Erin Hunter Warriors Novels & Stories

She’d been through enough and what she needed was rest, not probing from a stranger or interrogative questions coming from a man she didn’t even know. Men did this to her. Fingers reached around the loaded double barrel, sitting beside the couch. I huffed in silent fury... issuing a silent promise as I gripped my gun. So, there were werewolves… people that shifted out in the thick of the forest. Is that what I was only now realizing? Were there unicorns too? I snickered stupidly to myself. My thoughts trailed back to her eyes. Those startling lilac eyes. I pictured her face as sleep took hold. An odd sensation rumbled in my chest, a warmth I hadn't felt in a long time.

The Hunter Organization. A mysterious entity that Mr. Aikens, Mane’s teacher back at the Wielder Academy, had refused to speak on. Although they had built and nurtured Wielder Academies all over the planet of Zandor, very little was known about those who were the true backbone of this institution. All that the commonfolk knew was that it was comprised of individuals called hunters who farmed and killed dangerous creatures and sold them to wealthy merchants for processing. There were rumours that they were also in charge of protecting the world, but when Zandor had been invaded, they disappeared. This made people realize that it was this was a baseless rumour.

There was only me and my weapons, facing the job I had to do. I cocked the gun. Before shouldering the door open, I looked back to check where the other hunters were. As I’d expected – as I’d known, from years of training and experience – they were all where I’d imagined, all where they were supposed to be. My Dads nodded at me, still freakishly in sync, and I gritted my teeth back at them, a wild warrior with blue flame sizzling in her brown eyes.

he finally mumbled quietly to me. I looked over at him with a tilt of my head. What did that have to do with Rem’s bed preferences? He looked at me uneasily for a moment and then said, “Hunters aren’t fully human either. We’re not supernatural beings like werewolves, but we’re different from average humans. That’s how we’re able to do what we do. Some come from witch and wizard bloodlines, others heroes of old lore… but there’s always something about our bloodlines that gives us a stronger edge.”

Theria giggled and trotted off to say high to the crew. As they entered the training area a man wearing a stag skull helmet greeted him. He smelled like pine and the forest, and he looked like a huntsman from the middle ages. Slung across his back a Dragonuv sniper rifle and modern compound bow complete with arrows. “So the whelp finally arrives. The name is Herne the Hunter.” “Warren Vandal, a descendant of Troy,” He held out his hand and hoped the sniper would take it. A smile appeared through the thick beard, “The queen didn't tell us who you were. She just said you would be joining the team,” His voice remained friendly and even. “How is the eidolon?”

I had only seen Mildred and Garren shift, so this was new. Hunter wasn’t nearly as big as Garren, but he was bigger than Mildred. His scales looked rougher, and he had spikes lining his back along his spine. His talons were longer than the others, and his wings looked like they were tipped with ice shards. “Hunter is the last of his kind,” Mildred said low enough for only me to hear. “He’s beautiful. He looks like he is covered in pieces of ice.” I said in awe. She let out a laugh.

HUNTER Before going to train with the warriors I decided to see what the witches were up to. They’d better be close to finding some way to stop the death witch. I knocked at Selena’s cottage and Arno opened the door. Of all of them, except for Selena, he was the least strange of the bunch. Him, I could stand. “Come in, Alpha Hunter.” He said, motioning for me to step inside. In truth, I never liked to be inside Selena’s cottage. It felt too cramped and now with the others here it was even worse.

I spat then punched him across the chest causing him to stumble backward. The hunters quickly charged at me furiously. I folded my hands ready for them when I heard loud growls from behind. I glanced there and noticed how most of my warriors were now in their Tasmanian forms. They rushed past me, some jumping in mid-air landing on the hunters, striking without holding back. Some warriors began firing guns while some held on their swords pretty well. My focus was solely on the hunter with the daggers. His interest in Hera was what made me want him dead.

"I’ve traveled the world. Been to weird, creepy places, but I always felt safe… And now you’re telling me there are werewolves all over the place?" She turned to face me again. "This is too much." Her voice cracked. "No, no, no…" She groaned and covered her face. "Now I don’t even wanna step outside my apartment!" Despite the chaos in my chest, I almost laughed. She was all over the place emotionally. Then she suddenly snapped back. "Wait! You said you're a soldier. Was that even true?" Here we go. "Kinda. I’m a warrior in my pack." "What does that mean?"

She was led into Nikjin’s lair by an uncharacteristically joyous Cheyenne who has been in a good mood since their last conversation in the hut earlier today. When Erin came face-to-face with her mate’s killer, she thought her knees would buckle with fear but instead, her stomach clenched and her spine stiffened in anticipation of what he might say or do to her.