Erin Hunter Warriors Novels & Stories

I was still met with silence. “Jericho, trust me… I know how this sounds. I really do. A Hunter and a Vampire, I know… But I'm all in, I'm invested in this now. I need to save him. If I can find out who ordered the hit, I could try and convince them to withdraw it. If I can’t, then the contract will be reassigned and it will be war. I will kill anyone who tries to come for him.” I said.

And just as she finishes with her statement, there is someone ready to blast her with words — Hunter. “How dare you talk to him that way? Do you know—” Before he could say all that he has in mind, I hit him so hard on the arm with my elbow. Pretty sure he would feel it because I put a lot of strength into it. However, his outburst gets a reaction from the female warrior who turns around. She looks really pissed off at the moment and looking at Hunter, he is prepared to have a go at her. This doesn’t look good. “What right do you have to talk to me in that manner? Huhn, tell me?” she says in an acidic tone.

If anything I had learned from the warriors was that mercy was never an option in a fight. As Hunter lead me inside, my eyes began noticing how many people were actually there. It seemed like all the warriors had gathered for some reason and by looking at Hunter I knew that he had some hint about why everyone was gathered like this. As we stood in front of the crowd, the feel of the stares from the fighters and mixed among the warriors the jealously filled eyes of a few women fixated on me. "For those of you who haven't got the chance to meet the Luna," Hunter slid his hand around my waist pulling me close to him, "Meet the Luna of Silvercrest pack, Aria Wilson; My mate."

’ I growl through mind link to Carlos, while Hunter growls out menacingly to let all three of them know our displeasure. “I..I…I didn’t think I had to stop her. She only a hu-” Hunter jumps on the young warrior, causing him to fall to the earth with a loud thud. His claws extend out, drawing blood on the man’s chest, pulling a hissing sound from his lips.

He sends the last body hurling toward another group as they charge toward him, scattering them in different directions. Hector, with the fury of the storm and the swiftness of a thunderclap, slit the throats of every rogue as he progresses forward with carefully deliberated steps. Blood spills form crimson arcs in the air, like raindrops in the wilderness, a view of satisfaction and pain. He goes for the throat of a rogue after knocking down the sword from his grip and strangling him in a minute, thanks to his lupine strength. Hunter is dangerous, but weak, owing to the endless search for the artefact, his lack of sufficient food and water, his pupils twinkling, alternating between two colou

Claire interrupted, “What exactly is a Hunter?” He took a deep breath, steadying himself. “A hunter is a type of human who was or is a Mythical bounty hunter. They have enhanced skills; fighting abilities, enhanced senses. I think one or both of your parents were Hunters. Especially after seeing you in action. Haven’t you ever wondered how you could fight and keep up with the wolves and vampires in your coven and pack? Love, you ARE A HUNTER.”

“That just says you don't know hand to hand com-bat.” Hunter said with a smirk when he ran to meet the warrior that was coming his way. When he got close to the warrior he ran up the side of the wall, leaped into the air, flipped over the man’s head wrapped his arms around the man's neck, as he landed on the floor, breaking the man’s neck with sickening cracking sound once his feet hit the floor. The warrior dropped to his knees and Hunter kicked him over like he was trash. He faced the other men who had stopped when they saw what Hunter did to their warrior brother. Realizing that the two men in front of them weren't like the wolves they fought who couldn't harm them, understanding this was

Upon discovering the rebel stronghold, Hunter and his team launched a decisive counterattack. This operation wasn’t only driven by the ambush that injured Hunter's men but also aimed to rescue the young individuals held captive by the rebels and rogues. Hunter received news that several boys from the town had been taken by the rebels and were being forcibly trained as fighters. These boys were taught how to handle firearms and were being prepared to combat the government.

she hissed, her amber eyes glowing, burning “You have nothing here. You’re a murderer.” The floor seemed to drop beneath me. My stomach twisted violently. “No,” I choked, shaking my head. “I-I didn’t know. They never told me who-” Hessa’s laugh was bitter, sharp. “You didn’t care to know. You’re an assassin of Cross. Don’t pretend you’re blind. You were trained to kill us. You are a Hunter. And hunters are what werewolves hate the most.” Hunter. The name I’d heard whispered in stories, savior of humankind, they said. Killers of supernaturals… My chest heaved.

LUKAS I left my mate with the hands of those two hunters but I was listening to their conversation. I heard everything and I knew those people are her dad warriors. I saw her walking toward me, like a queen she is “ those people were your dad strongest warriors” she looked at me like she was asking how do i know I didn't wait for her to ask “ I have seen them with your dad before he died.” she just nod her head but i know a lot is running through her mind