Hunter Road Rovers Novels & Stories

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

HARRISON'S POV The Land Rover barely managed forty miles an hour and had an alarming habit of drifting toward the centre of the road whenever I took my hands off the wheel for a second. It looked less like a functioning vehicle and more like something abandoned in a transport museum. Drivers blasted their horns as they overtook, probably assuming I was participating in some vintage charity rally. In a strange way, it made the perfect escape vehicle. Nobody expected a fugitive to flee quite so slowly. I stayed off the motorways and followed back roads into Lancashire. An ancient road map, mouldy around the edges and dated sometime in the mid-sixties, lay spread across the passenger seat, guid

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.

Then, Tyr drove them off into the night. “Master, can you tell us what mission this is? This is our first mission at the dog shed. Martin and I are extremely excited.” Matthew would not stop talking during the journey. If Tyr was not driving, he would have kicked Matthew to the ground as he did in the past. Meanwhile, two Land Rovers were speeding along the highway from Prime City to Khanh City. A blonde-haired man sat in the backseat of the second Land Rover. His name was Larry Hendrick, and he was one of the expert fighters hired by Prime City’s Fisher family.

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.”

He couldn’t fight alone. Before he made it back to his hiding spot, the sounds of engines running drifted towards him. Did they bring more wolves? Had they devastated more packs with their kidnappings and killings? Many blacked-out SUVs and trucks appeared at the top of the road leading to the gates. About fifteen vehicles, all full of darkness. He didn’t sense any wolves among them. The front gate slid open before they reached it, and then the heavier-looking second gate was manually opened. Four Hunters stood on either side, standing at attention as the vehicles drove in.

Henry had noticed to, his hand balling up next to him. All of us stopped as we spied the caravan of cars driving up. It was a mix of old beaten-down trucks, cars, and vans that had seen better days. Next to them were even shifted wolves, running along side the vehicles. After seeing them, their scent hit me and I covered my mouth. “Don’t, Tahlia. Just try to breathe through your mouth.” Henry whispered, taking my hand and lacing his fingers between mine. “Show them no weakness.”