Hunter Road Rovers Novels & Stories

Just glass optics, iron mechanics, and his own eye. "Five contacts," Ren called out, his voice steady despite the adrenaline flooding his system. "Armored Personnel Carriers. 'Rhino' class. Six wheels, reinforced plating, lead-lined against radiation." "That's the Blackwatch," Rook said, stepping up beside him. The old medic racked the slide of a combat shotgun, the sound echoing loudly in the bridge. He looked like a grim specter in his patchwork hazmat gear. "The Ministry's iron fist. They don't use AI targeting because AI can be hacked. They use eyes and fingers. You can't hack a man with a rifle, Ren."

I told her as we laughed together. ~ Hunter I rubbed my back again as I stood over the phone, waiting for the agency to get back to me on the secretary I had called them for. I still wondered what it was that happened last night. One moment, I had been waiting for the red light to turn green when from no where, a rover came and smashed into my car. I had been so disoriented it took a while for me to understand what had happened. By the time I got my myself, the car was no longer behind me. The only evidence I had of being hit was my dented car body and pieces of the vehicle that hit me.

Hunter slowed the Audi down to a crawl before entering a path hidden by an overgrowth of bushes. “Stop here.” I instructed Tasha, opening the car door before she even stopped fully. “Luna, wait for me,” she implored. I waited impatiently tapping my thigh while she pulled out of the road and hid her car between an opening in the sycamore lane. We hurried down the path Hunter took and noticed his car parked in front of an old farm style house, with a tower on the one side. The red shingle roof needed repair as bits of it were sliding down off it and the walls were cracked at places where plants forced their way into the plaster.

Hunter sprinted after Stone. He saw him cross the busy road without fear. The cars hooted causing traffic on the road. Hunter ran past the cars sliding on top of the hood of one car. He could see Stone looking back as he ran and everytime he did, he increased his pace but Hunter was on him like a lion. Getting closer to him, Hunter grabbed Stone's shirt bringing him to a stop and they both fell in the middle of the road.

The hunters are absorbed into the ground, while the shadows wrap around them and their guns. Before a battle can even begin, the ambush is over. Our pups are safe. Cherokee is unable to manipulate the Earth back to its original state, but she has managed to flatten the ground to enable us to keep driving. Cora feels the presence of more hunters coming. It has taken a little time to navigate the buses away from the hunters. We have called the authorities and then we are safely on our way. “Harrison, are you there? We are back on the road.” “Yes, we will wait by the roadside in Knutsford. We will travel together. We have Isla.”

The last stop is to Acura where my dad gets two Acura MDX for Alice and Matt's parents, one black and one blue to drive back to the pack house. After we got done we all met up at the diner for lunch. My dad started telling everyone about the new pack vehicle’s we ordered 6 pack suvs that are bulletproof. There are H-2 Hummers, all blacked out with 6.2L V8. It gets the job done for protecting ourselves when needed; they also have strong bumpers and run flats tires.

The huge monster of a car was the first thing I noticed when we stepped out of the house. It was a large, gleaming, black, square vehicle with tyres that looked like they could crush my skull. "Whoa," I breathed. "What's that? It looks like a tank." "It's a Humvee," Barry said excitedly, speaking up for the first time. "It's not just a 'tank'. It's the civilian H1. Basically a road-legal version of the AM General M998, the military's workhorse. It's got portal axles—the differentials are above the wheel hubs, giving us a crazy 16 inches of clearance. We can basically straddle boulders!"

He rolled his neck, and his eyes turned sinister. Then, like a beast unleashed, he lunged forward at them. The first guard raised his gun, but before he could pull the trigger, Hunter twisted his wrist and snapped it like a twig. The man’s scream echoed through the forest before Hunter delivered a swift kick to his gut, sending him flying backward. — A Jeep Wrangler Rubicon 392 cruised steadily down the road. The sound of the radio echoed inside, the driver tapping fingers on the wheel in time with the beat.

he says with a breathy laugh, his hands anchoring against my shoulders. "My wolf is getting very used to catching your frame," I tell him, slowly letting his waist go. We take a short, brisk hike over to the Nightclaw Rover. The vehicle is heavily lifted, sitting on fat, aggressive rubber tracks meant for climbing dangerous vertical trails and navigating wild pack borders. Luka walks completely around the massive frame, his eyes wide. "This machine is an absolute monster." I pull the heavy driver's door open, stepping back to leave the entrance clear. "Your wolf can take the wheel first."

They’ll want to check the wreckage to confirm I’m not inside. Keeping low to the ground, I hurried away from the crash as the hunters pulled up, hooting and hollering like the demented Americans they are. Now I don’t mean to say all Americans are demented. But the American hunters are an uncouth sort that takes a weird joy in killing, things being on fire, and vehicles getting into accidents. Whatever the case, their joyful hoots and hollers that I might be dead and arguments about who gets to take credit gave me time to get away. I hurried to the nearest neighborhood to search for a car to take.