Erin Hunter Survivors Books Novels & Stories

"This is actually a reverse harem novel. There are two romance routes in this story—one where Evelyn finds herself with Rafael, and another where she ends up with Xavier. You're the shared female antagonist in both routes," the system explained. I was at a complete loss for words. "Bet you didn't see that coming, didn't you?" I took a deep breath, then another. "System," I said. "Yes, I'm here." "Can I request to blow up this godforsaken world right now?" I gritted out.

His nephew won't stop so he just agreed. "I'll look around. There might be some other survivors somewhere," Connor said. I followed him when he went out. We searched everywhere and just as Connor has said, we have rescued more survivors. All are wounded and at critical stages. We carried them all into the middle of the village and Hunter healed all of them using his wand. We rescued about fifty people. Men and women. Young and old. "Thank you so much," an old man said. "It's our duty," Hunter told him and patted his shoulder.

Jay interrogated Hunter started straight ahead only flinching slightly “I wasn’t told who we were here to eliminate. I was only a couple of days from getting me and Serene out. I hate what they make the girls do.” Hunter spat the words out with disgust. I will do anything to help you shut down the whole operation.” Hunter has all the information you will need to put a rescue plan together.” Mia added Jay glanced at Benny who just shrugged. “Dora?” Jay asked “We can trust him, he just got caught up in a bad situation”

What excuse did the people have for being here? Shaking my head, I put my arms on my knees and noticed the scratch on the back of my hand. I got it today when we were hunting the Candir. Canis proles, or the descendant of dogs, who appeared to be a mixture of a golden retriever and a polar bear. When I tried to avoid the huge paws, my hand hit the bike stand. It had hurt a lot, but it was better than being caught by those snow-white beasts. Especially since his companion was lurking right behind it. I knew the Venator's job was dangerous, but would I really get injured every time I hunted? Even if it was just such small scratches?

“Did Micah ever tell you about the first time we met?” Connor looks down at the file’s cover and shakes his head. “No, it never came up.” Before I change my mind, I clear my throat and recount my story. “I met Micah six years ago after he rescued me from a serial killer. Edward Hansen III was a Wall Street mogul turned serial killer who kept children trapped in a barn before he handed them over to a group of other sadistic fucks who’d rape and murder them.” Connor rears back as if he was slapped and sputters. “Are you serious?”

Edna couldn't believe what she had just heard. Her mother, a hunter, had saved werewolves? It went against everything she had been taught growing up. The code of hunters was clear - to hunt those who hunted them, to eliminate the threat to their kind. Saving the very creatures, they were supposed to be fighting against was unthinkable. "My mother saved werewolves?" Edna asked incredulously. "I can't believe it. But she was a hunter and I know that hunters follow a code, and that code is to hunt those who hunt us. But saving those who hunt us, isn't it going against the code?"

She ran her fingers along the spines, feeling calmer already. She settled herself into his desk chair, tucking her feet underneath herself. She figured grabbing a book might help her sleep or at least distract herself. It was then that she noticed a familiar leather book poking out from the center drawer. Silently, she slid the drawer open. It was the book her grandmother had given her weeks ago. A page was tabbed. Curious, she flipped to the page and her eyes widened in horror at the entry. Ava Brochade m. Smith, 1963-still living. Residence previously unknown. Whiteridge, house in Estates neighborhood. Over 100 known kills. (most of which were known to be unauthorized.)

Well shit. I was not expecting all that. The Hunter just verbally spilled his guts and essentially bared his soul in one sitting. And of all the reasons he could be on the run, I hadn’t considered that he killed someone that high up in his guild, least of all his mother.

The other hunters, in fear, fired blindly, killing some of their own team. Alice’s eyes widened at the chaos. Ruth wanted them dead. “Alice! Get out of here! Run! Don’t look back!” Ruth shouted. “Dad… no! I won’t leave you!” Alice yelled. “I said go! I have to finish this!” Calvin said fiercely, his eyes meeting hers. Here’s your passage polished while keeping your original raw intensity, words, and flow intact: --- The other hunters panicked and, in fear, accidentally killed their own teammates. Ruth wanted them dead.

But she was now smiling proudly, while his dad looked disbelief and annoyed. He peeled his eyes away from his parents and then he saw the amount of people who had failed the pruning process. And all those who had failed were dead, lying on the floor, lifeless. It was not a pretty scene but what gave Hunter hope and strength was the fact that he had survived also when he looked to see the people who had survived, he saw Lin. His face lit up and he could not help but smile. He was so happy that she had survived. Her eyes were bloodshot and she looked like someone who was just pulled back to life, but he was grateful to know that she was alive.