Erin Hunter Survivors Novels & Stories

Still confused about what he is saying because my dad has never discussed this with me before he died. “ I told your dad to discuss it with you but he always tells me it isn't time for you to know. Now he is gone you have to know your lineage. Like I said you are from the generation of hunters. Your lineage has always been the leaders of the Hunter's. Now your dad is dead, you are to take over from him. The mantle has been passed to you. Hunters are the ones who hunt werewolves.” I sobbed as tears trickled down my eyes. I couldn't hold it

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

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 commented. What if Hunter has been killed by Malia and Alpha Callum?

Skye said and tried touching me to convince me but I quickly reprimanded her. “No, don't touch me, stay away from me!” I shouted at her and then faced Hunter, who kept giving me more reasons to hate him with every single minute that passed. “Am I really some kind of joke to you guys? Wasn't your brother the one who told me that I'm the only remaining survivor of my Pack? Or did they somehow magically come back from the dead?” I chuckled but it was forced, I was starting to burn with anger. “They are not dead, Kimberly, it's just your leaders that we took out” Hunter made known to me and I was left completely dumbfounded. My jaw dropped open at some point and I couldn't even utter a single wo

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.

“But whatever you’ve found… I’m staying.” Evalina looked at him. His eyes held no pressure, no demand to be understood. He was just there—and sometimes, presence without pressure is the deepest kind of love. “His name is Elric,” she finally said. “We share 96.7% genetic similarity. And this document lists him as… Subject 03. My brother.” Hunter said nothing. “I used to think my childhood belonged to just two people—me and my mother. But it turns out… I’m part of something much bigger. Something inhuman.”

she hissed, her amber eyes glowing, burning “You have nothing here. You’re a murderer.” The floor seemed to drop beneath me. My stomach twisted violently. “No,” I choked, shaking my head. “I-I didn’t know. They never told me who-” Hessa’s laugh was bitter, sharp. “You didn’t care to know. You’re an assassin of Cross. Don’t pretend you’re blind. You were trained to kill us. You are a Hunter. And hunters are what werewolves hate the most.” Hunter. The name I’d heard whispered in stories, savior of humankind, they said. Killers of supernaturals…

The attack also left behind diseases that slowly killed those who survived. Tired of the pain and suffering, a young and talented hunter named Nilraenne Lahn Ithea led the small group of surviving young men and women on a journey beyond the mountains in search for food. They met people from neighboring villages who also suffered the same fate. Being a skilled and charismatic young man, Nilraenne convinced them to join their pursuit for food. He trained them how to hunt and fight beasts. His small group of desperate youngsters eventually grew to become a band of highly skilled hunter adventurers. This enabled them to raid forests to butcher beasts, which not only avenged their plights but als

Schmidt jabbed. "Well, in that matter… I believe that it is not that the Association is hiding what happened, it is just that no one could tell…. It's not like there are survivors?" Lancelot asked, emphasizing the "survivor's" part. "I see… that's what they are really planning," I said. Jigen clenched his fist as he already knew what would come next. "No… there are!" Mr. Schmidt announced, "I believe my daughter is part of a group called Silent Meadows… I heard that four people out of six did survive."