Crimson Hunters 40k Novels & Stories

“We all know the only way hunters would have made it through that veil is if access was granted to them. And…” “One of us,” I sigh, feeling a migraine coming on. Luca and Nyra are right. Someone who has the power to scale through that veil unscathed must have helped them. And it cannot have been a regular pack member. It’s someone much stronger. “And how are we even sure they are hunters?” Nyra says, her hand reaching for a shirt on the floor before she decides against it, the look of disgust in her eyes. “I mean, it could be anything, right?”

But how many innocent lives would be lost if we went to war with the hunters? Shaking my head, I reach up and rub the puckered scar where the wound had been. The bullet must have been dipped in wolfsbane as it was taking too long to heal. Even with silver, once it was out of the body, healing took very little time but it had already been a week and the scar bothered me as much as the strange girl standing in the clearing.

Chris grunted. Ignoring Chris's whining, "I know where our stolen shipments are." "What, how?" He put a long silver case on the table. Inside the case were various weapons intricately designed. "I take pride in introducing something revolutionary for the Crimson Clan, Gen-CW01. Genetically coded weapons developed by yours truly. These are prototypes but efficient nevertheless." We were in awe. "When did you have time to do this?" "Come on, it's me you're talking to. Nothing can get in my way when I set my mind on something."

He wore identical silver boots to the ones the adjudicator was wearing, and I could see smears of blood on his jacket. "Tyrants?" Tia asked. "Yeah, one of them almost got away though, good thing Jhan was there to take 'em out," He said, "they had an unauthorized clan hunt two weeks days ago, say one of their members even went missing,"—a knot tied in my stomach and I knew if I had something in my stomach I would have vomited it all out—"but we rounded the rest up." "Where is Jhan?" I asked, taking heat off the missing vampire topic.

"...someone older than us." The heavy doors opened once more. Three elite hunters entered. Unlike ordinary vampires, these warriors wore fitted black leather coats rather than ceremonial robes. Each carried twin curved blades across their backs. They knelt. "My Lady." Nysera descended from the platform until she stood before them. "You will travel immediately." "Yes, My Lady." "You will observe." "You will not interfere." "If Crimson Blood has truly awakened..." She paused. "...I want a name." "A face." "And proof."

“I love you so much.” I stayed with him, watching as the black uniforms finally seemed to catch up with the vicious bloodsuckers. They were the sort that had no regard for their own welfare, clearly powered by Holland, and they were nearly unstoppable as they launched themselves at Guardians and Hunters alike. Bullets weren’t doing much. Brandon needed a shield.

We moved in a deathly silence, escorted by four warriors from the first division, until we reached the heavy bronze door of the medical wing. The door was ajar. As we stepped inside, the chaos hit us immediately. The mystical crystal flasks were shattered on the floor, and in the center of the room, beside the altar holding the reserves, Hunter stood holding his bloodied sword. His armor was dented, and his yellow eyes burned with rabid madness. Beside him, Chloe laughed hysterically as she poured a vial of Dead Lands poison over the main conduit leading to the Heart of the Moon tower.

Vex Marron's eyes bored into theirs as he passed them, noting their terror. “Tonight, we face a battle we have trained for from the time of our birth. We face a battle with creatures that defy humanity in its basest form. We face a battle with the abominations that threaten our wives, our children, and our hope for a new beginning…” The moment he finished his speech, the men cheered and rose to their feet, all seventeen of them, including the High Commander, their voices booming as they chanted, WE ARE THE HUNTERS, WE ARE THE GUILD.

The Crimson Strike Guild was notorious for their ruthlessness and ability to infiltrate even the most secure places. “There is a target that I need alive and in my possession. She is part of the Nightshade pack. They have a multitude of supernatural species that reside there. My sources mention wolf-shifters, sphinxes, Celestials, sirens, witches, and even more. I want us to join forces to bring the pack to its knees. You’ll be rewarded handsomely. Name your price. You’ll also get pick of their pack members.”

The Architect's hammer was not a metaphor; it was an army, and it was marching on our territory under the cover of the stolen sun. From the high ridge where we stood, the view was both terrifying and strangely clarifying. The forest at the edge of our territory seethed. Figures poured from the tree line-not just wolves, but hulking, misshapen things that moved on two legs and four, creatures twisted by the Crimson Sun's corrupt magic. Among them, disciplined units of soldiers in dark armor moved with a chilling synchronicity, their banners bearing the jagged, bloody sun. And at the very front, a figure in robes of deepest crimson, his face hidden within a hood, directed the tide with slow, d