Death Seeker Novels & Stories

He turned to leave, but hesitated at the door. “He is dangerous, Kessler. More than you can imagine. Don’t underestimate what he would do if he discovered this investigation.” “My profession, dear Conrad, is to underestimate no one,” I replied, my voice smooth as silk. “And to survive to tell the story.” He left, taking with him the scent of his expensive aftershave and the bitter taste of fear. Alone, I stood and walked to the glass wall. Outside, the city pulsed under the rain. Somewhere in that darkness, Tristan Delyon kept a secret that could bring him down. And I was the ghost hunter who would unearth it.

"The body was gone." Nobody spoke. Nobody breathed. Even the rain outside seemed quieter. "The body was gone," Adrian repeated. "Victor was gone too." Quinn stared. "What about Mark?" Adrian swallowed. "Mark was still there." The room froze, because that changed everything. For years Adrian had believed Mark died. But according to his own memory, Mark survived. Victor survived. The body disappeared. And somebody removed every trace of what happened. Then Damian suddenly spoke. "What if that's why the killer is targeting everyone now?"

We are closing in. How many? 4 Rogues but I sense another presence His next words making my eyes to widen. I sense a hunter your Majesty Fuc*! Surround them. I am coming! I mindlink Jason and tell him to report. We were leaving. There is a hunter and there are chances he can be the one finding the prophesied one. These hunters are searching for rejected mates. And right now. There is only one in out pack. Sh**! The thought making me stop suddenly and I send Jason another mindlink.

Damon asked. "Yes, we are still waiting for the three destined to be hunters," said Cael. "So we're still looking for two potential hunters." "What benefits will I get if I join? Free boarding?" Damon asked. "And what you guys are doing is a life-or-death mission," says Damon. "It does," said Kyra. "We see what the ordinary eye cannot see. We see what is behind it, the truth." Everyone turned at the door when it opened. Luke went in. "Sorry, I'm late, guys. Caught in traffic." Luke said. "Anyway, how are you, Damon? What can you say about killing supernatural beings twice on different missions?"

Aurelian has left him alone for now. Darius didn’t want me out here. He knows I’m hurting without Sage; there has been no sign of her. But the pack needs me. And he knows me well enough now that he can’t get me to change my mind once it’s made. Pearl is helping lead the search. For being only eighteen years old, she’s an incredible tracker. She is working alongside Lucas, who is also an accomplished tracker, and Carlo. Each of them is leading a team of warriors on the search for The Underground hideout.

The chase is half the fucking fun. After another hour of sulking on the train, at the next stop, when the doors open, I slip through them and start walking in the direction of Wicked Desires. I guess I could start with Stacks. I know he'll probably want something in return for information about my little bird, but it'll be fucking worth it. Luckily, when I walk into the club, I don't see Rae or Lexi around anywhere, but I see Stacks in a booth in the back, keeping his eye on the front door. He's not happy to see me but I still give him a "fuck you" smirk as I venture toward the booth where he's sitting. "What the fuck are you doing back in my club?" I slide in across from him, earning myself

Remember David is a good hacker, the brain of a real hacker. So immediately bury your hopes, Jeslyn. Because your parents will never find you until Adam himself brought you to them. TBC. TBC.

And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo

The world was being stripped of its messiness, its dirt, and its life, leaving behind something perfect, cold, and dead. "Elara, look!" Silas pointed ahead. A squad of "Seekers"—the glass angels from the multiverse—were descending from the violet eye. They weren't looking for civilians. They were headed straight for us. Their spears of data were already glowing, locking onto the Grey Flame in my chest. "They're faster than us!" Marcus cried. "I’ll buy us time," Silas said, starting to let go of my hand. "No! Silas, you’re too weak!"

I was still met with silence. “Jericho, trust me… I know how this sounds. I really do. A Hunter and a Vampire, I know… But I'm all in, I'm invested in this now. I need to save him. If I can find out who ordered the hit, I could try and convince them to withdraw it. If I can’t, then the contract will be reassigned and it will be war. I will kill anyone who tries to come for him.” I said.