Hunter-gardener Novels & Stories

The beta is usually a relative of the alpha. ‘Directly below the beta is what’s called a gamma. They are the best warrior a sleuth has. The gamma stands alone. There is not a gamma sow or a gamma boar. They train the sleuth and protect them. They are who the alpha sends when they need someone hunted down or interrogated. Everyone else is just known by their names and holds no title. They follow the alpha without hesitancy or defiance.’

He was shirtless, jeans hanging low, a sheen of sweat across his chest like he’d been working out here in the heat for a while before I wandered in. A scar cut through his left eyebrow and down, thin and deliberate looking. Tribal tattoos ran up both arms and across his collarbone in dark patterns that looked ancient. He looked dangerous. Not the kind that made threats. The kind that never needed to. “I’m so sorry,” I said quickly, holding up the sunflower like evidence of a crime. “You must be the gardener ,I didn’t mean to trespass, I was just walking and I heard the sounds of the stream. I will replace it if you want me to “

She became tense, but sighed heavily before answering. "It's not a real garden, it's a themed room made to look like a garden. Hunting is a game where Subs need to run and hide from their owners. If by the end of time they are not found, they win. If not, your owner can take it the way he wants. I looked for any movement at the door, there was only the circulation of the goers of that floor. Julia was still biting her nails when I turned to her. "What can happen bad?

kay, so he gets points for having more skill than I would give a hunter credit. I always figured hunters used whatever bits of magic they picked up to hunt us down and find new inventive ways to kill us. Though I suppose being able to disguise themselves as well as Khalid’s Clark Kent glasses would help them better infiltrate and make stealth kills if their target could recognize them.

I feel like an enemy right now. But I am not going to tell on them. Their secret is safe with me. But..... It is sickening. They are cousins. They have to stop. ***************** A FEW MINUTES LATER...... THE KITCHEN...... With some plates in my hands, I walked towards the sink but I saw the gardener again through the windows. He is dressed in the same outfit as yesterday and is working in the garden. I placed the plates in the sink slowly as I kept staring at him.

"Please, Khaid. When you are done with your father, branch the dining. I’ll quickly prepare your favorite pepper soup." Khaid forced a small, practiced smile. The kind of perfunctory smile he used for sponsors and nodded, proceeding to the garden. He navigated his way to the garden. Each path and building he came across striking different memories. He soon got to the entrance of the garden. In the manicured garden, Nepher Jager was indeed at work, putting on gloves and sturdy boots, holding a farm scissors and meticulously pruning an overgrown flower bush. "Father," Khaid called out.

I need love, since I saw that gardener this morning, my thoughts inevitably drift to him, to his large hands on my body, to his perfect face. - Sarah, Sarah, you’re daydreaming today. Is everything okay? - Yes, mother-in-law, I’m fine. - I need to introduce you to the new gardener. He started this morning. The last one, who was his uncle, has retired. - Okay, what’s his name? - You know I don’t pay attention to all those names of proletarians. They all have the same names. - I see.

"I am dead, boy. The Orchid keeps my brain firing, but my body is fertilizer. If you take the flower... I turn to dust." Hyena stepped forward. "I don't care about your family drama. I have a quota." Hyena raised his gun. "No!" Jack shouted. Hyena fired. The bullet hit the vine protecting Alan’s chest. But the vine didn't break. It caught the bullet. The garden woke up. The trees shifted. The grass turned into spikes. "HOSTILE ACTION DETECTED," The Gardener's voice changed. It became the booming voice of the Pyramid. Vines shot out from the floor. They wrapped around Hyena's men on the perimeter.

She paused at the edge of the garden when she noticed the gardener was working. She stood at the edge of the garden, watching the gardener toil under the scorching afternoon sun. He moved with a rhythmic precision, muscles flexing under his tan skin as he lifted the bags of soil, raked the flowerbeds, and pruned the rose bushes. The way his muscles flexed had his clitoris twitching. She blushed furiously as she felt a heat she hadn’t experienced in years rising in her chest.

He doesn’t even scream when my teeth latch onto his throat. I kill all of them. Sniffing them out from their hiding places. Ripping their heads from their tender little bodies. I didn’t care if the other humans saw me. They needed to know that we couldn’t be fucked with. Charging through the house, I could smell how we had lost many. They had been directly hit in the heart and there would be no coming back from that. Aslow, Aiden and many of the others were surrounded by dead Hunter’s in the garden. Aiden has an arrow sticking out of his shoulder and Aslow is preparing to remove it.