Erin Hunter Warriors Novels & Stories

Abraham was raised in the air by the wild spectators and his followers. She looked around to find the boy whose head she was going to have and to her pure astonishment found him caught in a choke hold by none other than Kabir Ahmed. She hit the fence with her fist and flinched when her skin got pierced. The boy whom she had bribed choked out something. Kabir pushed him away with force and his eyes burning with anger looked at Minahil. Minahil merged herself in the ground and left the ground. Yara had already gone. .

Not even Hunter has dared trespass. Taking a cup of coffee from the coffee maker, I prepare a couple cups and think about what I’m going to say to Stryker. Hunter walks in minutes later. He’s wearing his usual band shirt and grunge jeans over his slender form. Hunter is in his early twenties. He’s also one of the best tech hackers in the world. I found him working at a Pep Boys several years ago fixing computers for extra cash while doing illegal side hacking. I had done some background work on him before I brought him into the fold. He has been an invaluable asset since. He lived in the garage for a couple of years before he fell in love. He and his girlfriend, Maleah, are sickeningly perfe

Those who were interested in fighting returned within a space of three days. Convincing them to fight alongside her after fifteen years of absence was not as difficult as she thought especially after they found out that Hunter; hers and Zane's son is a lycan. All the wolves present the day she told them about Hunter's identity dropped on one knee, bowing their head as a sign of respect to him.

she asked. Karen had so many questions, and I didn't know how to answer her. I wished I had the answers, especially now, but I didn't, and it kind of made me feel bad. I knew I had to explain things to her a bit. "The Hunter family are supernatural hunters. They are human beings with special abilities to locate and identify people like me. They also can match our skills and kill us. They are the most dreaded bloodline of all the supernatural hunters. It was all fair initially. The Hunters made sure everyone followed the rules, and no one cheated anyone. We saw them more like judges, juries and executioners. Whenever there were issues, the Hunters would solve them. They could tell when we wer

Hunter pulled him back up immediately. Hunter was the sixth top warrior and I was seventh. We were expected to stick together. “What is going on with you muscular guy?” I teased as I skidded towards him, “Did fear push you to your knees before you even had a fight with the commander?” “Everyone, beware of poison!” Kent yelled, covering his nose with the extra fabric making up the turtle neck he was wearing. He was the number one warrior and we all looked up to him since he was intelligent and pretty but he was introverted and it was hard to ease up to him.

Hetha looked the most human out of all of our squad, with her curly red hair and freckles, her ears were easy to hide, and the hourglass frame and green eyes could be traits of any mortal around. “You and I both know that hiding our wings is second nature, we only show them when we need them.” She paused, “I am sorry that we didn’t run it by you first.” She added, sensing my anger.” “While the Berserkers are trying to get information from the target, we will use this downtime to train.” Hestia groaned, “Oh, come on, can’t we have fun for once? All we ever do is train and missions.” “And because of that, we have never been unsuccessful in a mission.” I pointed out.

The kids are kept in their haven. "Follow my orders and don't go your way," Larry instructed his trainees. They are fifteen in their batch, and they aged twelve to fifteen years old. Only few can survive in every battle against the enemies. "Don't go away from me," Raiden said to Harriet. The girl agreed and did not leave his side. They are accompanied by other tenured hunters while the majority are left in the residence. They are hundreds of them to see to it everybody was safe. They were observing the surroundings at the bottom of the mountain which serves as the main pathway going in and out of the wild. Whenever the enemies call for an attack, they would pass through it. Raiden and Harri

She should've had her guard up, but she was too freaked out from reading about Garin's mom. The younger shifters had told scary stories around the campfires about a blue-eyed demon who killed unwary wolves in a very particular way. They named her The Huntress. To this day, that name sent spikes of ice down Willow's spine. The Huntress was said to kill her victims slowly, using blades instead of bullets or arrows.

She thought her father would finally be proud of her as she was going to be the real Luna not just one pack, but two. But things hadn’t gone to plan. Hunter almost killed ten of the warriors, and he still made it home to the Storm pack. “You’ll find him for me, won’t you, Carl?” I could still hear the desperation in her voice, could still feel the power it held over me. She asked, so I found him. Only I found him with Jane, his real mate!

...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.