Erin Hunter Warriors Novels & Stories

“Is that really you Hunter?” When she attempts to draw near I raise a finger that stops her dead in her tracks. “That’s close enough, Quinn.” She frowns and my lips curl. “I was your mother’s best friend Hunter. I was there when you were born.” I snap my fingers and two of my warriors step forward. Quinn of the Silvercreek pack watches with her eyes wide open in fear. When I see she gets the message, I motion for my warriors to stop and one of them barks the order.

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.

“I wouldn’t miss for the world Rainn.” The trials continued with weapons and Rainn came out on top of every challenge thrown at him. The council was very surprised and happy to have a warrior such as him wanting to become a hunter. At the end of the trials, the four new hunters were finally announced, and Rainn was happy that he was one of them. The mentors came out and headed over to each of the four new members of the Vindicta. Ard'al, of course, was Rainn's mentor and he couldn't have been prouder of the man that Rainn had become, even if he was worried about the next part.

Hello, I am Dira Lockstar. I am a werewolf. I don't shift half a woman and half a wolf, but Reneeira she takes over, and she is beautiful. Like I was saying, I am part of the Dark Claw Mountain pack. Even though we run together under the full moon, and as exhilarating as it sounds, I have always stood out due to my size and my curves; aside from growing up with a killer right hook, it improved by protecting my best friend Allen, the Delta Heir, whose a genius from being bullied. I aim to become part of our pack warrior's elite team. I enjoy a good fight.

Hunter’s POV A knock on the front door of Caleb’s cabin broke the silence between the two of us as we waited for Ella to pack her things. Caleb moved casually to the door to answer it. Turning in the direction of the door I noticed it was one of my men. “I need to speak with Alpha Hunter.” The warrior said as he patiently stood at the door waiting for Caleb to invite him in. Caleb moved to the side permitting the warrior access to enter. The warrior quickly moved towards me and lowered his head in submission to me before saying, “Alpha Hunter it’s Luna….” But before he could finish, I raced back the hall to her room with Caleb in tow.

Diesel commented. “My lab is working on a vaccine. A serum that will genetically modify their DNA so their warrior gene stays dormant.” “Warrior?” “Hunters have six gene sequences that trigger aggression towards enhanced humans. In adolescence and young adulthood, they manifest as bullies. The way Sebastian was towards Adam and Esme. He would have needed another hunter to mentor him to perfect his skills. They usually hunt in pairs or groups for their protection. Sometimes, a hunter will go rogue. Without proper training, they can not control their urge to kill anyone.”

“You cast and lavish me with names that curse me, names not to my liking, names that somehow give you cause. But if this is to be between me and this Dahnawa Danatlihi, then his acknowledgement is the only thing of consequence.” Imperceptibly, the lips of the warrior shaped themselves into a slight smile. “I acknowledge you, young rider,” he said. “I am Hunter.” “I am Hotuaekhaashtait.” (Cheynne: tall bull). “What is between you and I that we must meet as we do?” Hotuaekhaashtait surrendered his smile and replaced it with grim purpose and resolve. “Your life.” A slow burning smile, anticipatory, revelatory, spread across Hunter’s face. “My life will not be easy for the taking,”

He is standing with his back turned against me, his eyes trained on the other person. I focus on him instead. He looks stunned, his eyes widened, and his lips parted. “That is impossible,” he mutters, shaking his head. “That veil hasn’t been breached in years. Who could have…” “Only one breed,” he drawls. “Hunters.” “Shit!” I didn’t think they were going to figure it out so fast. My breath hitches in my throat when he angles his head a fraction, when everything suddenly stops, as if he can sense me.

“What do you mean no leaving the room? No talking back? And I have to kneel when you say so too?” He scoffed in disbelief. “Who the fuck do you think you are to come up with all this? You can not just decide that my life belongs to you when I never asked you for any of this.” He drew in a sharp breath. “I never asked to be hunted. I never asked to be bought bought you! Or rescued like you think you did!” I turned around. He was still talking. The words he was forming tumbled out of his mouth between broken breaths as the tears that ran down both sides of his face just dripped off his chin and onto his shirt—the same shirt I had set out and left for him that morning.

I don’t realize I’ve said it out loud until my father steps forward and pulls me into a hug, his arms wrapping around me tighter than usual. “Raven,” he says quietly, “your mother and I are very happy your wolf has awakened, but I need to know if she understands what you are.” What I am? That doesn’t make any sense. ‘We are special, Raven. We are hunters. No hunter has been blessed with their gift before they became of age to join a hunting party. That is why they are nervous, but we are as we are meant to be.’ I pull back slightly and look up at him. “Yes. She said we’re hunters. She said we’re special.”