Death Seeker Novels & Stories

They’ll want to check the wreckage to confirm I’m not inside. Keeping low to the ground, I hurried away from the crash as the hunters pulled up, hooting and hollering like the demented Americans they are. Now I don’t mean to say all Americans are demented. But the American hunters are an uncouth sort that takes a weird joy in killing, things being on fire, and vehicles getting into accidents. Whatever the case, their joyful hoots and hollers that I might be dead and arguments about who gets to take credit gave me time to get away. I hurried to the nearest neighborhood to search for a car to take.

He stopped before the door, sighing as he turned to face the one and only Rasmus. "From what I recall. You were hell-bent on finding her and now you don't want to tag along?" Rasmus interrogated with narrowed eyes. "It's because I know it's useless to look for her. My trackers told me they saw her near the North Pack borders but Draken is looking near our border. What do you think it is? She's fooling us and everyone else. We are just going in circles. We need a strong plan to catch her. One mistake from her side is all I'm looking for to catch her," Hunter said in a deep tone.

INTRODUCTION My name is Kacela. I am twenty-one years old, and I am a werewolf hunter. And I have a secret. I am a werewolf. I was raised in a family of werewolf hunters. My father, mother and older brother are all werewolf hunters, and I made my first kill when I was twelve years old. I am trained in weaponry and hand to hand combat as well as other skills that I use in the field, like tracking. I’m also exceptionally good at finding werewolves who don’t want to be found using a variety of techniques, but mostly common sense and computer skills. It’s a family business and it keeps us well employed and financially stable. We move around a lot because of it.

shit to know better. Hakeem, Gael, Arya, and several members of the elite force—Nathan, Tomas, Alexander, and Jacob—touched down not long ago. They’re combing through everything, looking for the smallest shred of a lead. Devin, Meredith, JoJo, and Fati left to check on Chris. She still hasn’t woken up from the vision, and I’m losing my mind with worry for her and the grandpup she’s carrying. My phone hasn’t left my side—if Dr. Hazel calls, I need to answer immediately.

Before the room could sink into silence once more, he added “I will start. My task during this time, while Orseus shadowed the old foxes, was to scout for information.” “I came across a mob who calls themselves ‘seekers of truth’. They specialize in finding out things that are hidden or truths that are altered; Local opinion about them is that they are exceptionally good, but their boss is mysterious and temperamental. No one had ever seen his face. But there is no denying his methods and results.” “Do you want them to investigate?” Baldwin hooked his eyebrows disapprovingly. “No” Thomas shook his head without hesitation. “But I want one of you to check the place.”

But they never came back. When I went looking for them, I found nothing. No bodies. No scent trail. Only the lingering stench of death and the cruel reality that they were gone forever. I searched for years, trying to uncover who was behind it. But the answers remained out of reach. Still, I know one thing for sure. It was a hunter. A ruthless killer who preys on supernatural creatures like sport. He moves in the shadows, striking whenever he gets the chance. I have seen the aftermath of his work, bodies drained of blood, throat slit, and ashes scattered like dust. And I swear on my blood, on my soul, on everything I am… I will find that bastard. And when I do, his death will be slow. Agoniz

"Max. He is one of them. He burned Mark and the others. They were shocked. Max was surprised as well. He didn't expect all the drama to happen at that time. He was exposed. He didn't expect someone else to come at that moment. By the time the other hunters came in, Max had jumped outside the window and ran. The hunters were angry. They felt betrayed by their leader. They organized a search party armed to the core. They didn't know much about hunting the infernos, but some of the real hunters joined them and led the party. Max and a group of infernos were hidden in his warehouse. It was the only place they could say was safe. For days, they were hunted, and eventually, they were traced. Who s

"I built a rudimentary scanner. Using the Bazaar's own Wi-Fi." "And?" "We aren't safe," Alex showed him the screen. "The Harvester didn't just blow up the house. He released... Searchers." "What are Searchers?" "Biological drones," Kian looked at the tunnel entrance. "Flying eyes. They are sweeping the city grid by grid. They will be here in less than an hour." Jackson looked around the crowded, filthy market. Innocent people. Criminals. Families hiding in the dark. "If the Searchers find us here," Jackson said grimly. "They will kill everyone in this station."

To what hidden territory have their tracks vanished? My mind drifts into a completely lost, unguided loop. I retrieve my horn vessel of spring water, forcing a draft down my throat to stabilize my physical center. Once my processing parameters calm down, I scan through my secure contacts to isolate the identifier of Charles's close associate—the high-ranking pack asset who originally introduced my clinical office to the Whitaker line. This particular contact functioned as the direct family head of a previous trauma patient I had successfully restored. I launch the call, and his terminal authorizes the link within a few pulses. "Healer Parker, does your office require my assistance? Is your t

It was then that we stumbled upon a long-forgotten chapter—one that we had buried in the depths of our memories, hoping it would never resurface. The secret involved a dark night, years ago, when our paths had intersected with a mysterious figure known only as "The Whisperer." This enigmatic individual held knowledge that could shatter the very foundation of our existence, and their intentions remained unknown. Driven by a relentless pursuit of the truth, Nathaniel and I embarked on a journey to uncover the identity of The Whisperer and the secrets they held. It led us down a treacherous path, navigating through a labyrinth of lies, betrayal, and hidden agendas.