Erin Hunter Survivors Books Novels & Stories

I swiftly changed the topic, Hunter has gotten too emotional and I'm not ready for that again. He almost does this each time he comes to my study room. The only place where I stay and try to rid myself of sadness. It's as if he knows what I use this place for, the books and library design is just an aesthetic. “You mean Kimberly?...” Hunter reminded me the name of that stubborn and ungrateful member from my enemy Pack, who I decided to spare her life. I still don't know why I did that when we have Michelle, but I guess we still need more healers than I probably thought.

[Hunter] Other than myself, my niece Olivia Grant is the last surviving member of my family. Everyone else is gone, my parents, my grandparents, my sister. I’ve been her sole caregiver for the last three years, ever since my sister Jane was murdered along with her DA husband and left on my doorstep as a warning.

The magic is limited but it was more than enough. The human woke up as soon as she sensed us. The Alphas gasped and watched her in awe. I ignored them and only set my eyes on Gunnar. I knew he realized by now that I already knew. “She is Henry Elsher’s daughter– the only hunter in her family that survived.” “You killed the rest of the Elshers?” Linus asked. Leander, on the other hand, was transfixed on the human on the bed. “And you let this one live, why?” Marius tilted his head questioningly.

He said, cleaning his dagger. "Then why did you?" He met my eyes. "Because you're not ready to die yet, Camryn. You've got questions that need answering." Behind us, Claire was sobbing. James had made it out. David was gone. Peter was gone. Two dead out of five. "Is it always like this?" I asked. "No," Amon replied. "Sometimes it's worse." And I understood now what it meant to be a Hunter. This wasn't a game. It was brutal survival.

5,” Mj swallowed hard and the smile fell from her face as Dante pointed to more books, “Armonia in 1915, mass extinction in Rowanda 1994, Greece 1914, Qing Dynasty 1755; we lost a few Originals then” Dante whispered, and Mj started to turn a pale shade as he continued down the line. With every title he rattled off Mj could feel the wolf inside her mourn the loss of his family, her head started to swim as he continued to point at over half the first shelf, “Bangladesh, Assyrian, Serbia, the Zaire Massacres, the Queensland Aboriginal slaughter.” Mj began to shake as she stared at the amount of books filled with death, and mustering as much bravery as she could Mj reached out with an unsteady h

He gave the deepest scar on her soul. Maybe it was because she was a kind person. But she wasn't kind to begin with. He never trusted her to begin with. Hunter wasn't at fault. He was hunting her down just like his name. It was dumb of her to give into his trap. All her life she knew there were no good people except for a few. Those good people were only good because some bad people were there to protect them like how badly Hunter protects his family, that was why his mother and sisters were kind people.

Sitting up and looking around, I was sat in a large room, similar to Daryl’s office only more chaotic with piles of paper work every where, but what intrigued me the most was the whole wall full of bookshelves that were rammed with books of all kind. Christian enjoyed reading as much as I did. But what were they talking about when Christian said I deserved to know ‘What are hunters Reaper?’ The hunters come for us, they want to rid the world of our kind, any kind that are not human. Now the news of our existence is spreading, they will come for us in huge numbers That’s what Christian meant when saying I deserved to know, he had taken the memory card, but I am guessing that humans will be ab

Then, on my first day at Aegis Security, just as I was sitting in the spacious office, a man in a black trench coat pushed the door open and walked in. He looked ordinary, but I recognized him at a glance. He was the friend who worked in the government's "special unit," the one I had sent all the evidence to. He placed a folder on my desk. "Congratulations, Sinead. You passed the final test." I froze. "What test?" I asked. He smiled. "We already noticed 'Goddess Hunter' from the first day it appeared. We decided to define it as a social pressure test. We wanted to see how an ordinary person would react in the modern world when faced with extreme injustice and systemic failure.

I did a little twirl in the middle of the room and started combing the bookshelves to see what treasures I could find. I was just too excited to have found this place. I came across a smaller leather-bound book that had a weird symbol on the front and when I opened it, I realized that it was a history of the Hunter's. I decided to keep that book just in case I needed it. I was totally in my own world when I felt someone’s arms go around me and breath in my ear. "I see you found my favorite place in the house." My body shivered at the contact. I thought that I was going to melt into a puddle right then and there.

I ran my fingers over the glossy image before turning my attention to the writing on the back of the first page. ‘You and your mate will be able to heal each other with your bond. Your blood will heal them and their blood will heal you. There is nothing stronger than the blood of a mate.’ ‘Do you remember the day that we were attacked by a bear in the woods? He almost killed me. Maverick gave me his blood and that was how I survived the attack. I felt myself die and I felt myself come back to life.’