Erin Hunter Survivors Books Novels & Stories

Hunter declared “I insist, please,” she begged him. She got her phone and called Melanie. She asked to meet her as soon as possible. Being a good friend, Melanie drove to Ludo and found her with Hunter. “Is that….?” Melanie paused. “Yes, that’s Hunter. I don’t have time to explain things now but did you hear about what happened in Chisoti village?” “Yes, don’t tell me he did…” Ludo interrupted her, “No. Apparently, he’s the hero and there are some people looking for him and the last surviving child of the dead chief. He needs a place to crash.”

And in that moment, the first Hunter was born. In the aftermath of the tearing, Allen Erickson didn't return to the football field. The golden boy of Asheville had been hollowed out, replaced by a vessel of cold, focused insanity. He spent his days in the charred husks of libraries and the hidden basements of occult bookstores, the ancient mage inside him guiding his hands toward manuscripts that would have driven a normal man to madness. He was studying, not for a degree, but for a genocide.

" Understood eight twelve, reinforcement is already on the way." A child's birthday, oh god. Proles, these genetically engineered animals were monsters and Maddox had already seen with his own eyes what these beasts could do. He didn't want to imagine what she would be waiting for at her destination. But he would find out, because he was Venator, a state-approved hunter whose job it was to get the prole plague under control.

“In the last moment before I fell unconscious in the shelter, what I saw wasn’t Dan running away. It was you, standing guard outside the isolation room with a gun in your hand.” I froze. “So,” Ruth said softly, “from the very beginning, it wasn’t you who saved me. It was me… who chose you.” Maybe I was a man full of lies, but she willingly believed every lie I fed her. In this shattered, post-apocalyptic world, we were each other’s only accomplices. Outside the window, the sunlight was perfect. I turned and kissed her. “Honey, time to get to work.” “Yes, sir.”

he continues before letting me go and meeting my gaze. I tilt my head. "The nightcrawlers. It turns out they're not what I thought they are. Remember when you met Syria?" I nodded. "You healed her and brought her back, and she was a nightcrawler," he says. I went silent for a few seconds before I realized something and my eyes snap at him. Yes, I remember now. Syria was a nightcrawler, and when I touched her... "That means all the others are..." I looked at Hunter who nods before saying, "Dragon shifters. They were cursed, but you can lift it. You can save them, just like you saved Syria," he tells me as I step back and gasp.

I said. In my past life, I'd witnessed too many occasions of humans turning out to be more savage than zombies when they wanted to eat. They would do everything they could to get a mouthful of food. After the zombie outbreak, morals and laws meant nothing. Survivors would do anything to stay alive. The bad memories made me tremble uncontrollably, but a warm hand on my cheek pulled me back to my senses. Mom said gently, "Things must've been hard for you, sweetheart."

“People like Hunter… they want to save everyone. But sometimes, sweetheart, you can’t save someone who doesn’t want saving.” Her words struck deep. I wanted to argue, to tell her that I did want to be saved, that I didn’t want this life of running and hiding. But what good would it do? She wasn’t wrong. At this point, I wasn’t sure if there was any saving left for me. Maybe all I could do was keep running, keep surviving long enough to make sure Rowan didn’t destroy anyone else. But Hunter… He had been kind to me, far kinder than he should’ve been given the circumstances. He didn’t deserve to be caught up in my mess. Claire was right—he had a big heart, and people like him always got hurt wh

HUNTER I was buried in paperwork, my desk cluttered with files and my phone buzzing intermittently with emails. I was on the verge of signing a very important deal and didn't trust anyone to handle it better than I would. It kept me so focused until a message notification broke my concentration. I picked up my phone, glancing at the screen, and froze. 'Please help me, I'm in danger, someone wants to kill me. He kidnapped me, took me to an abandoned school in the outskirts of town and I just managed to send this message to you. I don't want to die. Please save me, Hunter.'

The evolved infected were relentless. They hunted us through the ruins of Fort Hamilton, through the forests, through the towns we had once called safe. They moved with terrifying intelligence, coordinating their attacks, learning from their mistakes. I had lost more people. Too many. The survivors were terrified. They looked to me for hope, for answers, for salvation. But I was running out of ideas. Until I had one. A desperate one. Crazy. Suicidal. But it was the only chance we had.

‘The hunters’ was all it said on the front, the same book Kyan and Zekan had spent days looking for. I quickly dashed out of the library and headed straight to see Talon. I pushed his heavy doors open to see him sitting in his large chair looking thoughtfully as Zekan and Kyan both sat at the centre table. They all looked straight at me as I bounded into the room. “I found this!” I rushed out as I held out the book to Talon. He looked at it as his eyes widened. “The book about the hunters!” He breathed out as he took it from me. Both Kyan and Zekan stood up from their seats in surprise.