Edric X Hunter Novels & Stories

“So, based on the information I learned, you have been establishing this foundation for 25 years?” Rachel blinked. When she straightened her head, Edmund's attention had turned to Hunter, who nodded firmly. The man seemed to be trying to forget his sadness. “That's right, it's been 25 years.” “What made you interested in saving animals? Even though at that time, I believe you were still very young.” Hunter grimaced briefly. His gaze lowered, summoning the past. “My father used to love hunting.” "Is it true?" Sky interrupted with spaghetti still hanging from her mouth. “Uncle has never told me that? Is that why your first name is Hunter?”

I nodded to Xavier, he had every right to hate me, and if that made him feel better, then I would take it. I closed my eyes as he raised the knife and waited for him to plunge it deep into my chest. To be continued… (This book is a Duet, the Hunter and The Hunted. The Hunted i still being written, please see my website for more information. It is on my to be written list after I finish my final revisions of my main series and the spin off completion.)

“You’ve done it. You have finally done it!” I shifted on to find the eyesore there. Locking onto the man I had dragged here, who was now propped against a rusted column. He was observed at the embrace, the sight, at the blood, at the look in Kristine’s eyes. He laughed. Motherfucker was laughing like it was the funniest thing he had ever seen. "Oh, what a beautiful sight," Edric wheezed, wiping blood from his chin. "The top 4th assassin of the underworld, The Hunter, has finally decided to drop the mask of innocence?”

Still confused about what he is saying because my dad has never discussed this with me before he died. “ I told your dad to discuss it with you but he always tells me it isn't time for you to know. Now he is gone you have to know your lineage. Like I said you are from the generation of hunters. Your lineage has always been the leaders of the Hunter's. Now your dad is dead, you are to take over from him. The mantle has been passed to you. Hunters are the ones who hunt werewolves.” I sobbed as tears trickled down my eyes. I couldn't hold it

I breathed hard, dragging my body up as I crawled forward on all fours like a fucking dog. I didn't stop, didn't even look back, not even when the air around me stiffened. Not even when the animals went quiet and the trees froze as though they had held their breath. Because deep down, I already knew what this meant. Growing up, I heard stories, rumours by the other slaves about the Hunter's Territory. No one dared to cross last this line, not even Alpha's or Betas and especially, not Omegas like myself. This land belonged to someone or something more deadly and mysterious.

And I… I was doing everything I could to hold myself together long enough to help him. I stood in the living room, arms crossed over my chest, staring at the map spread across the table. Hunter hovered over it, eyes sharp, posture rigid, aura coiled and ready. He had been gone most of the day, coming back with a face as dark as a storm. Xavier entered the room, closing the door behind him. For a moment, neither one of them looked at me. That alone told me everything. Something was coming. Something big. Something deadly. I forced myself to break the silence.

So it's always good to let him speak less when it's not necessary. “Thirdly the killer has great knowledge about the human body that most doctors don't have and while torturing he always avoids the vital points that may cause his victims to bleed internally and die. And with the dead body, he gives a detailed autopsy report like a killing signature. So there's no doubt that the killer is a doctor or used to be a doctor or a genius medical student and the latter is the least possible.” “So then, What do we call him? Dr. Killer?” This time it was Mr. Gray who spoke.

I cut in, “who staked her? Beau and Torre found her, but they found her already dead. Right?” “Right,” Paps nodded. Dad’s eyes widened. “Another hunter? It has to be. She was staked. No civilian would have chosen that as their weapon – unless they knew.” Hope boiled inside me. Had it been Cyrus? He had known, after all, about the vampires. I squashed it down as hard as I could, but still the hope shone deep within my heart. There was a chance that he was on our side; slim though it may be, there was still a chance that he was good, that he could be the teammate that I'd imaged he was.