Erin Hunter Survivors Novels & Stories

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.

The ID showed my photo, but there was an additional codename under my name. "We deal with digital threats the public never sees. We are the swords responsible for cutting away the darkness the law cannot reach. Sinead Hill's life has already ended. She is free now. She will become a legend and inspire more women to be brave." He looked into my eyes, his gaze sharp. "Now, welcome to Camelot. Your talent should not be wasted on small targets. Welcome to the real Hunting Ground." I looked at the codename on the ID, then looked up at the world outside the window.

...Sienna POV... This had to be it. The end was near. I could feel it. I was practically begging for my end to come. It had been at least two days since Hunter attacked me and left me here to die. I knew Hunter's reputation. He was the formidable Reaper. People rarely survived his wrath. Rather, he was given the reputation of the Reaper because of his merciless actions toward his victims.

Edna couldn't believe what she had just heard. Her mother, a hunter, had saved werewolves? It went against everything she had been taught growing up. The code of hunters was clear - to hunt those who hunted them, to eliminate the threat to their kind. Saving the very creatures, they were supposed to be fighting against was unthinkable. "My mother saved werewolves?" Edna asked incredulously. "I can't believe it. But she was a hunter and I know that hunters follow a code, and that code is to hunt those who hunt us. But saving those who hunt us, isn't it going against the code?"

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 Tipple 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.

Irina We took our places on the small stage where we normally had our meals and Hunter turned to look at his people. He waited just a moment for them all to calm down and be quiet before he started. “You all know why we are here. Our Luna has asked me to mark her and you all know how long I’ve wanted to do it, but that I was scared I would lose her when she turned. It has been brought to my attention that the old wives’ tale that humans could die has been hugely exaggerated. It is possible that she could die, but it’s not such a huge possibility as I originally thought.” My usually very articulate Hunter was rambling and, for the first time today, I noticed how incredibly nervous he was. I s

Hunter comes back to the living room with a bottle of wine, noodles and canned food his family stored in the basement. Thankfully, his father never forgot the cabin and kept paying the water and electricity bills. Hunter wonders if the late president used to come here when he needed to be alone—or with his mistress. "That's all we got for now," Hunter takes a seat on the gingerbread leather couch. "I guess it's enough to survive the night," "I'm not hungry," Harvey mumbles, resting his head on Eden's shoulder. Hunter frowns at him, "That's what your brain said. I'm sure your empty stomach thinks otherwise," he pushes a can of fruits toward him. "Do you want some noodles?"

Gunner explained. He actually told me more than I was expecting him to. It didn’t make sense though, the hunters would have known about an organisation like that. They have spies, ways of getting sensitive information from places you wouldn’t expect. This feels like something they would have known about. Especially if these mercenaries were killing clans of hunters and innocent humans. That’s what the hunters are for, protecting the humans, by eradicating the supernaturals. “Why’s that, why the hush hush?” I pushed him for more answers,