Hunter Road Rovers Novels & Stories

His aggression got the better of him as he tossed the driver from the car and drove off after Sienna. After they were gone, I walked back into the mansion and went directly to my room. Grabbing a tablet from my drawer before searching through it for what I was looking for. When I'd first come here, I had planted multiple cameras throughout Hunter's compound, including each of his cars and in the hospital. To ensure I had full control of everything.

Tony manned the computer station with Talen leaning over him as the admin staff arriving for their shift nervously began the coffee brew unused to seeing either man there so early. The cameras around the office only caught a small section of the road in and out of the compound. “There,” Talen jabbed a finger at the screen. “Gentle,” Tony paused the feed and back tracked. They watched as a corner of a truck entered visual range and retreated towards Havermouth. “Not enough for a clear ID,” Tony said grimly. “Could be one of any dozen trucks.” Talen looked out of the window as an identical truck passed by, the insignia of the company sheening pearlescent in the daylight. R & H transport. Rain

The wounds on his shoulder were actively bleeding onto the fabric of the seat. We couldn't stay in the truck. Vance’s bloodhound compass would track the scent of my hybrid blood straight down this road within an hour. With an adrenaline-fueled strength I didn't know I possessed, I dragged Rohan out of the passenger side, his massive frame nearly crushing me as his dead weight collapsed against my shoulder. I bound his bad arm tightly to his torso with my flannel sleeve, then hooked my arm under his uninjured shoulder, physically dragging his boots through the mud as we stumbled blindly down into the steep, dark ravine beside the overpass.

He and his followers hurriedly made phone calls. Harvey, on the other hand, started to play with his phone while waiting nonchalantly. He had no intention to call anyone. He stood there waiting without a care for the world. His composed appearance angered Timothy even more. Vroom, vroom, vroom! Not more than ten minutes later, many cars appeared on sight. Wrangler, Prado, Land Cruiser, Benz G-Class, Rolls Royce Cullinan… All of them could be considered the top-of-the-line brands.

Every hand goes up. Not gradually. All at once, like they'd already decided before I finished speaking. Rowan looks at his raised hand and then at me. "Those are children they're hunting. We're sure." --- We position across the southern road with twelve minutes to spare before the lead vehicle reaches us.

I needed to hunt down a ride like this. “Hey, my Rover cost me three seasons of prime pelt trading, so don't go acting like it’s a cheap toy,” Zuberi growled, shoving Corwin’s long legs onto the leather bench and slamming the heavy door shut, his tail twitching with irritation. “Though, mine is the updated winter edition. Go ahead and drool over it.” He swung the front door open for me, and I climbed into the heated front cabin, feeling the thick, reinforced leather. Beautiful. I waited for him to slide his massive frame behind the wheel before we talked about high-speed pack vehicles. “I’m looking to claim one... an armored SUV, I mean. What kind of runners do Malakai and Tavon use?” I aske

If you were running from hunters, where would you go? An engine revving drew me towards the road. I raced out of the trees and sent up a silent prayer of thanks when I recognized Mona’s truck. I started running after it. “STOP! PLEASE!,” I hollered, chasing the speeding truck. I tripped over something and hit the ground. I looked up and saw the headlights too far in the distance to ever catch. I curled up in a ball with my arms around my legs, sobbing. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” I whispered.

Never unleashed. And Reed, God help her didn’t flinch. He didn’t lower his gun, either. His face was carved from stone. “You should’ve told me,” he said, his voice soft, dangerous. Her heart shattered. Axel’s smile widened, triumph blazing in his eyes. “She belongs with me.” Before Reed could answer, before Raven could speak, headlights flared at the far edge of the clearing. Trucks. Engines. Human Hunters. Dozens of them, armed to the teeth, pouring into the clearing like a wave of death.

"Bill Albright's out at the gate." "Want me to go let'im in?" Hunter shook his head. "Nah, I'll do it myself." He handed Rolly the tool he'd been using and grabbed a set of keys from a hook on the wall. Just outside the barn, he climbed onto a four-wheel ATV and fired it up. A few minutes later, he slid open the gate and watched Bill drive his SUV cruiser through. The sheriff buzzed down his window. "Like I said, I'm sorry to bother you. Is there someplace we could talk?"

Now I know other Hunters used their artificial intelligence to drive their cars too, so she must be wide eyed at my specific car. I did drive a Bugatti Chiron Noire, there were only 20 made in the entire world. This one was made specifically for me. I won't even tell you what I paid for it. I just smiled at the girl and hopped into my car. Jarvis already knew where we were going, so I sat back and enjoyed the ride. My mind kept going back to Damien and the newfound information I had uncovered. I still couldn't believe he owned Edge Enterprises. So this means he knows I'm a Hunter? Or does he really know where his products go when they are bought?