Hunter Killers Book Novels & Stories

When I awoke, it was dark outside, and I could hear people talking. “You should’ve stopped the interrogation; you could’ve killed her.” Sáta yelled at someone. “She told me not to, she knows how important our mission is.” General Abtez retorted. I sat up, looking at my blankets. Blood was everywhere, groaning I stood and headed outside. “Why is there a Berserker in my camp?” I asked Thana as Sáta and General Abtez jumped, turning to look at me.

No more risk. My phone buzzed. Text from Evan. Please think about it. I deleted it. No reply. Another from Clara. Meeting went well. Dad is moving fast. You two okay? I typed back. Fine. Focus on Vance. Lies. All of it. Nothing felt fine. The man I wanted more than anything carried the blood of my brother's killer. Christian Ryder. The name alone made me sick. I stood up. Paced the small room. Bed. Window. Door. Evan had been everywhere in here. His laugh. His touch. His stupid perfect smile. Now it all tasted like poison.

Hell, I even wished all of them death thinking they are an omen to the pack and existence of werekind. Yet it turns out they are not the monsters here. We are. They are the victims. And we are the hunters who made their lives miserable more than they already are. Being one of those monsters, how could I live with the guilt? I sighed when I suddenly remembered what Val said. Her words echoing inside my mind. "It is time, our people needs us," the words came out at the same time I heard a familiar voice. I turned around just after I saw Hunter's eyes widen in shock as he tilted his head, looking upward.

Its pages were yellowed and brittle with age, covered in an elegant, spidery script that spoke of centuries of secrets. "This is the Blood Ledger," Finch said, his voice as calm and deep as a forest pool at midnight. He adjusted his gold-rimmed spectacles, his long, slender fingers tracing the embossed, blood-red title on the cover with a historian's reverence. "It is an unsanctioned, unofficial, and utterly terrifying record of the world's most dangerous freelance hunters, assassins, and enforcers. They serve no council, pledge allegiance to no species. Their only loyalties are to coin and carnage."

I admit quietly. I stood tensely, waiting for her to pull away from me. I jumped when her arms went around my waist before her head was laid on my chest. My wall exploded as I let her hand go to wrap my arms around her. I buried my face in her hair as I clung to her. “I’m going to kill those fuckers,” she growled. “I am going to hunt them down and slit their throats.” My arms tightened around her waist. “Elena, I don’t want their blood on your hands. You’re too good for that.”

Hunter said, his tone calm but loaded with meaning. “You mean the mission where we thought you weren’t coming back alive?” Rafael shot back, his voice sharp, cutting through the tension. The others turned to look at Hunter, their expressions somber. That was one mission they couldn’t forget—even now. Charles suddenly chimed in, curiosity flashing in his eyes. “But why kill kids? If these Shadows are professional assassins, why bother with street kids? What’s the point?” “Good question,” Hunter said with a nod. He tapped a key, and new images appeared on the screen—this time, close-ups of the victims’ hands. “These kids weren’t just killed; they were used as lab rats.”

AUTHOR’S POV: Once Zara passed out, the killer pulled his silver weapon out of his hood. He raised his hand in the air to finish his task and brought it towards her chest but someone stopped him by grabbing his hand in the air. The killer looked at his left to see the owner of the hand and was left shocked because the person standing in front, was least expected to be there. It was Sunny. Sunny eyes widen seeing the infamous killer so close to him. He was shocked but didn’t let the feeling take over himself and with all his might he pushed the killer harshly back. The hooded killer stumbled and fell into the cold water. Then moved towards Zara,

Hunter killed the f*cker who was on top of him and that was when his eyes fell on the flicker of caramel skin behind the trees far away from him. His eyes narrowed and then widened realizing it was Silvia. Hunter felt raw fury consume his very being and all he saw was red.

His lips twitch into a grin before he disappeared in front of me and when I looked back, I know that he was holding Victoria Stephen’s neck and was ready to kill her. Poor unconscious woman. She doesn’t know that someone is trying to kill her. “ Can we at least have some peace?” Alpha Zac plead as he slumped himself into the floor and just lay there like a fucking child. His hands play a blade full of blood. Surely, they did go and hunt. The glistening excitement over his eyes made me guess that his victims didn’t take it easy before succumbing to death. Alpha Zac loves it hard and painful. The same thing that I delivered but I do it because I want to.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.