Death Seeker Novels & Stories

"Time is limited." We took the dossiers. Studied names. Faces. Histories. Seventeen people. Seventeen deaths required. Seventeen steps into darkness. "We do it," Damien said. Not asking. Deciding. "For Hope. We do whatever necessary." I wanted to argue. Wanted to say we could find another way. But reality crushed idealism. There was no other way. Never had been. "We do it," I agreed. Vera smiled. Proud. Satisfied. "Good. You leave tomorrow. First target is in Seattle. Arms dealer. Supplied Richard with weapons. Wants revenge for unpaid debts. Kill him. Make it clean. Make it clear—Ashfords do not forgive debts."

We learnt so much that putting them into words won't be able to delineate the lessons we learnt. We were the warriors who were ready to face our death without any fear now. I was ready and waiting for the chance to finish this all, for once and for all, no matter how many desires I would have to seal; money, selfishness, comfort and even love. These were soon going to bring the light back, wiping out the darkness that had crept into our lives. I was ready with my Sealed Desires. *** Hello Lovely People! Don't forget to Rate my book with 5 stars, share your voice in the comment section and share my book. Also read my other book, 'Wounded and Bounded.' Till then, take care. Love, Eeman Faisal

warned Lucian, his words heightening the suspense surrounding the hidden threat. As the seekers navigated the cosmic trials, they encountered a mysterious figure known as Astrid, a guardian of ancient secrets. Quoted conversations among the seekers revealed a mix of curiosity and wariness, as they sought to unravel the enigma surrounding Astrid and her connection to the cosmic forces guiding their destiny.

I move so fast to reach the endless darkhole. It was endless due to no one have ever discover there's really the end of it, but I'm sure there's a bottom. How can there's not when I located the location of the awakening? “I might be the first one to realize the height of this darkhole!” Just as I finish it, my expression change suddenly into one of a dread.

"They aren't looking for a fight, Pim. Look at their eyes. They’re looking for a payday. They’re survivors, not soldiers. If we show them a little gold, they’ll lead us to the Devil himself, provided he’s still breathing." "The Secondary User isn't a demon. He’s a former tech-officer from mother’s firm, and if the rumors are true, he’s spent the last decade perfecting the art of vanishing," Pim muttered, checking the signal strength on her handheld interface. The blue line was erratic, pulsing in rhythmic, dying breaths. "If he’s really hiding here, it means he’s desperate. People in his position only go to Klong Toey to die or to disappear. He hasn't died yet." "Then we’re here to provide t

Kayden asked, looking at me for the first time with something other than betrayal. "Maybe. There was one person years ago. A hacker I met in an underground forum. We collaborated on jobs. But that was six, seven years ago. They died, or I thought they did." "Name?" Russio demanded. "They went by 'Sienna.' I never knew their real name." "What happened?" "They took a high-risk job. A government target, then disappeared. I assumed they'd been caught or killed." Dr. Chen typed rapidly. "I'll search for that handle."

The grin on the Seeker’s face grew wider until his lips parted, showing his sharp teeth. Hudde whistled. “That is the ugliest smile I have ever seen. You look like a swampshark.” Eude narrowed his eyes. “I wondered why you looked so familiar. You look exactly like the swampshark that ate my dog when I was ten years old. I still wear the belt I made from his hide.” “What the Darkness is a Seeker?” Rhobart asked. “A Seeker is a person that willingly gives his heart and soul to Beliar. In return, the Dark God makes him almost immortal. He is not only almost impossible to kill but also extremely powerful,” Milton explained.

"Are you sure about that, leader Matilda? The hunter is tricky. She always changes her appearance, therefore, it's a bit hard to find her. I also heard from her victims that she use something to hide her real scent." Kasper looks at his mom and she just nods. Kasper's mother gave him a look to just follow her command. "My son is not the leader of the alpha pack for nothing. He just needs to observe the hunter and find out who's her informant because I guess that there is a spy here in our village... Don't let your guard down, my son. And if you found an opportunity, kill the hunter!" "Yes, mother," Kasper said and bow to her. "I will accompany the alpha leader." Every one of them look at Fli

Ara couldn’t keep his mind off the warning about death the journal had issued because if his parents died in the timeline of their present before he got to The Drifter then there was nothing he could do to reverse their death. Ara’s phone beeped and he picked it up to read the incoming email. The first thing he saw when he opened the mail was a mug shot of a young handsome looking man probably in his mid or late twenties. The email contained the profile of The Drifter and it further stipulated that it had been over 12yrs since anyone got a positive ID on him after it was believed that he had gone underground some years ago. His current identity was still a mystery to Interpol, MOSSAD, CIA an

“But she probably knows where their home base is, and friends her ex was close with. That’d give IT and scouts something to run with.” “Are they still considered your ex if they are dead?” I chuckled. Cody laughed. “I think the murder part constitutes a breakup, personally.” I walked over to one of the bookshelves that surrounded my office. Hunters had been the one topic it had been glaringly difficult to find information on. For the most part, we only had names of key hunters and tactics they used. They were incredibly skillful at running under the radar. Hell, Trevor didn’t even realize a Marsan had been under his nose for weeks.