Hunger Games Tracker Jackers Novels & Stories

He wraps his little fingers around my hand, "I'm so happy you're coming, Alora! I really wanted to show you the Trackers!" "What is a Tracker?" I had heard of them when Aiden and Hendrick talked about patrols, but I was only ever told that they were specialized Sentries. "They're trained to hunt down Wolves. Mostly Rogues and fugitives- they're like really cool!" Addison gushes. Jayden smirks and pitches in, "It's like our equivalent to the FBI or CIA. You have Sentries which are like guards and peacekeepers. And then the Trackers are more specific to capturing criminals, Rogues, or missing Wolves. And then you have Hunters-which are few and far between, and kinda controversial. They're assa

I preferred giving them a quick and painless death. From the corner of my eyes, I catch the Trackers trying to make their move. Their bodies were small and narrow, with muscles focused on their legs built for running and leaping. But behind their mangy fur, you could see each and every rib on their rib cages. I grab a handful of dirt from the ground before throwing it into their eyes, blinding them. The Trackers veer off their track of attacking me and crash into the trees. I hear the sounds of brittle bones being crushed, their skulls shattering on impact from how fast they were running. These Soulless fall to the ground, dead: four down, four to go. I was left with three Hunters and the le

The dawn crept quietly over Blackwood mansion. Sunlight entered of through the curtains, softening the sharp edges of the room that belonged to Jack, the new Commander of the trackers. Jack stood before the mirror, fastening the last strap of his leather armor. He let out a sigh as he looked at himself. The hunt was set to begin within the hour. Ten elite wolves, trained trackers, and Desmond’s personal scouts were waiting in the courtyard below. They believed they were preparing to hunt fugitives, only Jack knew he was about to lead them elsewhere.

But he knows about our trackers, jas Jas- yeah Jacks- why would he make sure the trackers saw him? Why didn't he leave? Something smells rotten. Jas- ..... good point. Have you had our update about Sasha? I watch Jacks face pale before he sprints from the room to go call home. I roll my shoulders hoping that the vampire lord isn't launching an attack of his own while we are camped out to get him.

“Are they really going to just let me fall back?” That's actually... cause me a sigh of relief. I'm tired by the eyes that following my every steps! Then there's Grandma I notice anxious and been in contact with the messengers lady. And everyone of them is given grandma a jade, however it only cause Grandma to deeply anxious. Then her expression greatly change, she said in certainty, “It must be those horrible species! The Lycan kidnapped the future of the huntress!” “Future... of the huntress?” I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise.

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

I made a stop in the kitchen and asked Beth to bring my mate some breakfast later and than made my way to the meeting. Entering Isaacs office and take place in his seat, an uneasy spreads inside me but before I can collect myself Jacks strom in" The trackers will be here soon. You have 15 minutes to tell me where he is. Did he had a breakdown again? What did I miss?" he throws the questions in one breath at me. " It's nothing like that, more complicated. But I assure you, he will have a breakdown after he comes back.. when he comes back " I state dry.

said the blond, I assumed meaning the bikers, and Jack argued that Hendler was still alive and would be an acceptable donor, and I moaned until Jack focused back on me. “No,” I whispered, coughing up a little more of my precious, dwindling blood. “Hendler’s too gross.” Something like a smile crossed Jack’s face, but it looked forced, and his brows were deeply furrowed. He leaned down, and gods, he was handsome. Maybe this would be the last thing I’d see. That wouldn’t be so bad, considering some of the alternatives. “I can’t say I blame you, but you said you’d starve before you drank from me, so it’s degrees of gross.” His arms tightened around me. “I’m not letting you die, so make up your f

The other end picked up and I said I need a donor now. My office was only a few blocks away and it took all my willpower to make it there and not suck the life out of some random person on the street. When I made it to my office my donor was waiting for me and I didn’t hesitate and took her in my arms and sunk my teeth right into her flesh, trying to stop the hunger that was taking over inside of me. I drank until I felt the body in my arms losing conscience and knew I had to stop or I was going to kill her but the hunger inside of me wasn’t even remotely satisfied. I pulled away and laid the body onto the floor and made another call for another and a cleanup crew.

Jax dragged out like a prized asset while others were left behind. By the time the massacre happened, he was long gone. That fact sat in his chest like a weight he couldn’t shift. He stood alone now, high above the base, staring out through reinforced glass at nothing in particular, jaw clenched so tightly it ached. He hadn’t slept. Hadn’t eaten. Hadn’t gone anywhere near the medical wing where Pandora and the child were being kept. He couldn’t. The knowledge burned too hot. Lucian. His name echoed through Jax’s head whether he wanted it to or not. The man who had shaped the hunters from the shadows. The man who had funded experiments, broken people, and treated bloodlines like currency.