Hunter Killers Book Novels & Stories

Hunter was having cold feet and without all three of us agreeing to do this, we would hardly proceed. "It's just to fish out the killer," we wouldn't say it to each other but we knew we were ashamed to even admit that none of our mates had died natural deaths. It wasn't until the third- Rebecca, that we got to know that they were murdered. Even worse, right under our noses. The humiliation shattered us and affected us in different ways. It was evident in the bags under Hunter's eyes. He could hardly sleep. Not after what happened with Kate. "If there's one thing we know about this killer, it's that it only strikes on Dad's death anniversary," I explained. "That gives us enough time to prepar

But it wasn’t the monster that had my heart stopping in my chest. It was his eyes. “Ronan,” I breathed, barely recognizing the sound of my own voice. The wolf didn’t hesitate. He lunged, his claws slicing through the air as he slammed one of the hunters into the door with a sickening crack. The man crumpled, his body limp, his gun clattering to the floor. “What the fuck is that?” another hunter yelled, his voice cracking with fear as he aimed his weapon at Ronan. Before he could fire, Ronan was on him, pinning him to the wall. The man slumped, lifeless, as Ronan turned to me, his blue eyes blazing.

‘’ Evenly warned showing her fangs and claws ‘’Come on Evelyn we’re past that , we are still a pack without an Alpha so if anything goes down here we’ll die in the name of Rouges ‘’ Dante said ‘’What makes you so sure The person who killed your Alpha is here ? ‘’ Xavier asked I could feel the hair at the back of neck raise as I braced myself for what was gonna happen next . ‘’The killer’s description matches the profile of a hunter ‘’ As soon as heard the word hunter I bit my tongue waiting for him to complete his sentence ‘’ Someone people say he kills supernaturals just for the fun of it , he was last sighted here in South America ‘’

I ask him coldly. His eyes widens for a moment but he quickly masks it with a plain expression. The earlier shock is replaced by a resgined emotion. "I wonder why it takes you this long to realise that I am too involved in this deep shit, Anna." He replies very calmly but the ground slipped from under my feet. I had my suspicions but a tiny part of my heart was constantly denying that Hunter is also a dangerous man who murders people for his own sick plans. "Why Hunter?" My voice cracks much to my own resistance.

I typed into g****e 'hunters gang; LA And surprising it actually came up with a lot of results. I don't even know what I'm actually meant to be reading here, like its a bunch of jiberish, but in a different way I understand it as an assassin - ex assassin. They kill people Well so do- did I But we are different. I worked alone. These work in groups. Mhmm they are hot....wait what I see in bold italics headlined Parents of 7 year old, 14 year old, and 18 year old dead by shooting

"But you know what he did? He kissed me and confessed his love to me." Hunter was eerily quiet, his eyes taking in the two homicides kissing each other to demonstrate how it happened that day. His eyes flickered to their back at Claire. She was trembling vigorously now. Of course, she wasn't used to meeting homicides like this. First Zara, then Caine. Two in such a short time. It was more than normal for Hunter. Meeting them on a daily basis also meant that he knew how to get rid of them. His eyes dipped down to the first open button of his black shirt.

There was a Hunter in his hotel. The stench of death that clung to Hunters was hard to hide. The darkness, the evil in their souls, always gave them away. Hunters were human, but they committed so many heinous acts in their mission to eradicate all werewolves that he could never sense any humanity in them. Just death and darkness. He heard Layla’s elevated heartbeat behind him and turned to look at her. Her grip was so tight on the rail that he could see the metal bending between her fingers. He turned back to Britney quickly and gave her a tight smile.

Hunter tried to assure me. “Besides…” He leaned back into the cushion. “Wasn't the cause of death a Vampire, we will erase them with stupid ease before any more attack is carried out in these walls. I have a squad that answers to me and now indirectly, answers to you who are specialized in the art of darkling combat.” Hunter announced proudly. He seemed so confident, it became infectious. I began to think if I was the only one overthinking it. Maybe it was the creeping fog the previous night that still caused me an unpleasant feeling, or the horrible nightmare I initially had.

His leg bent the wrong way as he collapsed screaming, bone jutting through skin. I watched, unable to look away. Hilda was a killer. Not just someone who could kill—someone who had killed many times before. Killing was as natural to her as breathing. She didn't hesitate. Didn't flinch at the blood. Didn't show any emotion as she ended lives one after another. But there were too many. For every rogue that fell, two more took their place. And Rennick was recovering, his face already healing as he circled the fray.

’ Billy’s face lit up with positivity as soon as I uttered the word ‘No’. ‘So, why don’t you want to talk about it my pretty? ‘Because Billy, I am a murderer. I cannot believe that not too long ago, I Petunia just killed two people.’ I stood up from where I was sitting and walked towards the window. I started crying hysterically, almost forgetting that Billy was still in the room. It began to hit me that, two sisters were dead and I was the killer. ‘Okay okay okay, calm down my pretty,’ Billy held me and spoke softly to me. ‘You don’t want your neighbours to know what we had done right? So sit down and just breath.’ He held me gently and placed me on the bed in a sleeping position.