Hunter Road Rovers Novels & Stories

The colors light pink and orange-yellow meshed together perfectly in the sky as the sun touched the horizon. I looked at him, he wasn't paying attention to the beautiful scenario presented to us. He was taking things out of the vehicle we came from, which I just noticed was a truck. The truck was a 2019 Chevrolet Silverado 3500HD. I suddenly envy Adrien a bit now. "Hunter!" He yelled my name, immediately snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked at him a little confused on why he called me, and he motioned me to walk towards him. I obliged.

The cars are waiting and we all head to the Shadow Ridge pack house in an impressive ten car strong convoy. Hunter could do this by himself. That is how it is usually done, but these circumstances are anything but usual. During the brief drive, I have a few moments to reflect on the course of events that led us here. One thing keeps coming to mind, something seemingly small and insignificant, but it won’t leave my mind.

The memory of yellow eyes in the forest, the way he’d stepped aside. “I don’t know.” Ronan studied me. “Rogues don’t spare unknown wolves. Especially not untrained ones.” “He said… they would kill me for breathing.” Ronan went still. “That’s a Council phrase,” he said quietly. My stomach dropped. “So they already knew about me.” “Yes.” “How?” His gaze flicked away for the first time. “There are records. Bloodlines. Scents that don’t disappear.” “Like mine.” “Like yours.”

His hands were bound behind his back with the exact same wire as Hector’s. And right between his eyes was the exact same, flawlessly placed bullet hole. "I know him…" Gunner breathed, stepping up beside me. He crouched down in the mud, staring at the dead man’s face. "That’s Razor. He is a freelance driver from the west side. Specializes in machinery." My mind violently connected the dots. "He drove the reinforced truck." I stated coldly. “He was the one who crashed into our front gate during the attack.”

I begin, but it is too late. A truck veers out from a side road, its headlights blinding as it barrels toward our convoy. Holmes reacts with years of training, swerving hard to avoid a direct hit, but the attacking vehicle still catches our rear quarter panel. The impact sends our SUV spinning. I brace myself against the door as we careen off the road and into the thick underbrush. Beside me, Roxy screams as she is thrown sideways. Her head smashes against the window with a sickening crack.

The massive armored vehicle gleamed beneath the morning sunlight like a beast built for war. Its heavy reinforced structure, bulletproof exterior, and intimidating presence made it look less like a family car and more like something meant for a battlefield. Adrian opened the back door calmly. “Anything to keep my family safe,” he muttered. Evelyn stared at the vehicle in disbelief. “This is a Range Rover Sentinel.” “That thing looks like a tank.” “It’s the safest option I could think of,” Adrian replied calmly. “No matter the attack, you’ll all be safe inside this.”

"It's because of my kindness that we became husband and wife, and we have a son." Logan Morgan put his arm around her shoulder, looking somewhat guilty, "You're the best woman I've ever met." Wilson timely expressed admiration, "You two are truly enviable as a couple." Logan Morgan snorted, "You'd better introduce us to the cars quickly. If my son is wronged here again, I won't let you off so easily." "Alright..." Herry had his eyes set on the most expensive off-road vehicle. He went over the barrier and kicked the car door, "Dad! This car is really sturdy, look! No matter how hard I kick, it won't dent!"

they scurry away like startled mice. More Hunters emerge from the truck, spilling out like clowns from a clown car at the circus. Seven in total, each one looking more stern and serious than the last. A couple of them lug stretchers from the back of the truck and carefully load up the battered and bruised Hunters. One of the newly arrived Hunters catches my attention. Let's call him Mr. Aura, because, well, he's got this formidable aura surrounding him like a force field. His eyes sweep over me and the destroyed yard, taking in the scene with a keen, assessing gaze.

I sighed and continue the song. Think of me Wait for m- The song was cut off abruptly by the sound of a motorcycle roaring outside, I glanced outside to see a person was parking his motorcycle outside and with a loud roar the engine died down and the person unmounted it. The motorcycle was white, with black front glass, the rider was wearing a black long coat that looks like he should be wearing a fancy limousine instead. He pulls off his helmet and pulls it to his waist. My heart thumped. What a nice-looking stranger I thought. It will be nice if my love life could be as nice as that.

Rough, scorching. "Get in, I'll give you a ride back." It was a modified Ford Raptor, its chassis ridiculously high, the whole vehicle a matte black, looking like an armored beast straight off a battlefield. The engine roared as we sped down Route 66. The wind was strong, carrying red dust. Jasper steered with one hand, the other holding a half-smoked cigar, casually resting on the open window. "See that dry river valley over there?" He pointed with his cigar to the red rock walls outside the window.