Erin Hunter Warriors Novels & Stories

They obviously have planned this for a long time, considering they made sure my beta and I were nowhere in sight. I found out that Henry Elsher, the hunters’ leader, and his entire family are hunters. His wife and his three daughters. I later found out that he has actually four daughters and the youngest did not join them. The girl had no idea that her family are actually hunters but seemed to be aware of our kind.

she replied. "Do you have enough points?" I asked ,I hope I wasn't the one slowing them down. "Well, there are twenty beasts here. We took care of six, that's a fair game if you ask me," Carlos yawned. "Plus, surviving is the main thing." "We avoided fighting other warriors. I can't bring myself to kill the ones I used to train with," Hunter admitted. "Except if the King is in danger." "I don't care about that. As long as it's the King's order, I'll do anything," Mira slammed her fist into her palm with her eyes gleaming with mischief.

Irina “Irina!” Hunter appeared beside me and we nuzzled each other for a second before Hunter defended me against another attack. The intense fighting was slowly dying down a little when a sudden burst of warriors appeared from the side of Carmine’s border. I realized we had been fighting an enormous number of rogues up to that point!

“I will only give this choice once. Join me or…” The Mane, knowing that she had no chance against the creature behind her, whimpered and surrendered, Nathaniel retracted his claws, releasing her throat and allowing her to turn and face him as she kneeled at his feet. In a low roar of defiance, half a dozen Cheetah warriors fight their way to their feet before being subdued by the Vampire warriors nearby. Hunter extends his claws again, not caring whether the warrior is male or female he moves fast, stopping in front of each warrior, and plunges his hand into their chests as he leans in close whispering.

RHETT 3 Years Later MacTire held my heart, but I couldn’t help visiting the borough I grew up in when out in the field. Recruiting new Enforcers for the INE. I found myself missing the familiarity of the streets. The people – half human, half shifter. Most without a spirit animal. A town us half breeds built, grew, and protected. Hunters as Lamia called us but what was a hunter?

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.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing myself to remain calm even as my mind screamed at me to run—and it wasn’t like I could. “What does it matter to you?” I asked, my voice shaking despite my best efforts. I hated that he could make me feel this way, but I needed to know. “Why are you doing this?” Orin paused, looking at me for a long moment, before chuckling lowly. “Why? Because I’m doing the world a favor. Silas—our family line is full of hunters, men who rid the world of filth—and Silas? Well, he’s a failure. Always has been.” He wiped his hands on his apron, the bloodstains soaking into the fabric, but it didn’t seem to bother him. He moved back to the table, smoothing out the skin

I blurted. “Get them out or you're dead,” he threatened. “Careful,” I said softly. “Don’t try it.” My men stepped off their bikes, cracking their knuckles, their eyes changing colors. “We are not easily cowed, Xavier!” Henrique shouted, unzipping his jacket. His chest puffed out under the grey shirt. “We are wolves too, in case you've forgotten. I am an Alpha too of this pack, just like you.” “I know that,” I said. I could feel my nails growing longer and sharper, becoming thick daggers. “But there are levels to this game, Henrique.”

"I knew before you found the turnoff. Why do you think the track let you in?" She goes back to the counter like the matter's settled, because to her it is. "I don't care that you worked beside a wolf, boy. I care that you walked in here and built me a fight with one man in it. Lying takes effort. You'll need that effort for better things." "My father..." "Is not in my kitchen. You are." She thumps the dough down. "Gavin Hunter has spent forty years sorting the world into two boxes, and the world has spent forty years not fitting. You've seen it not fit. Last night you watched it climb out of the box and hold the real enemy still so you could cut its head off."

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.