Hunter Road Rovers Novels & Stories

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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

If Rayna wanted to flirt, she could, but I wouldn’t be hiding behind him this time. Hunter’s Range Rover purred beneath us as we sped down the quiet road, the city blurring past. He didn’t talk much during the drive, his hands gripping the wheel tightly, his jaw set. As we pulled into the compound, the air around us seemed to shift. The gang’s headquarters was housed in a converted warehouse dark glass, steel walls, and rows of matte-black motorcycles and high-end cars lining the lot. Armed men stood at the gates, giving curt nods as Hunter passed.

I mutter, hatred still flowing through my veins instead of blood. I wrap the garrotte wire tighter across my hands, getting into stance as my eyes follow a subtle movement from the bushes. The signal is a howl from Ryker. Ragnar has us all briefed. My hands are covered in a pair of knuckle dusters. I had my leather jacket over my gear, which was actually a crop top and slick black pants that allowed me to move around, a utility belt with a series of knives strapped to it, and military boots. A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes.

They still didn't say a word and obviously losing his patience, he shot straight into the knees of two of them and I screamed as their blood splattered all over the place while they fell and writhed in pain. I looked at Mr Rover in fright and I went stiff when I didn't find a hint of remorse or empathy in his eyes. Instead, he looked exhausted, like he didn't want to be there but at the same time, wanted to teach them each a lesson. With that, he turned toward the one he didn't shoot and pressed the tip of his gun against his throat while looking him right in the eyes. “So tell me, who hurt her and made her cry?” He asked, his voice still calm and the man shook all over in utmost terror whil

To make matters worse, an SUV was in front of her, blocking the way. Hilda gritted her teeth and stepped all the way down on the accelerator, speeding forward until she was side by side with the truck heads. They converged toward her, and the three of them advanced simultaneously, the two trucks crushing her in the middle. If it were any normal car, it would've been squashed by now. But, her car was produced by Jordan Military Enterprise, so it could still withstand it for a while. Even so, Hilda could hear the sound of metal being scraped.