Hunter Killers Book Novels & Stories

Whoever has taken her, doesn’t have the slightest ideia of the carnage I’ll be capable of doing if they touch a hair out of my woman’s head. “Fuck, when I find who did this, I’ll rip off very slowly the members of the mother fucker who dared touch my woman.” Hunter holds me by the arm, worried to see me so disturbed. “Adam, you have to calm down otherwise it can be worse for her.” “Fucking calm, Hunter. I’ll kill the bastard, very slow and no one will stop me, you can be sure of that. I only have three suspects: the two feds and the miserable Igor Kedrak.”

“You’re telepathic. Is there no end to your surprises?” “Did you take care of that horrible witch?” I asked as I licked my dry lips. She gave me a drink of cool water. “She’ll not be making any more zombies.” “Zombies,” I groaned. “My furnace will be as busy as if it was at Auschwitz.” “Only this once,” Peter said as he entered the room and sat on the bed next to me. “So, the zombies are no more?” “We’ve taken care of the zombie maker, so we’ll be able to track down whoever wasn’t with her tonight and deal with them. It won’t be en-mass though and some will be taken to the undertaker. We’ll only bring the advanced ones here.”

His companions were not far behind him and in the blink of an eye they were gone, leaving their drinks behind. Cathy threw her hands in the air. “Great! Now they have the rest of my money and I have half my orders.” “Teddy get Frank to get three trucks of our best wine and beers over here now.” Teddy went off to carry out his order while Theodore wiped his hands and with a smirk winked at Taylor who despite her boss’s obvious dislike of the man, blushed. Cathy rolled her eyes. The man was a charmer but she knew the truth about him. He was a dangerous Hunter who abducted and slit throats for a living. The kind of person she didn’t want around her.

Ludo had just witnessed Hunter kill a man. He walked back to the car. Ludo moved to the far left side of the backseat as she shook and looked at Hunter horrified. Hunter got into the car, locked the doors and wiped the blood on his hands with a cloth. “Why did you kill Mr. Jabulani?” Ludo asked shakingly. “So you even know his name. He burned me not too long ago. He saw me with Hilary and snitched.” “Who is Hilary?” “None of your business.”

Mary Sue replies. She’s partly right. I haven’t killed anyone since the senator, and let’s just say that he only barely fixed my itch for blood (especially as I blacked out for the actual killing part . . . ) However, what is really irritating is knowing Nick Jin or one of his cronies is lurking in the shadows somewhere in our hotel, randomly picking off hotel guests just to mess with me.

Ludo had just witnessed Hunter kill a man. He walked back to the car. Ludo moved to the far left side of the backseat as she shook and looked at Hunter horrified. Hunter got into the car, locked the doors and wiped the blood on his hands with a cloth. “Why did you kill Mr. Jabulani?” Ludo asked shakingly. “So you even know his name. He burned me not too long ago. He saw me with Hilary and snitched.” “Who is Hilary?” “None of your business.”

“And that symbol was everywhere.” The tunnel suddenly felt suffocating. “What happened to them?” I asked quietly. Hunter’s eyes lifted slowly toward me. For a second they looked haunted. Then he answered. “I think…” he said hoarsely. “I think I killed them.” The words hit me like ice water. Hunter looked horrified by his own statement. “I don’t know,” he added quickly. “Maybe not. I can’t remember clearly.” But the damage was already done. Because I could see the fear growing inside him now, not fear of Magnus, not fear of war, fear of himself.

"You're a lunatic, Victoria." I leaned against the window, watching the crowd pound on the glass. "But only lunatics are remembered, Agent." And this, all of this, was my masterpiece. The case exploded across the nation. Soon, the "Coma Killer" case was trending everywhere. [Former Art Prodigy Kills Ten: A Twisted Mind or a Deeper Conspiracy?] [Can a Person in a Coma Kill? Experts Weigh In on the Methods] The buzz on Twitter was hotter than the presidential election.

She smiled. It was a truly wicked smile, slow and devious and made all the more gruesome by the blood dripping down her chin. Light headed as I was, I still felt a chill as those dark, otherworldly eyes met mine. “Didn’t quite go to plan, did it, little hunter?” I smiled right back at her. I had an idea. I couldn’t doubt myself – I didn’t have any other options. “Yes,” I said, falling to the ground and grabbing the makeshift stake, hoping with my whole heart that it would work, that it would kill her, “it did.”

I smiled gently. “You have a warrior’s body.” I ran my fingers down a particularly ropey scar down her side. “What was this one from?” “Bobby Brown,” she said. “A werewolf that liked to hunt human children. He had a thing for their hearts. He’d barbecue them.” She shuddered with the memory. “He had killed my client’s nephew. Took me a week but I got him. Brought his heart to my client as proof.” She spoke matter of factly, no pride in her voice. She might not be proud of herself, but I was impressed. I had heard of Bobby Brown and had heard of the hunter that got him. I didn’t realize it was her.