Hunter Chen Novels & Stories

"David Chen died in 2017. Genetic condition. Dr. Chen provided death certificate. Medical records. Burial documentation." "He died biologically. But his consciousness was preserved in quantum space. He has been operating through clone bodies for eight years. Transferring consciousness between them as each one fails." Subject Seven leaned forward. "Dr. Chen is not whistleblower. She is part of the operation. She is manipulating federal investigation to eliminate us while protecting her son." "That is insane—"

A week ago he was wanted for treason, now he had a seat at the table next to me and we were considering finding him a bride. Cassa lifts the first card. “Alexandra Chen. Alex. She’s human. The head of the Chen family. She’s young. Her parents died in a plane crash 15 years ago and she was raised by her aunt who was well immersed in the Founding Ten. She volunteered. There is a vampire in my family that could be a good match.” She sighs when she says the last part, as if she is unwilling to give a member of her family up for the Accord. But really, I know it’s probably because her family all play roles in her research team and that might mean delayed results.

THREE DAYS LATER – SAFE HOUSE – 3:47 AM Han hadn't slept in forty-eight hours. His eyes burned, his back ached, but he'd found something. A pattern in the chaos. "Wake up," he said, bursting into Chaewon and Jian's room. "Everyone. Now. I found him." Ten minutes later, the entire family stood in the war room, various states of awake, all focused. "The Architect," Han said, pulling up files. "Real name: Dr. Marcus Chen. Geneticist. Worked with Dr. Sarah Chen—the woman who created Luna and the other combat clones. They're siblings."

The hound doesn’t scream when they hit it. It calculates. Adapts. Its body liquefies mid-leap, reforming into something longer, sharper, built for speed. It bursts past them— And slams into an invisible wall. The Reverent’s shadows crystallize around it, sigils burning briefly before snapping tight. The hound thrashes, its form stuttering as definition crushes its adaptive loops. I skid to a halt and step forward, chest heaving. “You don’t get to change the rules anymore,” I say, voice echoing with layered power. “The Hunt sees you.”

Hunter sighed deeply and nudged the bay beneath him, gently shifting his weight to the right. "Let's go, Cheyenne," he muttered. The horse tossed her head and turned to the right, heading back toward the house. P.K. Chastain. Just the name irritated him. The notion of a grown man going by his initials struck Hunter as pretentious as fuck. The fact that P.K. Chastain was a lawyer representing Slade & Howell didn't engender him to the rancher any more than his name did.

He Chen was hiding behind Javen, but he was completely relieved, walked slowly towards him and finally threw himself into his arms. 'What's your name?' Wen Shi 'an's eyes are as gentle as water. 'My name is He Chen.' 'What should you call me now?' 'Dad.' He Chen was embarrassed to shout this name, and then quickly shrank into his arms. Suddenly, He Chen realized something, and his eyebrows drooped instantly. Wen Shi 'an was keenly aware of his unhappiness and asked, 'What's the matter with Chenchen?' 'But my mother is dead, and I can't even find her murderer.'

’ While Vincent wondered about this, Joel and Edgar looked at their friend, Hunter. Then, Hunter pointed to himself. “Are you calling me?” He asked Chandler. Vincent, Chandler and Adler looked at Hunter. “You said Mr. Hunter, and that’s my name,” Hunter defended. Chandler laughed. Vincent caught his forehead with his palms. And Adler just looked at the three as if they were annoying bugs. “No, Mr. Hunter,” Chandler replied to Hunter. He peered back to Adler and continued, “I called this man a Hunter because he is hunting evil guys. Right, Detective Adler?”

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.