Hina Plunderer Novels & Stories

I returned to the treehouse in search of consolation, only to find Hina disturbed by my presence. "I sincerely apologize for causing you any trouble, Lady Sansa," nervously Hina replied, her eyes filled with sadness. "Who did this to you?" I inquired, hoping to lighten her load. My attention was drawn to the scar on her wrist, a sad reminder of her history. Hina was deafeningly quiet, her eyes betraying the maelstrom of emotions raging within her. "Don't be afraid," I said softly and comfortingly. Still, she kept her secret hidden, and I realized that certain scars were too deep to be expressed. I was no stranger to keeping secrets, but in Hina, I felt a kindred spirit—a fellow fighter in th

Vane screamed from the center of the plaza. He had barely managed to parry Kael’s first strike, using the shaft of his scepter to deflect a scythe-claw that would have sheared his head off. The concussive impact had sent Vane flying back ten paces, his heavy dark iron enforcer armor dented and smoking where Kael’s white-hot fingers had grazed his pauldrons. He scrambled back toward the central control console, his bleeding hand slamming down onto a secondary, physical level labeled HIVE FLUSH. Across the room, the thousands of three-eyed vanguards let out a synchronized, ear-splitting shriek. They stepped out from their pods, their massive claws clicking against the alloy floor as they turne

Jude says from behind us. “What’s a Phisher?” she asks again. “Someone who digs around to get information. If they’re a good scammer, then pretend to be someone trustworthy or someone you know, but it’s all to gain information. Yana has been trying to break through our firewalls, so Hijack named her Phisher.” “I want a cool name!” Kira says. I laugh. “Yana hates the name Phisher. She said she wants something cooler than that, but Hijack is insistent on giving her that name, at least for now.”

"In two minutes, the shield goes down and they’ll board!" Jade didn't wait. She launched herself into the air, her silver wings cutting through the ionized mist like twin blades. She dove toward the nearest Skitter-Craft, her hands erupting in a blast of Phoenix fire that melted the copper harpoons into slag. But as she rose for a second pass, she felt a cold shiver down her spine. A red laser-sight painted her chest. "Target Locked," a synthesized voice boomed from the largest pirate vessel. It wasn't a pirate. It was a Sentinel—a Dividend hunter-killer that had been "upgraded" with scavenged pirate tech.

"But shhh, don't say it mom!" Aurelia couldn't believe her ears. The greenhorn just turned out to be a cold-blooded spy. And what a man, not even she had suspected anything! He had played the role of the inexperienced youngster all too convincingly, had gone through the whole theater with his mother, oh man, they could learn a slice of that! "Do you work alone?" Asked Pareios, now also completely captivated and flattened by the words of her driver. "No. I've found a few people who have interests similar to mine. A few are elevenders, a few are people. "

But before she could move, Hal threw his hands up and begged, "Please, ma'am! I'm so sorry! I'll talk! Just give me a chance! Please!" He really did not want to give in, but Moxxi's punches simply hit that hard! "What a bother!" Moxxi rolled her eyes. "Couldn't you do that earlier?! Go on, what was it you're planning?" Hal then confessed, "Just recently, I had this surprise tip that the tombs of Shagan are filled with goodies! But rumor also has it that there's a big shot acting as a vigilante and maintaining order, so I didn't dare to get involved personally and sent others instead."

The people who made her birth a long story of sadness and agony, the monsters who made her this way. Throughout her twenty five years of living, she has been gathering information about them, but it seems they all have high positions in the Underworld, so she has only been able to find out little. The four gunmen who made her like this are top members of the most wanted crime syndicate in the world, called The Hunters. They're bossed by the most wanted man in the world, Godzilla. Their speciality is killing people and stealing their organs for sale, freaking organ harvesters, and their identities are top secret. No one has ever seen what they look like, but her twenty five years search provi

"But I need you to tell me anything else you can remember about the Hawthorn student. Every detail counts." The Silver Hunter looks at me warily, but he nods his agreement. This isn't the turn of events I was hoping for, but it's something. The coin is out of the pocket dimension and in our world, and that's progress. Now I can only hope that I find Winter and the coin before she figures out how to activate it. Once she does so, the combined force of the coin and her powers will be nearly unstoppable. I'm strong, but I'm not that strong. I need a force behind me. I need the ancient ghoul I've planned on resurrecting. It’s the only creature that’s strong enough to do the work I need done, but

The event appeared as super vampire warriors, and the vampire clans began to stir, and everyone wanted to take Zelda and Eli back to their clan. Son Stephen and Abe Mohini know about the appearance of the super-soldier vampire. They are the two clans closest to Augustus and Sharmaine. Augustus is a member of the Stephen clan, who possesses the heart power of Neva. Sharmaine is the daughter of Pandora Mohini, she is descended from the Mohini clan, and this is undeniable.

Star pulled the hood mask over her face to stop from being recognized and charged ahead, easily slitting the throat of a hunter who was overpowering a younger warrior with a blade she took from Maximus’ collection at the last minute. There were bodies of wolves in fur and skin alike littering the ground and blood seeping from wounds she prayed were mostly superficial, but more so were human bodies belonging to hunters with claw and bite marks marring their fairer skin. Star kept herself low from bullets whizzing around her as she ran into the main battle. Screams of pain and anger were drowned out around me despite the volume, all she cared for was finding Stone. Maximus’ large form crashed