Hunter Killers Book Novels & Stories

My eyes met with the highly in demand book that everyone seemed to want as it laid on the ground near the vampire. I picked it up without any second as I struggled to maintain its raw power within my hands. I could feel all of the magic radiating off of it in bulks but I still held onto tight. His eyes met mine just as I took hold of the book before he attempted to pry it out of my hands. “Hand it over , Hunter…this is none of your concern,” I could hear the underlying threat within his words but I didn’t care. “No! This seems to be the reason for all of this bloodshed and carnage. Why did you kill all of those people on the bus huh? Who are all these people after you and why do they want th

I chuckle at that: sarcastic, "they had said that the words spoken to me came from Cole Hunter, the Third, himself. He doesn't want us here anymore." I frown at that, "wait, even after all we've done," and I'm not questioning "You know I said it, too. I mean, everyone said it. Every Vampire. These kinds of species cannot trust us. We know that already. None of them can. Even the humans would have hated us and not put us as some magnificent being in their books, assuming they know what pain in the ass we are in reality. It's a brutal honesty." Hillary is right, actually. Those humans think it's a figment of their imagination, that one day, someone just woke up, having dreamt about Vampires an

He said and I nodded weakly. "Please." He walked closer. "There is something else." I looked at him. "What?" "The condition of the body suggests whoever did this wanted us to find him." My blood ran cold. "What do you mean?" "His body wasn't simply hidden." Hale's expression hardened. "It was left in a place investigators would eventually search." I swallowed. "So you're saying this was deliberate?" "I'm saying we don't know what the killer wanted." I looked toward the door. Suddenly, every sound outside felt louder.

Instead, he leaned back against a mahogany shelf, his casual sweater bunching at his shoulders. He looked at the stack of books on my desk, his eyes lingering on a tattered spine I had tucked at the bottom. "Wait, is that THE STAND?" he asked, pointing to the thick paperback. I looked down, my eyes landing on the book he was referring to. It was a survival horror story. Something about an alien invasion and humans getting wiped out one by one. "Oh. Yes. I’ve read it three times, but I find comfort in the end of the world sometimes. It makes my own feel... manageable."

I hear Ralph asking the paramedics witch broth him here. "A car crash, he had a female passenger as well she is badly injured. She is on the way to you with a second ambulance." When I heard that, I knew that Hunter is Hunter. Nothing changed after I left. Probably he was coming from a party like usual, where he will pick up a lady and go to one of his many apartments or houses through the city or better through the countries. He used to do this a lot. He will not be home with me for more than one hour. He was most of the time gone, and I did not hear anything from him for days. It was his pattern and habit. But I think now it was too far. His life was in danger now, and besides the paparazz

Staring at him she heard him say, “Now take my hand and take me inside. You know you should welcome me properly right?” She didn’t want to do that. Why would she ever want to touch him? How dare he even think that she would want him back in her life after all that he had done. But to her surprise she felt a pressure on her hand and not leaving eye contact she slowly moved her hand up to his, feeling the pain from the exertion she was putting on her own mind to try and defy him. Was she always like this? Was this truly who she was? What happened to the killer that didn’t fear anyone?

“Look, I don’t want to have to hurt you. It’s clear we have some knowledge of what’s going on which means that some of you have already talked (Lie) and since you haven’t seen any of your fellow rogues back in your pack, it means the ones that didn’t talk were killed and the ones that did have been protected enough to be safe from the rest of you. So I ask again, who is leading you and why are you here?” “You’re lying!” he shouted back. “Nobody could talk,” he says as he starts to slightly tremble. “What has got you so afraid that you would risk all of this pain and torture just to keep someone else’s secret?” “Who says there’s a secret? I was just talking to a hunter before he flipped out a

At the very next moment, the crystal necklace in Ivory's hands cracked, and the final wisps of my soul came out. My heart-wrenching sobs filled the hut. "Who's there? Show yourself! Stop trying to scare us!" Jillian cried out in a panic, looking as though she was genuinely afraid I'd returned as a vengeful spirit to claim her life. "As soon as Jillian arrived, the first thing she did was kill me." Everyone shuddered when they heard my eerie, haunting voice.

Changes happened twenty-seven years ago, which is also the year when Flint and Kasper were born. They also killed humans, but they only did it if they are harming them. They won't make a move first if humans won't attack them. The war between humans and werewolves happened because of that werewolf hunter. And Kasper and all the villagers believe that the peace in our village will only happen if they killed that hunter. Kasper stood up and begin to walk. But he stopped when someone bumped at him. "Oh! I'm sorry!" The lady said and start to pick up the books that fall on the ground. Kasper just help her pick up some of them.

The place was a mess, Vincent couldn't help be impressed at how well Danté drove this donkey of a vehicle, but as a result of that NASCAR stunt everything here was out of its place. He went through drawers and cupboards, checked the glove compartment and window visors, nothing stood out, just an old grandma's RV by all other means. He then noticed something sticking out underneath the rubble, kicking some away he picked up the small black book and opened it. His eyes went wide, a little side scheme Dante had, it wasn't unheard of for hunters to have things like this, the problem was keeping it a secret. Vincent knew of two hunters that got burned for this very same idea, and he didn't want D