Hunter Killers Book Novels & Stories

Stupid creatures! I left and let them all there. I went home to my apartment, I didn't want to go to school anymore because I knew they would never come back and they would take care of the funeral of my dead classmate. Five of my classmates died instantly. Who would be better off killing from them next? Ace or Clark? Or my ex boyfriend, Hunter. Hmm. I think, I want the latter.

They instinctively looked down. Then everyone froze. The pink, suggestive interface of "Goddess Hunter" disappeared. It was replaced by a cold black interface that looked like a tombstone. At the center of the screen, the photo of me that had been treated as prey vanished too. In its place was Gary's face, twisted with shock. Under his photo, blood red words slowly appeared. [New game activated, Scumbag Hunter.] [Target: Gary Zachary York.] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time.

Khalid let out a ragged breath. I know how hard it is to talk about this. But Khalid has to say it. There cannot be any doubt left in these people’s minds. They need the truth, and only he can give it to them. “I don’t care who here thinks I chose wrong. Sakina Adio was a monster, and I did what a hunter does. I killed the monster.” “I believe you!” A voice called out as a man around Khalid’s age came forward from the group of hunters. That one voice turned to others nodding or calling out their support of Khalid.

“ I found out a few things that are a bit odd and concerning. It turns out the pack they are registering is called Ash Wood and has many supernaturals not just Werewolves. They also have many Spell-casters, Vampires and even have Hunters in their so called pack!” I jumped up from my chair in a rage, “What? Not only do they not care one bit about letting other supernaturals join them! They even have the fucking audacity to let in Hunters? Those Jerk-Offs are nothing but self righteous murderers! Any supernatural who considers any of their ilk a friend is simply a traitor!” When I had only been two years old my mother had been brutally killed by Hunters from The Order of Orion. It was thanks t

I nodded to Xavier, he had every right to hate me, and if that made him feel better, then I would take it. I closed my eyes as he raised the knife and waited for him to plunge it deep into my chest. To be continued… (This book is a Duet, the Hunter and The Hunted. The Hunted i still being written, please see my website for more information. It is on my to be written list after I finish my final revisions of my main series and the spin off completion.)

One Mathew was willing to dispose of after she did his biding. "Then who is the threat?", her head tilted unconsciously, scrutinising his every move. "Alpha Damien Anderson, of the Blue blood pack" he growled. Andrea noticed how his fists clenched, his eyes glazed over – his wolfs anger giving away his hatred. "They will kill me the moment I succeed", the alpha before her smirked knowingly at her words. Alpha Damien of the Blue Moon pack was the most ruthless Alpha in centuries and Mathew was certain his people would hunt her down if she succeeded. If she failed then he would certainly kill her himself.

Stephen leaped on him, taking him down with him. "Steph". Ace called him but it was late. Callum saw his eyes flashing yellow. A bright yellow. Pupils dilated. Stephen had Adam's neck exposed as his fangs elongated and the last thing Callum saw was those fangs sinking in the crook of Adam's neck and then he lost his consciousness. It was too much for him. "Tsk tsk tsk. You let your wolf overpower you". Zol said unamused. Though they didn’t put any charge on Stephen for killing Adam, because they knew Adam had few things on his hands to be taken care of. But they were kind of disappointed.

The bullets glowed with some kind of enchantment, pulsing with contained power. He didn't hesitate. Didn't announce himself. He just fired. Three shots. Perfect placement. Shoulder, chest, leg. The enchanted bullets hit Heriberto before the warlock could react. Each impact sent ripples of silver light through his dark shields. Heriberto stumbled, genuine surprise flashing across his face. "Witch-killer rounds." He touched his shoulder where dark blood oozed. "Where did a Hunter get those?" "I have friends in low places." My father's voice was cold. Lethal. This was the Hunter I'd heard about but never seen—the man who'd spent eighteen years preparing for this moment. "And I've been preparing

My pulse was hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. Hunters weren’t your average mercenaries. They didn’t care about pack politics or rogue rivalries — they were zealots. They believed in purging anything supernatural. Wolves, witches, hybrids. People like me. The first arrow came out of nowhere, whistling past my ear before embedding itself into the metal door of a rusted van. The impact vibrated up my bones. I didn’t even have time to scream before the second one hit Kellen’s shoulder. He grunted, staggering forward but refusing to go down. Roman doubled back, shoving me behind a stack of crates.

I flicked the hammer on the gun and barged into the kitchen. Nothing could have prepared me for what I walked in on. I was staring down seven gun barrels aimed at my head. Dread welled up in my chest and my stomach twists into knots. There were eight men squished up in my small kitchen. But only one had my heart sinking to my foot. Enzo Corretti. The King of New York. Without a doubt that is the man standing in my kitchen with a glass of water to his lips and a blank look in his green eyes. His file said he was handsome but Jesus Christ!