Erin Hunter Survivors Novels & Stories

“12 out of 21 deer have been killed by this hunter.” Holding my spear, I am trying to catch my breath while paying my whole attention to the keeper. Keepers are the one who has the information of how many kills a hunter has in an hour. “None other than, Raffi of the Ambrose’s!” I saw my father fixing his hunter’s robe while wearing his huge smile. The whole tribe is excited especially the women of which gender I belong to. I started to walk to the wooden stage created by the tribe for this kind of ceremony. Everybody is happy and I hope this will last forever.

he continues before letting me go and meeting my gaze. I tilt my head. "The nightcrawlers. It turns out they're not what I thought they are. Remember when you met Syria?" I nodded. "You healed her and brought her back, and she was a nightcrawler," he says. I went silent for a few seconds before I realized something and my eyes snap at him. Yes, I remember now. Syria was a nightcrawler, and when I touched her... "That means all the others are..." I looked at Hunter who nods before saying, "Dragon shifters. They were cursed, but you can lift it. You can save them, just like you saved Syria," he tells me as I step back and gasp.

They were planning a massive game that would be extremely dangerous for both of them, but his stranger friend ensured that everything will go according to plan and that their names will not be revealed. I still have no idea who that guy is with whom Ronin communicates; his face is unfamiliar to me, but I honestly don't care who he is; yet, he was a lifesaver for me at this point, and I will be eternally thankful. Maybe someday I will be able to meet him and thank him in person.

Impossible. “She survived” “No!” another voice muttered. “No one survives it.” the creature shifted behind me, towering and twisted but it still didn’t attack. Its hollow eyes remained fixed on me with something dangerously close to recognition. Like it had found something it lost a very long time ago. Then one of the elders stepped forward. Slowly and carefully. His hands trembled around the lantern he carried. I recognized him suddenly through fractured childhood memories. The man who used to avoid looking directly at me when I was little. The man my mother hated.

They'd been murderers who'd reshaped reality to cover their crime. "This is why the hunters came," Luna said to Vincent, suddenly understanding. "The hunters aren't servants of some greater power. They're survivors. They're the remnants of that destroyed world, existing partially outside of normal dimensions because it's the only way they can survive in the reality that was built to eliminate them. They're still hunting because they're still terrified."

Kyra grabbed her towel that was hanging on the side and she went straight to the bathroom. Meanwhile, Luke, Cain, and Beatrix face the big screen. They watch the radar footage at the university. Three supernaturals were detected, but one disappeared. After losing three, two were replaced. Cain folded his arms while Luke stuck his both hands in his pants pocket. Beatrix play with her pen as she floated it in the air. “Doppelgänger is the first two, maybe. They were the ones the hunters fought earlier,” said Cain. “Doppelgänger was the one the hunters fought earlier?” Luke asked.

The Hunter Organization. A mysterious entity that Mr. Aikens, Mane’s teacher back at the Wielder Academy, had refused to speak on. Although they had built and nurtured Wielder Academies all over the planet of Zandor, very little was known about those who were the true backbone of this institution. All that the commonfolk knew was that it was comprised of individuals called hunters who farmed and killed dangerous creatures and sold them to wealthy merchants for processing. There were rumours that they were also in charge of protecting the world, but when Zandor had been invaded, they disappeared. This made people realize that it was this was a baseless rumour.

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.

My stomach dropped. "What?" He nodded. "I hired investigators to find you after you dared to run from me that morning. It took them a week to find you." Something was slamming hard against my rib cage in a really violent way. I knew what it was. My heart. "I found out who you were—Matteo Leone, a twenty three year old bisexual man, living in your father's house like a prisoner." He leaned forward slightly. "I learned everything about you—your urm... useless family, and your situation within hours of funding you."

“Because a hunter’s incubation period is between four and a week of unconsciousness.” “So, I am a hunter now?” “There is no way to know, but you might still be a human for all we know. Yes, it has been four days, but if we are to count it down from the days, then it isn’t a complete four days yet.” “It doesn’t matter what you are; I am glad that you’re alive and here with us, your family. Zion still has his uncle, and I still have a brother.”