Erin Hunter Survivors Books Novels & Stories

She nods and ducks back in only to come out seconds later. "What is it?" She asks as she swipes a piece of hair behind her ear. "This is from Hunter." I reveal the book and look down at it. "His grandmother was a tigress, like you. This is everything she learned and he wants you to have it." I hold the large, leather bound book in between us. She takes it into her hands and flips open to a random page.

To be honest with myself, I didn't just find her really attractive, my feelings for her was deeper than that. Astonishing as it might be, about six months ago, I wouldn't have believed that I would spare the daughter of Anthony Hunter for more than one second. For several years, I had mused and dreamt of how I'd destroy and wreck havoc on every werewolf soul for killing every one I'd ever loved and for ruining my childhood and hopefully not, my life. Then about a year ago, I'd found out about Hillary, one of the surviving daughters of Anthony Hunter, who had been under the supervision of Anthony's Luna—Gladys.

She turned on her heel and stormed down the hallway. I exchanged a look with Niccolò. We knew about the types of experimentation and torture that occurred by the hunter’s hands. Survivors took time to open up, but then they were very candid about what they endured. It was really fucking brutal and caused many survivors to take their own lives because their trauma was too heavy. “Spread out and search for anything that can be of connection to the hunters,” I told everyone. They immediately jumped into action. Violet was an outsider for all intents and purposes, but it didn’t matter to them. I could see that they were affected by the news of her sister being handed off to the hunters.

As he stood behind the shelf across the library, he could see that “wolf boy,” seemed to be interested in a human female. He couldn’t help thinking to himself in disgust: Yeah, we may have to move the attack up if Alpha Treyvon's son is interested in a human. It would be a tragedy if we waited and they went as far as to reproduce. Eww..Just the idea turns my stomach. Most of the hunters didn’t mind killing adults, but they were not keen on killing children. If they didn’t want to kill children, they certainly wouldn’t want to kill a pregnant human or an infant. Yeah, it would be better to do it sooner rather than later.

Hunter enters the room and sees June sitting on the bed surrounded by books. She looked up at him and sat up. "It's a good thing you're back. I have some questions." He began unbuttoning his coat and looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Go ahead. Ask away." "I want to know about werewolves. You stopped me from picking out that book in the library, and I want to know why." Hunter froze and tilted his head back a bit, looking down his nose at the floor. He slid off his coat and hung it up, its royal blue almost distracting June from keeping eye contact.

she asked. Karen had so many questions, and I didn't know how to answer her. I wished I had the answers, especially now, but I didn't, and it kind of made me feel bad. I knew I had to explain things to her a bit. "The Hunter family are supernatural hunters. They are human beings with special abilities to locate and identify people like me. They also can match our skills and kill us. They are the most dreaded bloodline of all the supernatural hunters. It was all fair initially. The Hunters made sure everyone followed the rules, and no one cheated anyone. We saw them more like judges, juries and executioners. Whenever there were issues, the Hunters would solve them. They could tell when we wer

Due to so much pain inside me, I felt like I cannot breathe and I was hyperventilating, I felt like the world was spinning around me and I slowly felt the darkness around me no matter how much I tried to clear my head I could not and before I could fall I felt a strong arm wrapping me and holding me close to his body saying sweet nothings to me. And I knew...knew I was in safe haven, my safe haven Ronin who will love me and protect me from every evil in this world. Ronin...Ronin was the last thing I said and I gave up and surrendered to the darkness.

I’d found that if I referred to it as a mishap, and nothing more, then I could deal with it. As a team, we’d managed to avoid any civilian deaths in almost a decade. Though Tim’s death was ultimately my fault, as the newest member of the team Sierra was the one suffering through the hard stares and judgemental frowns. Whilst they would never admit it, there was a clear sense of disconnect between most of the hunters and the modern world. They were traditionalists, through and through, and Sierra – unlike the rest of us – had not either been born into the trade, as I had, or found out about the supernatural though tragedy, like Torre.

Complete silence. "How..." She stopped, tried again. "...how did he survive?" Monica said. Her voice was shaking so badly, she could barely get the words out. Nobody had an answer. I felt something inside me snap—not explosively, quietly, coldly. My bloodlust rolled through the room, the lights overhead flickered as everyone instinctively stepped back. I didn't even realize I'd released it. "He is an Alpha. Son of a pack leader," My voice barely sounded like my own. "And yet here he is. Laid up in a hospital, in our pack, with wounds consistent with torture." My body trembled from uncontrollable rage.

After this, after he returned, nobody was able to get an answer out of him and the book was missing, including the only guard that was there to genuinely protect him, rather than being a greedy asshole. He was traumatized by something, frequently slurring his speech and spouting riddles like a madman. This was enough confirmation for a lot of people that what the book showed was truth, so a bunch of people went to look for it. Then one day it landed in the hands of a young boy by the name of Seth Alpheus Hunt. I say young boy but he was technically an adult... I guess this is the best time to tell you how I got involved then. My Grandmother was apart of their crew, Seth and Nixon's. Her name