Erin Hunter Survivors Novels & Stories

He unlocked the gun case and gestured inside. “Pick. Ladies first, gentlemen.” A shiver ran down my spine as his husky voice washed over me. I grabbed a rifle, not even caring which one it was in my hurry to get away from the tantalizing scent the man wore. I deposited my bag inside of the gun safe and walked out of the hall. I was determined to put as much distance between me and them as I could. We normally hunted in groups, but my father had taught me well enough that I could take down a deer by myself. Getting it back to town, on the other hand, would require the men. Fuck.

“Does he know you’re the son of a hunter? The son of a man who slaughtered his kind without blinking an eye?” Before I could think, I was in front of her, my hand pressed over her mouth. “Don’t,” I warned, my voice a low growl. Her wide eyes stared up at me, her breath hot against my palm. Slowly, she pried my hand away, her chest rising and falling as she stepped back. “Remember what happened the last time?” She asked and I gritted my teeth, trying to block the damn memory away. “If Orin finds out,” she whispered, her voice shaky now, “he’s dead. You’re dead. You know that, don’t you?”

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.

[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.

Gabriel asked, “Jeremy, can you tell us what you saw when the hunters appeared.” Jeremy took a deep breath and began telling his story, “We were on the way to see you when the hunters appeared. As soon as my dad saw them he told me to hide. I was hiding at the base of a large tree when a hunter found me. When he picked me up he racked silver claws that he was wearing down my side. My dad heard me cry out and was coming to save me.” Jeremy had to pause for a second and Emily could see tears forming in his eyes. “He was coming to save me when another hunter plunged a knife in his side. My dad killed both of them, and then laid on top of me and told me to be quiet. I did what he told me to do b

"Thank for your help and I'll be sure to relay the nrwa to the pack at least that solves the theorem about the whole hunter thing, Indess the hunters had joined hands with the humans but what I want to find out is why the humans agreed to this collaboration there must be something in for the humans however I'll check with the pack and gather as Kuch information as we can about this man" "Thanks I'll find some other means to contact you but how about my child what has become of her?" "She isn't a beast like we had all tthights she survived it" "Thank goodness, I can finally breathe and live my free life but what happened and where is she?"

“Hunters have six gene sequences that trigger aggression towards enhanced humans. In adolescence and young adulthood, they manifest as bullies. The way Sebastian was towards Adam and Esme. He would have needed another hunter to mentor him to perfect his skills. They usually hunt in pairs or groups for their protection. Sometimes, a hunter will go rogue. Without proper training, they can not control their urge to kill anyone.” “Serial killers.” “Correct again.” “How far are you from manufacturing this vaccine?” “The vaccine is ready but has not been tested on humans.” “Why don’t you test them on the serial killers currently in jail?” The room quieted as they processed my brilliant idea. “They

Evangeline clasped a hand over her mouth, her eyes going wide. “His seer told him we’d survive the attempt, but I think he would’ve done it regardless just to make sure his daughter was safe.” “Imagine that, Ana…having a parent willing to go to such lengths to get you back.” “I know. Believe me, I know.” Eva’s pale brows furrowed. “How do we know it’s human hunters doing this, anyway? The same thing happened some thirty odd years ago.”

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.

Waving her hand over her shoulder, all the other women began to march out of the hut, leaving Elaine and Pappi behind. “What do you remember?” Hina grumbled. I paused and stiffened as the last conversation came flooding back to my memory. I glared over at Pappi. “This idiot thinks my daughter is still alive and you think that she is the Triple Goddess” I grumbled waving my hands between Pappi and Hina. “Watch your tongue” Hina growled stepping closer to me. I huffed and looked down at my lap. I’m surrounded by nitwits. They were hunters. Trained, strategic, vicious hunters. How could a thirteen-month-old child survive, survive them.