Death Seeker Novels & Stories

I wiped my tears as it is starting to come out, I am not this weak. I don’t know why this thing got me emotional, is it because of remembering my mother and Quinn’s death? Or is it because I hated myself for trying to understand what Alarick and Convel are saying? “You might say that you do not kill, but does your leader agree with the both of you?” I asked. I saw Alarick once having the power to command the guards on the cell, maybe he is the head of the dungeon and he is entrusted to squeeze pieces of information from me.

“What rumor?” “That Luca Draven is on the move.” I froze where I lay. The name sounded familiar, Kaiden had mentioned it once, but he hadn’t said much. “Apparently,” Darius continued, “he’s been killing off anyone he crosses. They say he’s looking for someone specific.” Kael didn’t respond. The silence was thick enough to feel. Then Darius said it. “They say he’s looking for you.” The crackle of the dying fire filled the pause that followed. I could hear Kael’s breathing…. slow, deep, controlled, like he was fighting something inside him.

The storm that had threatened to break seemed to have calmed, but the feeling of danger still lingered in the air. Bright was gathered with some of our people, speaking in hushed tones. I wanted to know what was going on. I needed information. I approached cautiously, feeling like I might not be welcome, but unwilling to stay on the sidelines. "Some of the hunters escaped, but we found IDs on their bodies," Jarek reported. "They worked for a private organization. One that specializes in tracking and eliminating supernatural beings. But I don’t understand how they know so much about us. It’s like they already knew."

If anyone discovered them… I'd be dead before sunrise. That possibility stopped frightening me months ago. ... Recruitment happened quietly, I wasn't looking for killers, but I was looking for believers. People who had already lost faith in the system. A former intelligence analyst whose daughter disappeared eight years ago. A forensic accountant dismissed after exposing financial fraud. A retired detective forced into early retirement for refusing to alter evidence. A cybersecurity expert whose sister's rape case had mysteriously vanished from court records. None of them knew each other, None of them knew everything. Each believed they were helping expose corruption.

she confessed. Decker understood it could be his old rivalry, but he didn’t understand why they wanted money. “I am sorry, my flower,” “I don’t want you to search for the sixth man. Please promise me; that you will not do any such thing that will bring danger to us. I don’t want anything; I want us to be safe,” she begged him. Decker agreed with a thin smile and rested his head against hers. But inside, the fire at the altar burned again; he summoned the demons to find the sixth man and started thinking about how he would give him death.

Sean explained, watching them in amusement, “Besides, they only hunt feral rogues.” Alastor cleared his throat, “So… are we good to go?” “We're good.” Sean began typing again, “Besides, I know this kid. A bit paranoid but he’s a good guy…” Still frowning, Harry came closer and watched Sean type into an open chat box to email this so-called monster mercenary. But... “Why the hell are you typing dots and dashes?” Harry demanded, brows furrowed, "What is that, some sort of coded message?"

While bleeding to death from different heavy injuries, the crescent moon scar of the Primordial burnt slightly beneath her skin and glowed dull dark red. The outside view of Sector 85 appeared as a huge vehicle garage, but inside it had an underground operational basement with special forces. They were called the ‘Hunters’. Their mission was to hunt down the werewolves and kill every last one of them. Their hatred for werewolves was way over the top. The five SUVs that entered the city a day before were an escort for the leader of the branch who was ordered to lead the mission after the news of the recent incident that occurred.

Something is definitely going to happen,' he thought. 'But I don't know anything about it,' he thought again. Zeke took out his computer and sat in the corner. That corner was the camera's blind spot, so no one could see what he had on his computer screen. He opened The Hunters. To his surprise, the post that offered a 10-million-dollar reward in exchange for the identity Lucifer had disappeared. Zeke frowned in confusion but quickly figured out what was wrong. The person must have realized how futile it was. He was not bothered. While he skimmed through the recent posts, one of the pinned missions caught his attention.

I managed to get a few answered, but not all. "Who is this Hunter you're speaking of?" Jace interrupts. Sienna pauses for a moment before I nod my head. I can tell she's worried about implicating him, but we both know that it wouldn't matter what she said, as it will be next to impossible to capture the infamous Reaper. "You probably know him as the Reaper or El Segador." Sienna confesses. Jace remains stoic. I can tell he's piecing together these details from what he already knows. Instead of commenting, he remains silent, allowing us to continue.

His men returned my gun to me the moment I walked out. ~~~~~~~ Lucas in his usual self was scolding a newbie when I walked into the club. The moment he saw me, he abandoned the young lad and raced toward me. “Bossman!” He caught up with me at the foot of the stairs. “I was worried when I heard you left without any security.” I can handle myself quite well. “I need you to find Dr. Aaron.” I slapped the napkin to his chest. “This is the hospital where he works. What I want you to find out is where he lives.”