Cipher Hunter Novels & Stories

The battle would come later, when the other hunters were stood by my side. After I’d hidden the remaining weapons in the secret compartment in the boot, I zipped up my jacket, hoping that nobody would notice the strange, bulging shapes hidden beneath it. I grabbed my keys and my phone, and dialled Cyrus’s number as I shut the boot behind me, slamming it closed with the heel of my hand. He answered, but did not speak. “Hello?” I said, over the slight crackling of the line. “Cyrus, are you there?”

But we’d been too injured to stay any longer so I’d mind linked Derrick and told him to send Arianna, our best healer, to me. “The question is why did a hunter attack you?” And that was another question I’d been circling for the last week. We had a truce and they didn’t seem like rogue hunters…but maybe they were. “I’m not sure. Hunters only have permission to hunt pack wolves if they break the covenant. Maybe they confused me for a different wolf?” Derrick’s blue eyes filled with worry as he leaned forward and said, “Or maybe there is a contract out on you?” And that was another question I had. If there was a contract out for my life, who had put the target on my head?

he whispered to himself, excitement flashing in his eyes. His fingers flew across the keyboard again, faster this time. He bypassed barriers, tunneled through systems designed to protect, and set traps within traps. "Let’s see how long you last in the dark," he muttered as new code poured across the screen. This wasn’t defense...it was a hunt. And in his world, there was no such thing as an untraceable signal. There was only time. *****

Izzie just stared at it, her thumbs running across the embroidery of the crest in astonishment. Francis had handed her an Elite issue hoodie. Did that mean she was now....? Opening it up a little further she saw it. Long, shiny and devilishly sharp. The Elite blade. The dagger she had dreams about for all these years. She picked it up with shaking hands it felt heavy and deadly in her hands. The handle was engraved with the Guild Elite Crest and the blade adorned with protection runes.

Only the soft whirring of cooling fans echoed through the underground chamber. When the process finished, a single encrypted file appeared on the screen. Its name consisted of only three characters. HX-1 Stefan looked toward William. "Ever heard of it?" William slowly shook his head. "No." Camelia attempted to open the file. ACCESS DENIED "The encryption is unlike anything in our current system." "Can you break it?" "I can." "How long?" She took a slow breath. "If we're lucky..." "...a few hours." "And if we're not?"

“He’ll sniff it out if it’s too clean.” “I know. I left a flaw in the encryption. One he’s arrogant enough to think he found himself.” My mouth curved faintly. “Smart.” Hale just looked at me for a long moment, his eyes searching mine like he was calculating something beyond logistics. “You sure about this?” he asked. I stepped closer, arms loosening slightly as I glanced down at the map. “I’m done running,” I said. “Let’s make him feel hunted for once.” **

and dove to the ground. A hunter entered the area with a lethal crossbow in his hands and a hood covering his face. The weapon was engraved with Damon's emblem, a jagged claw. With a snarl, Aiden sprang forward, his wolf emerging. Aiden was quicker than the hunter, pushing the weapon aside and slamming the assailant to the ground as he fired another bolt.

And beside him was a smaller man with twitchy fingers, carrying a tablet and a hard drive case like a priest clutches his Bible. “Names are irrelevant,” the smaller one muttered as they entered the war room. “What matters is truth. Lies. Patterns. Pressure points.” The Hunter didn’t speak. He just stepped into the center of the room and laid out an array of tools. Voice scramblers. Micro-recorders. Heat sensors. Even a blood-reactive ultraviolet scanner. “He's not here to ask questions,” Luca told me. “He’s here to peel away masks.” The smaller one who introduced himself only as “Cipher” began by requesting everyone's fingerprints, communication logs, and a full security blueprint of the est

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

I exhaled slowly, then after a moment, I crouched carefully and picked up the dagger using a piece of cloth from one of the fallen guards nearby. The moment Hunter saw the symbol again, his jaw tightened sharply. Another flash seemed to hit him instantly and he sucked in a harsh breath. “What?” I asked immediately. Hunter stared at the dagger. “There was snow,” he whispered. I frowned. “What?” “The battle…” he muttered. “No… not battle…” His face twisted with frustration. “Execution.” A chill ran through me. Hunter swallowed hard. “There were prisoners kneeling in the snow…” His breathing grew uneven again. “And that symbol was everywhere.”