Hunter Road Rovers Novels & Stories

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.

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To be honest, it made sense. About three and half hours before the game, Lloyd and Jeremy show up at the coliseum in their separate vehicles; Lloyd arriving in a newer Dodge Ram 2500. The old man was proud of the Ox Blood red big horn with all the bells and whistles. One couldn’t miss his arrival with “A country boy can survive” bump in through the speakers. Then Jeremy in a Hot Roded out 1969 Chevy Camaro with matte black paint and blood red racing stripes. Style and class as he lowered his Soundsystem entering the parking lot, but the roar of His L89 Big Block engine bellowed under the interstate in the parking lot.

Hunter just kept darting over at her while she stared out of the window silently. When Hunter turned a corner, he came to a halt as a car approaching veered and stopped in the middle of the road, blocking half the road. A car he hadn't seen next to it also swerved and stopped in the middle of the road blocking the other half of the road. “What the hell?” Was all Hunter could say as he quickly tried to react and reverse. But behind him two cars pulled up and stopped, blocking the road. The car doors of all four cars swung open and men stood at each door pointing a gun towards them.

Things weren't easy after River and I got into an argument. Two weeks had passed. Helen was stuck right in the middle of things. I bought a 2004 Dodge Ram that was black. It had an extended cab. It was always good to have a four-wheel-drive in Montana. The winters were terrible. Sometimes it was hard to get to town and back home.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

I didn't really want to talk about Jayne or David though because it was still too painful to think about the both of them - even Link ignored it if it ever came up as a topic of conversation and we had never talked about it with each other. I smiled to myself as we finally crossed the line for my territory. I knew my warriors would be here any second because they would smell Bradley and that meant they would smell a rogue but the moment they saw he was with me, they would back the hell down and they would simply escort us back to the house. And, right on cue, three wolves appeared out of the trees with their teeth bared and the sound of their growls filling the empty space around us. They ha

I also put on my boots as he put his hood on and turned off the main power of the house. Raven secured the house before we left. We headed out and made a long detour since the tree that fell on the driveway was huge. He holds the bags while he holds my hand. He let me hop into Eino’s big Hummer first as he placed the bags beside me. Then, he opened the shotgun seat door and settled there. “I’m sorry about the leather. I’ll pay for the damages.” Raven said casually and I indeed noticed the luxury car that Eino was driving.