Hunter Road Rovers Novels & Stories

They were called hunters. In his dying prayer, with the token of his faltering breath, the first Chavére Alpha provoked the ancient truce and etched it into his bloodline. In every decade, under the hunter’s moon, hunters with skills and strength comparable to the Lycans woke to protect wolves. And for a bleak moment, there was hope for the wolves.

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

And now back to the present Blake sat planning on how to take down Marcus, Edna and Derek and with the information he had gotten from Gerald he now knew where the camp which they lived was located in the woods. “My fellow hunters, tonight we embark on a mission to rid our land of the foul creatures that lurk in the shadows. We are the protectors of humanity, and we will not rest until every last vampire and werewolf is vanquished from our midst. Our mission is not for the faint of heart, but we are warriors born for this fight. Let us arm ourselves with courage and steel, and let our hunt begin. We will not falter, we will not fear, for we are the hunters, and our victory is assured. Let us

“Cael, Kyra.” Cael turned to Kyra and quickly pulled Kyra away. The branches of the tree wrapped around the two men and quickly pulled them closer to the trunk of the tree and, like the women, their bodies gradually sank into the trunk of the tree. The hunters’ weapons did nothing to stop it. “My metal claws didn’t work,” said Hugo. “My arrows too,” said Damon. “Even my Katana,” said Raven. “There are only three of us…” said the man. “Let’s go…” said one.

A truck from nowhere rammed unto the beast and he somersaulted backward, the truck was damaged too. Two Jeeps rode there and the gun men on the top opened fire on the beast. The beast covered it face as the bullets hit his hand. He flew up and smashes the car to the ground. Blood could be seen flowing out. It use it hand to hit the other jeep away and it scattered into two part. A Toyota Camry could be seen coming from afar with its light shinning bright. The beast covered it face to over the ray. Mr. Grimes using one hand to drive.

"Time to be the hunter. No more crates? No problem. I'll hunt monsters instead." He floored it. The massive black RV roared back onto the highway. This time, he didn't swerve around the zombies. Fifty kilometers later, he spotted a cluster of them—seven or eight shambling figures blocking the road. A savage grin spread across his face. "Hunting time." CRUNCH! CRUNCH! CRUNCH! Dull, heavy impacts echoed across the empty highway, punctuated by the crack of snapping bones. The black steel beast plowed into the horde at 80 km/h—like a bowling ball through a rack of pins.

When I had started target practice after a few months, they quickly became my go-to choice. The hand to hand combat portion of my evaluation was more difficult than I originally anticipated. It was in the outdoor training area behind the hunter training center, which I didn’t even see until after 6 months of indoor training. I had to hunt Alpha Avery himself and subdue him. We had gotten a little bit of snow, not enough to stick, but enough to have a thin layer in the mornings that would melt and moisten the ground by lunch time. That’s what made it more difficult. I came out of there a muddy mess, but equally muddy was Alpha Avery. He actually laughed and said it was a testament to my skill

Henry*** The night air was electric as the growl of engines shattered the silence. A fleet of sleek, armored vehicles snaked through the dense forest, their headlights cutting through the shadows like blades. At the center of it all was a black Rolls-Royce, its polished exterior gleaming ominously under the pale moonlight. The vehicle was a statement—a declaration of power, wealth, and unshakable authority.

These SUVs are my preferred mode of transportation. A black Range Rover is more than just any SUV; it is a luxury V8 SUV crafted by the esteemed British automaker, Land Rover. Its sleek and modern design is instantly recognizable, from the iconic front grille to the gracefully sloping roofline. Equipped with large alloy wheels and off- road tires, it exudes a sense of ruggedness, while its custom- built bullet-proof exterior and windows attest to its practicality in the perilous world I inhabit. Sliding into the driver’s seat, I relish the smooth ride as the engine roars to life. With a top speed of approximately 130 miles per hour, this beast can transport me swiftly to any destination.

She wanted to think about hot water, bed, and nothing but her men… “Are you ready?” Rhett came to the foot of the Unimog. “There’s a nice 4WD over there with our name on it,” he pointed to one of the Van Helsings’ trademark black 4WDs. “We’ll have to make sure to wind the windows down when we reach Havermouth so no one attacks us, but it’ll be a faster ride than on one of the Unimogs.”