Erin Hunter Survivors Novels & Stories

But Hunter’s anger never stopped there because he still attacked the two giant fighters in front of him and killed them one by one by ripping their body parts to pieces. All were silent and shocked but seconds passed until the Lester and the Black Haw soldiers made a deafening uproar and I saw how they attacked my husband in the middle of the pit. Everything turned into chaos as Lester and Black Haw started attacking the Midnight people and the cliff suddenly filled with screams and battle cries. “PROTECT OUR LUNA!” one of the Midnight Generals cried as they dragged me away from the pit, dragging me to safety. “No! Let go of me! I can’t leave Hunter in that pit! Stay away!!!” I beg them, str

“Are they really going to just let me fall back?” That's actually... cause me a sigh of relief. I'm tired by the eyes that following my every steps! Then there's Grandma I notice anxious and been in contact with the messengers lady. And everyone of them is given grandma a jade, however it only cause Grandma to deeply anxious. Then her expression greatly change, she said in certainty, “It must be those horrible species! The Lycan kidnapped the future of the huntress!” “Future... of the huntress?” I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise.

Eliana continued, shattering the relief instantly, "is that the UN isn't just sitting on their hands while their god incubates. They need combat data to program Genesis’s neural network. They need to know how we fight, how we adapt, and how we die." Eliana rapidly typed on the laptop. The projection changed again, this time displaying a series of smaller, sleek, metallic capsules. They looked like orbital drop pods. "To gather that data, the UN geneticists have created prototypes. Lesser, synthetic chimeras. The data logs refer to them as 'Hounds,'" Eliana explained. "They don't have infinite stamina like Genesis will, but they are spliced with the DNA of Zenith's most lethal Rejects. They a

I sat back against the metal wall, chest heaving, and touched the stinging skin on my neck. Stars…I was thankful I paid attention to military training. Now that they have my DNA profile. By morning, every hunter on the planet would have it too. I couldn't go back to my room, and I couldn't go back to the diner. I rested my hand flat over my stomach, feeling the ache settle down. I was out of options, but I was still breathing.

David pushed open the basement door, a place that still gives him pure happiness. The memory of him tearing Morton apart limp from limp is still fresh in his mind. A pound smile made its way on his face as he got in. The scene inside looks way familiar. Same as previous time a figure on the ground, scared and trembling. "P-please, I didn't do anything." Came the voice. It seemed tired. Well, she has been here for so many days. "Catlin Snow. The orphan who took shelter in Blood Moon pack. Originally from Red Dome pack. Have one son and my mate is dead. Record of being a traitor." He crouched down to her level.

I’d found that if I referred to it as a mishap, and nothing more, then I could deal with it. As a team, we’d managed to avoid any civilian deaths in almost a decade. Though Tim’s death was ultimately my fault, as the newest member of the team Sierra was the one suffering through the hard stares and judgemental frowns. Whilst they would never admit it, there was a clear sense of disconnect between most of the hunters and the modern world. They were traditionalists, through and through, and Sierra – unlike the rest of us – had not either been born into the trade, as I had, or found out about the supernatural though tragedy, like Torre.

Ramsy boasted. Delta Ramsy mustered little heed to Higgins' pitiful state as the spat to the soon to-be corpse in his wake. Hunters were members of the resistance, who were mostly humans that had their only goal to be liberating their people and domineering the greater mass of carnivorous beast that desired to usurp any attempts they made to establish a system like theirs or breed enough to try. Higgins' life was dangling on a thin thread, his hands laid across the two ends of the baracade by chains anchored to his wrists and a weakened resolve from that death that just insisted on taking its time before truly drawing the life out of him.

When I awoke, it was dark outside, and I could hear people talking. “You should’ve stopped the interrogation; you could’ve killed her.” Sáta yelled at someone. “She told me not to, she knows how important our mission is.” General Abtez retorted. I sat up, looking at my blankets. Blood was everywhere, groaning I stood and headed outside. “Why is there a Berserker in my camp?” I asked Thana as Sáta and General Abtez jumped, turning to look at me.

Fern shivered. “Yes. And they call us monsters.” Daksh nearly growled. While had no experience with Mangadoom, he did have dealings with other black ops organizations. Humans often hunted what they did not understand, and they did not understand the shifting breeds. His family had been hunted after World War II to near extinction. Daksh had a personal interest in helping free this woman and shut down these hunters. “Exactly,” Fern agreed and led him to her friends.

He unlocked the gun case and gestured inside. “Pick. Ladies first, gentlemen.” A shiver ran down my spine as his husky voice washed over me. I grabbed a rifle, not even caring which one it was in my hurry to get away from the tantalizing scent the man wore. I deposited my bag inside of the gun safe and walked out of the hall. I was determined to put as much distance between me and them as I could. We normally hunted in groups, but my father had taught me well enough that I could take down a deer by myself. Getting it back to town, on the other hand, would require the men. Fuck.