ve lived in 'nothing' my entire life, I am its architect." I looked at the lead Hunter’s helmet, inside, there was a small, golden transmitter, a direct link to the Zenith Council Chamber. I leaned down and spoke into the visor. "Send more," I said, my voice carrying the weight of the Abyssal Grave, "every hunter you send is just more silence for my son’s nursery, and when you run out of hunters, I’m coming for the architects." On the other side of the link, I heard a sharp, collective intake of breath, then, the signal went dead.

Burney had never made it past a smattering of fluff. "Where's your car?" he asked as soon as he was satisfied I wasn't a Taken. "Gone. We were attacked a few miles back. The others are dead." "Anyone taken?" I shook my head. "All dead." "Do you have any weapons on you?" "No." He ran his curious eyes over me again and nodded. He picked up his his hand held radio. "Hawkeye Bravo, this is Alpha One." "Alpha One, Hawkeye Bravo receiving. Go Ahead."

The way her lower lip quivered as her lashes fluttered in pain with tears hanging at the brim of her lower lashes finally slid down her cheek followed by another then another as she bit on her lip hard avoiding his gaze. Hunter knew then and there that she was hiding something. Hunter was known well for his instincts. He believes whatever his guts tell him and at that moment he was damn sure she was hiding something. Hunter could've been lenient but he couldn't because it wasn't just about anybody. It was about that f*cker Alonso who attacked Rasmus, abducted Catherine -tried to kill her baby, and would've gotten her marked by his f*cking goon if they hadn't reached on time.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

He didn't appear to be upset to be joining his mate at all. Of the more than 3,000 omegas that had started The Hunt, only 243 were still unclaimed. That night, 243 Hunters returned to the castle and planned the next phase of their attack. Because, at this point in the game, their animalistic nature could do nothing less than attack.