Hunter Road Rovers Novels & Stories

Silver Haven Fortress The engines roared like beasts of steel and gasoline, a pack of black SUVs kicking up dust across the half-dead road that cut through Silver Haven’s ridges. Their headlights cut through the foggy gloom, beams dancing across pine and stone. Beside us, other convoys mirrored the sight—Green Briar, Pearl, Crescent, Celestia—all bound by one command. And weaving in and out of the formation ran wolves in their true forms, claws tearing earth, flanks bristling with harnesses strapped with rifles and knives.

Once inside, Hunter reversed the car sharply, speeding away from the scene. As they passed the motorcycles and cars belonging to Giovanni’s men, Hunter brought the car to a brief stop. He aimed his gun and fired at two of the motorcycles, hitting their fuel tanks. The bikes exploded instantly, the flames spreading to a nearby car, which also erupted in a fiery blast. Satisfied with the destruction, Hunter hit the gas, driving them away from the chaos.

River said in a low, controlled voice, his gaze locked on the rogues through the tinted windows, “do we still have the machete in the trunk?” That made me raise my brows. A what? Hudson, sitting stiffly in the front seat, smirked. “Machete? Sure. But I was hoping for the grenade launcher.” I choked. “What kind of limo is this?” Hudson twisted around to look at me, his grin only growing. “The kind that plans for surprises, sweetheart. And trust me, this? Barely qualifies as one.” Okay, does River has a lot of enemies that they were prepared for things like this?

Just as I do with INE. The extra gear was heavy but worth it. When Hunji and Mathias visited Travis, they brought replenished weapons that Mike was able to electrically charge. Only two whips and a few arrows but we had no idea what we would be facing in this forgotten kingdom. We kept our eyes peeled and ears open as we ventured down the long and straight overgrown and wide path. Passing rusted vehicles that were but a shell now, covered in greenery that had swallowed the true identity of what it once was. I could barely make out that they used to be cars.

A huge truck came out of nowhere from his left forcing him to stop the car abruptly making a screeching noise as he held out his arm to keep his mom safe from hitting the dashboard. As soon as the car stopped he realized that he got hurt as blood dripped down his forehead. "Are you alright, mom?" Hunter asked, looking at Emma making sure she wasn't injured. Her eyes were wide as she gave a nod. Hunter glanced at the truck and his eyes narrowed at the driver who got out of the car. That driver's eyes turned golden and Hunter knew he was about to shift. In the blink of an eye, he yanked the gun from under his seat and aimed at that shifting werewolf.

Hurried away. Riding a full black Ford Ranger Raptor, Tristan cut through the streets of London to quickly reach the New Hampshire forest area not far from Southampton. After almost an hour of driving, he finally arrived at his destination strictly at nine in the morning. Edward's black Jeep Rubicon was parked next to several other cars. As soon as he got off, Tristan was immediately greeted by friends and other hunting participants. "Since when did you guys arrive?" Tristan asked as he got out of the car and went straight to his friends.

He raised an eyebrow. “I'll survive," I replied quietly, although neither of us sounded convinced by the answer. He walked over to the second vehicle and ran his hand along the side of it. "That's your car?" I asked curiously to which he gave a nod. "Yeah. It's a 4Runner," he explained. "Perfect for rough terrain and off-road driving." He then tapped the hood of the Chevrolet we'd just arrived in and smiled. "This beauty, on the other hand, is for the civilized roads."

The convoy left the bitumen and took the narrow turn. Chris led in a white BMW X1, Rebecca up front and Scott behind them watching through the gap in the seats. A Forester, an Everest, an Audi Q5, a Cayenne hybrid, and the battered Bambi’s Gardening & Transformations truck followed, bumping on the old gravel. Cast-iron gates waited under crumbling pillars. Moss-draped lion gargoyles bared teeth at the road. A rusted arch spelled it out in flaking script: DAVIDSON MANOR.

As I was trying to come up with a plan for taking down the last hunter on watch without being detected something came crashing out the window. It was one of the two hunters that were searching inside. The one I had just been planning on killing checked his friends pulse before cursing and jumping through the now shattered window. It seemed they found Mom and she was pissed. I could hear her wolf losing her shit. I jumped in just in time. My mom had her claws digging into the chest of the other hunter that had been searching the house. However she was not moving or completing the kill. The hunter who just came in from outside was holding a crying two month old Richard and in his other hand he

The rooftop was empty, and the second floor was already more than halfway underwater. As Nicole left, she glanced at the Hummer she'd had her eye on in the parking deck. It was the same model as the one owned by Zeph. It had high clearance, insane torque, and aggressive lines. In an apocalypse, it was a real war machine, something that could smash an ordinary SUV aside without slowing down. Too bad her storage space couldn't take it. Compared to that, she chose the RV instead. It was more comfortable and versatile.