Death Seeker Novels & Stories

She set it up but didn't expect that Maverick would still want to settle back with you, so she played her triumph card, she had information and what she had was gold. The Seekers are looking for you because you are fucking special? Right, that special has something to do with this, in fact it frickin started it all. What you are feeling now is a dark part within you that you should never ever be aware of, because the moment you do, it will be activated and try to take over your body. It would have been easier for that to happen eight years ago with all the problems you faced at the pack. If it takes over, you would die.

His gloomy face cracks then to reveal a smile. "You won't find any records of my kids either... A year ago, they found our hiding place again. An abandoned rundown building in Aurora Colorado that we shared with other homeless humans. After they killed everyone, the seer and I were tied up and tortured while my wife and kids were made to watch. They wanted to know everything that I already knew about them and the people I've shared the information with within the past years. They slipped up and I managed to escape my bond and killed all four of them. The seer was old. He died three days after from the injuries after telling me all about you. We buried him in a shallow grave in the woods..."

Sleep was a country Sabatine Stalker had been deported from. It had revoked his visa years ago, on a dusty, blood-soaked road outside a city that didn’t exist on any public map. Since then, he’d only been granted brief, fraught tourist passes—shallow zones of grey static haunted by the faces of the dead.

The report continued: "Their bodies were recovered from the wreckage of a vehicle accident near the bridge. The Ministry extends its condolences. In unrelated news, the Sector 7 Bakery known as 'Leo's' has been condemned due to structural instability." Ren felt a cold chill settle in his stomach. It was smarter than a manhunt. If they were terrorists, people would talk about them. People would look for them. If they were dead, they were forgotten. The Admin had simply deleted them from the database. "We're ghosts," Ren whispered. He turned to leave, but stopped. Two men in grey trench coats were walking through the market. They weren't police. They weren't drones. They were Seekers. Private

he asks me, sitting on the seat next to mine, I looked him up and down, beside me sit a killer, a dark soul, a trafficker, one who deserves death, and I plan on delivering. "You know what brought me," I answer him, taking a sip from my drink, avoiding his eyes, he doesn't even deserve to be looked at. "Ahh, the small dispute last night, it was nothing really your men took it too far," he says making me grow, it's a thing I learned from my man, you see it's not just humans around here in this world, there's more out in the night.

"My colleague has news from the investigation. The girl who died 20 years ago was called Elaine Carpenter. She was playing hide-and-seek with the other children in the kindergarten when she was left forgotten inside a fridge. She ended up freezing to death." Hide-and-seek again? Could the children's kidnapping be connected to that accident years ago? I was suddenly reminded of the hugging bears’ story. "The hugging bear became evil in the movie after it was abandoned. Could the mastermind behind this be using the hugging bears for revenge?" Office Jenkins continued, "Elaine's parents created a huge commotion at the police station, claiming that their daughter was killed by those children pla

In the continent of Elysium, magic has dried up and monsters have descended. The only way to survive is to participate in a game called "Hide and Seek." Only the winning races receive rewards and a chance to live. The Werewolf Clan drew me—a twenty-two-year-old half-blood werewolf. I was painfully thin, having been locked in a dungeon for the past fifteen years. The live chat scrolling before my eyes was filled with despair: [What the hell? This is our clan’s representative?] [A girl a strong breeze could knock over? Is she even an adult?] [I bet she bursts into tears the second she sees a monster.] [It’s over. We’re so dead. I knew we’d lose this time. Are the werewolves really going to be

I asked, my voice low, my hands shoving into my pockets, my eyes searching his eyes. He exhaled, slow, his hand raking his hair, his gaze drifting to her, then back. “I’ve got a guy—an old tracker, who knows the deep trails. Might be a start.” I nodded, my jaw clenching, my mind racing—Natalie, alive, chained, a needle in a haystack we’d already torn apart. Alaric, Daiki, now this—drama piling on drama, and her, shaking, pleading, at the heart of it. I glanced back, her form small under the duvet, and swore silent—we’d find her mom, or die trying.

Third POV Elena Park kept the spreadsheet on a personal laptop that never connected to the Eastern District’s network. She had started it twenty-six months earlier, on a Sunday, after a third case had crossed her desk in eighteen months that had the same wrong shape a man with a documented history of intimate-partner violence, a man whom the system had failed to convict or contain, a man who had then simply, cleanly, completely disappeared. Not fled. Not surfaced elsewhere under another name. Disappeared, in the specific way that left a digital trail just convincing enough to close a missing-persons file and just convenient enough to make a careful person’s skin prickle.

In the bar room Elroy was seated, having a drink with Lukas, Mira, Karin, Jake and Hector; a pale chubby fellow, having thin black hair and the looks of a teenager. All together they make team five of the Seekers squad as told Elroy by Mira, a squad dedicated to fight demons. There are ten teams in total, having five members each, but three were lost to a rank two demon, as classed by the Commander of the Seekers Squad. “Alright Elroy, you have met every member of Team five,” said Mira. “A nice team indeed,” Elroy replied.