Erin Hunter Survivors Novels & Stories

He never had and somehow, he maintained his sanity. I listen to him continue his words. "It will always be at the back of the Hunter's mind that we are here to hurt them. And more also, you know other hunters, like the ones in Antarctica, Asia and North America...since they didn't allow our specie to live freely in their continent, trust me, others would look weak if they try to allow us to have that chance. I can say that's what that fucker Cole Hunter is feeling, and that's why he wants us back into our abode." Hillary finishes explaining and as much as I want to try to change his words, deep down, I cannot, because I know it is the truth.

Claire interrupted, “What exactly is a Hunter?” He took a deep breath, steadying himself. “A hunter is a type of human who was or is a Mythical bounty hunter. They have enhanced skills; fighting abilities, enhanced senses. I think one or both of your parents were Hunters. Especially after seeing you in action. Haven’t you ever wondered how you could fight and keep up with the wolves and vampires in your coven and pack? Love, you ARE A HUNTER.”

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.

But somehow she survived! A slight hum of voices passed through the ranks of the Hunters, but no one began to say anything openly: everyone continued to listen to the speeches of the Elder. “When I found out that she was alive, I gave a clear order to destroy the pureblood creature from the Southern Royal Clan. And my order was to be carried out by one of the best Hunters - Jonathan Black. But he disobeyed! Not only did he not kill her, but he also saved the lives of those whom we despise and hate so much - the Wolves of the Western Clan!

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.

"I should ask you the same question, Hunter Abraham. What's your attitude? Your family? And also your flock all this time against us–the human race? You guys have taken over almost 2/3 of the world and made humanity almost extinct." Hunter really didn't want to argue about it. They ride in silence. Hunter focused on the road before him until they arrived at Abraham's super luxurious and magnificent residence. When Hunter parked the car, he realized that Jonea had fallen asleep. The young man rushed for fear that Jonea was in a critical state. Hunter carried Jonea on his back. He rushed to the house and was greeted by two maids. They were both so surprised to see Hunter's clothes full of bloo

Matron Aldar greets us at the foot of the Guild Mountain, as we climb upwards, we’re joined by Ophelia, Leita, and Kiran, along with another young woman who introduces herself as Hunter Prairie. “Hunter will be joining us on our quest,” Kiran gushes. “She’s a protector and an absolute pro at that. Hunter would be of more use than all of us combined when battling against the devil.” Hunter blushes under the compliment. “Please, you’re exaggerating. You’re all powerful in your own ways. But I will do my best to help, Alpha Rexellen.” “Thank you very much,” I say sincerely. “Your assistance will be most appreciated, considering how you are all risking your lives in the name of my mate.”

Either that or his presence was just that overwhelming. Travis was large, but nowhere close to as big as Finn or Mathias. I would describe him as the same size as Mike. I watch as Leneve’s fingers twist and twine together. A blush creeps up her face and she looks at me with worry. Finn cuts through the tension that seeps from Leneve, and she lets out a relieved sigh at skirting the question, tucking a strand of her onyx hair behind her ear. “What’s important is she saved Rhett’s life. We encountered a new kind of species as we trekked through a mountain.”

My raised eyes began to furrow, I started to think of anything he could possibly discuss with the moon goddess. "The hunters are not to be trusted, Elena. They are malevolent, evil. They manipulate people into thinking they are saving the world from harm. Their game is to make the world believe in them and then attack from the back. The hunter boys are just agents, working for their malicious father." "Do you know them that much?." I snuffed a question. "Believe me, I've eaten and dined with them. I've worked with them and they betrayed me. " I breathed out, tucking the instinct that made me not believe her behind. The way she explained about my mate and the house of the hunters were unbelie

“In the last moment before I fell unconscious in the shelter, what I saw wasn’t Dan running away. It was you, standing guard outside the isolation room with a gun in your hand.” I froze. “So,” Ruth said softly, “from the very beginning, it wasn’t you who saved me. It was me… who chose you.” Maybe I was a man full of lies, but she willingly believed every lie I fed her. In this shattered, post-apocalyptic world, we were each other’s only accomplices. Outside the window, the sunlight was perfect. I turned and kissed her. “Honey, time to get to work.” “Yes, sir.”