Cipher Hunter Novels & Stories

He must have chosen someone like Brooke Caldwell—someone with the right lineage, the right blood. I forced myself to open the terminal. I didn't need a mate; I needed money. I needed fifty million to hire the shadow-hacker known as Ciph3r—the only person capable of restoring the wiped security feeds from the night my father died in the VTN ROOM. Meanwhile, miles away on the mountain highway. “Mr. Walker, the situation with the squatter is contained. We have him on a one-week deadline.” The voice through the car’s speakers was cold, professional. Grant Walker stared out the window at the passing pines, his expression unreadable.

I take a step, focusing on getting to the pack house where my fate will be decided, when I feel someone cock a gun behind me. “Halt!” My heart flips. That voice. It isn’t the first I was expecting to hear. A thick lump gathers in my throat, and my hands raise above my head as he commanded. I close my eyes as his footsteps begin to echo behind me, making my pulse race erratically. He stands before me, and I raise my head and meet his smoky green eyes. Hunter. The son of Alpha Moon’s third Luna. The strong warrior and biker who handles the pack’s security affairs.

“Frustrating, isn’t it? I went through thirty-eight weapons before I found mine.” “His was a shovel,” Rion deadpans. Edward laughs. “It was not a shovel. It was a halberd. It only looked like a shovel because it was a prototype. You know this, Rion.” I laugh too, but it’s strained. The farther I go, the more ridiculous I feel. What if I’m the only one who doesn’t get a weapon? What if I’m a different type of hunter altogether? Worse—what if I’m not actually a hunter at all? What if someone made a mistake?

Hunter Black was a former Navy SEAL and his employees all had a military or Government background. Marcus had assured Damien that if anyone could keep Lila safe and investigate Victor Worthington then it was Hunter and his team. They’d be here in the morning. In the meantime, Damien knew he wouldn’t be getting much sleep. He stood up and paced across the room. The more people who knew about this, the more danger Lila would be in. And any danger was unacceptable to him. ***

“This will serve as an initial protection against Ignis. Take it, Hunter.” Hunter nodded, thanking Cierce for her concern. “Thank you, Cierce.” I stood by Hunter, feeling the gravity of the situation. “Be careful,” I said, looking into his eyes. Hunter smiled, touching my face. “I'll be back as soon as possible.” Our eyes met for a moment, exchanging unspoken words. A quick kiss on my forehead sealed the farewell before Hunter set off, accompanied by Garm toward the mountain range, ready to face Ignis and bring a cure for our children.

[Vanessa] Hunter moves through the crowd with the practiced skill of someone who has been in combat zones–he sees a target and he approaches it with speed and stealth. He is no longer seems to care that much about our mission, or about whether or not Cherry is waiting in the back in a maid’s uniform–he has one thing on his mind, and it isn’t espionage.

He took her hand, and in that quiet moment, they both made the same decision: They would find Hunter. --- That same night, far away in a hidden location, Hunter sat weakly on the cold floor of an underground cell. His body was bruised and battered, but the light in his eyes still burned. He knew the letter had reached them. He knew Eliana would understand the code. On the back wall of his cell, he’d left one last clue: three vertical lines carved side by side—a sign that he was still alive. A sign he hadn’t given up.

He couldn’t help but think of Kimberly’s necklace and the fragmented memories that kept haunting him. “Does that ring a bell?” Guiller asked. “I think I’ve heard it somewhere before,” Hunter said, his brows furrowing. “It’s a super-secret group. Not much info is out there,” Guiller replied. “Can you dig up whatever you can about them?” Hunter asked. “I’ll send you an image that might help. Use it for the investigation.” “Yeah, I’ll get on it. I’ll wait for the image,” Guiller said firmly. Then his tone shifted to something more serious. “But you need to stay sharp, Boss. Watch your back.”

he said softly. Adrien didn’t look up. “Encryption this complex isn’t meant to be cracked. It’s meant to bury itself if handled wrong.” “Meaning if you mess up, it self destructs?” “Exactly.” Adrien leaned closer, scanning the shifting lines of code. “Hale used a split key cipher. Half the algorithm is stored locally; the other half was buried remotely. If we find the host server, we can unlock everything.” Ryan studied the flickering monitor. “Where would he keep something like that?”

One flame. Then two... Then all nine. The temperature dropped instantly. Evelyn wrapped her jacket tighter. "What are they doing?" The stranger looked up. "They're counting." "Counting what?" He didn't answer. Instead, he stared at Adrian's brass key. The engraved numbers were changing again. 9... 18... 41... 1... And now... 2 Lucien's eyes widened. "The Second Cipher has already chosen its location." Adrian frowned. "You mean we're supposed to go there next?"