Cipher Hunter Novels & Stories

kay, so he gets points for having more skill than I would give a hunter credit. I always figured hunters used whatever bits of magic they picked up to hunt us down and find new inventive ways to kill us. Though I suppose being able to disguise themselves as well as Khalid’s Clark Kent glasses would help them better infiltrate and make stealth kills if their target could recognize them.

she asked. Karen had so many questions, and I didn't know how to answer her. I wished I had the answers, especially now, but I didn't, and it kind of made me feel bad. I knew I had to explain things to her a bit. "The Hunter family are supernatural hunters. They are human beings with special abilities to locate and identify people like me. They also can match our skills and kill us. They are the most dreaded bloodline of all the supernatural hunters. It was all fair initially. The Hunters made sure everyone followed the rules, and no one cheated anyone. We saw them more like judges, juries and executioners. Whenever there were issues, the Hunters would solve them. They could tell when we wer

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

His voice was guttural, he looked at me and spoke the words that sent chills through me, “Bride.” “Fuck that.” I yelled at him before I turned and ran. My team can come after him, I knew how possessive vampires were with their brides and I was a hunter for crying out loud. No way would he catch me. He followed, but I was faster. There was an advantage to being a Valkyrie, I sped up and sidestepped around people as I worked my way through the crowd heading for the exit hoping he didn’t have any other guards hidden in the busy establishment. The order could send another squad after this guy.

“He wants you dead, Reina and he’s the boss. I’m helping you and that goes against the code but I’m willing to bend the rules if it means that he won’t have that much heartbreak once he realizes, you’re alive. It will kill him in the end but Reina you have got to stay hidden and as I was saying before the cell phone on the table is yours and my numbers are on there. Once you land, wherever you do phone me, ok?” I nodded but then blurted out “I’m the Black Hunter.” “What…what?” “Don’t worry I’ll explain later. How do I get out of here?” “You can’t. There are cameras everywhere.” “Get me a laptop. I’ll be able to hack my way out of here.” He nodded and left and came back within moments, “this

“Boss, one of our cars just exploded. Shall I proceed with the mission?” “Yes! Let's eliminate all threats and put an end to this.” “Yes, boss.” Going to his room, he gets his sniper rifle. On the rifle handle is a picture of his daughter. It serves as a reminder that a bullet killed her. “The Russians are meeting today,” says Santiago. “They will be doing an exchange. The exchange will be Lucifer’s drugs.” Santiago has all the intel and has lucifer’s top informant. Santiago operates from underground. He uses tor to overwrite his IP address so no one can trace him. Santiago is a loyal soldier of Lucifer and a loyal friend to Joshua and Tiffany. Santiago is a black hat hacker who can log in t

" As he turned his gaze to the lying body, Higgins spoke out against her overreaction. "What's the deal with your stare?" He inquired, seemingly piqued by the tenacity in her imagined grin. "So you're the hunter that Rachel kept telling about. Paul Higgins, the renowned and experienced warrior hunter who became stranded on this continent and incorporated magic into his..." She was led to confess everything she knew about him, at least the scratched surface information that she had been exposed to. "Shut up, little girl." Higgins blurted in a clear-cut manner. As he strutted to the door, he walked over the inquisitor's laying arm, listening for an incoming sound.

“Nevertheless, I’m not part of these team—can’t you see what I’m wearing. Look at my headband. Bounty Hunters Forever!” “Oh my. Today sure is the Bounty collector’s lucky day. Like using one bird to kill two stones.” Another male voiced wearing a dark cloak, glowing bronze in one eye with the letter ‘C’ emblem below the glowing right eye while putting his hand on the young lady’s blond braided hair as she pursed her lips for she was average in height seemingly the shortest.

He is standing with his back turned against me, his eyes trained on the other person. I focus on him instead. He looks stunned, his eyes widened, and his lips parted. “That is impossible,” he mutters, shaking his head. “That veil hasn’t been breached in years. Who could have…” “Only one breed,” he drawls. “Hunters.” “Shit!” I didn’t think they were going to figure it out so fast. My breath hitches in my throat when he angles his head a fraction, when everything suddenly stops, as if he can sense me.

Without the noise of his devotion, I could see the exact angle of the Stalker’s rifle through the cedar logs. BOOM. The door didn't just break; it disintegrated. A high-frequency charge turned the wood into a rain of splinters. Through the smoke, the first silver-masked Hunter stepped over the threshold, his infrared lens glowing. I didn't scream. I lunged. I used the leaden weight of my stone arm as a club. I slammed the quartz wrist into the Hunter’s throat before his optics could track my 0.3-second lag. Crack. The sound of his windpipe collapsing was a dry, satisfying thud.