Novel & Cerita Erin Hunter Survivors

she drawled to a stop. “Hunter,” Her eyes suddenly flooded with recognition,” Hunter, one of the last surviving hybrids?” “So you’ve heard about me,” I was quite surprised. Hybrids were a greatly endangered species and considered sort of a taboo by both wolves and vampires. I had no idea whether it was because we posed a threat or they were intimidated by us being a tad bit more powerful. Either way, they killed us whenever they got the chance and so it was no surprise that we were almost extinct at this point.

He sat in the chair next to the small bed. “I will tell you a story.” I fixed my eyes on his. “Around 15 years ago, I was shot. I was dying. I did die. Tim showed Tasha how to help me. He had her give me her blood. It took a moment, but I came back. There is something in your blood that I think might help keep Osprey alive. The same thing that kept me alive when Tasha gave me hers. I will always be grateful that she saved me that day, and if this works, so will he.”

All he could focus on was getting back to Aleah and their child. This wasn’t the end—not for him. He was the Demon Alpha, the survivor of near-impossible odds. This wouldn’t be his final chapter. He had made it through worse before, and he would survive this, too. With that thought fueling him, Hunter dragged himself forward, refusing to give in.

I needed it to wash the mud off my wounds, but they refused to let me get close. My colleagues were guarding the place, and they were all glaring at me. "Ms. Hedge found this! You don't deserve it, bitch!" Fortunately, this island was abundant with resources. Wilderness survival was all the craze a few years ago, and many content creators came here to get useful footage. They also left useful stuff behind. I'd skimmed through everything during my search for water. I went to the dump and scrounged some plastic bottles and a cast-iron skillet.

” Jonathan asked, walking in with a cup of coffee in one hand and his tablet in the other. “A hunter has been spotted in our territory.” I stated. Both froze, eyes wide. If not for werewolf reflexes, I’m pretty sure Jonathan’s coffee and tablet would have crashed to the floor. “A… a hunter? There hasn’t been one in decades. How can we be sure they are a hunter? Who reported them?” Charles immediately questioned. “Because I’m the one that reported them. Sakina Adio is currently staying in the Hampton Inn in Eugene. The Adio family are rather notorious hunters though mostly based in Egypt.” I explained.

“Thousands of years of fighting these bloodsucking bastards, and we still don’t have all the answers.” “Pretty much,” Jo agreed. “My dad said, for the first hundred years of his life, nothing changed. Everything was predictable. There were rules, and nature insisted that they be followed. Then… titanium bullets were discovered, and everything seemed to go to pot.” “Yeah, it had to be quite a shock to discover that there truly was a way for a Hunter to kill another Hunter.” “And for a Guardian to kill a Hunter,” Jo added. “That was something that had never happened up until the day my dad shot and killed that female Hunter who had helped ambush the team at Sierraville.”

Hunter 26: Warm Welcome My breath caught in my throat. A crowd of people, no, werewolves, stood gathered below, their conversations silenced as they looked up at me. The suddenness of their attention caught me off guard and my heart skipped a beat. Amidst the crowd, I recognized the familiar faces of Harleen and Harlan. The strangers’ eyes filled with a mix of surprise and curiosity. But the realization that I was the center of attention sent a shiver down my spine.

She knew the cleanup team would arrive soon. They exited the woods and got back into the car. Everyone was silent, until Ruth finally spoke again. “Those people you saw... they’re called the Hunters. Not the deer-and-rabbit kind. The ones who bear hatred for werewolves. They pretty much want to wipe every werewolf off the map. Good or bad, it doesn’t matter to them.” She paused and glanced at them. “Alex, you look like you just got indigestion. Are you okay?” Alexander looked up slowly, worry all over his face. “Those two back there...” he muttered.

There were still 10 minutes to go until the second shot blasted and Susanna was frantically stripping for the entire collection of hunters to see. “Turn your fucking eyes away, asshole,” Logan yelled at a man 10 yards down the line who had been gawking at Susanna in the distance. The hunters quickly realized Susanna was meant for Logan. Since Logan was Kreil, it was easy to collectively decide it wasn't worth the pummel they would get if they kept looking. There may have been thousands of hunters lined up, but none dared to take a mate not fated for them. Even if someone did dare to claim someone else's mate, they would especially avoid one fated for a Kreil. It still could happen in theory,

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.