Hunter Road Rovers Novels & Stories

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.

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?

Another hunter pointed out, and Gavin and I had achieved our purpose. "I guess we have to go back to the drawing table to find out who is behind these attacks." Gavin said, "I sent a team of hunter's to checkout some rogue activities down town and it checked out. Unfortunately my team killed all eight of them. I feel it is quite strange that rogues could organise themselves like this. We all need to be on the look out." Gavin said, and they all agreed. We all talked some more and dispersed from the joint.

The stranger turns a little and looks back toward the truck, “my nephew, her brother and my brother, her Dad.” As Robin steps sideways to look to the truck he edges closer to where he leaned his rifle up agains the wall next to the front door and he leans his hand against the door frame. He notices two other men in the truck, he also notices the three pine tree symbol described by Cammie. Robin, “well I’m sorry, but there are no girls on my homestead, unless you count my two sows and the hens.” Deciding it would be stupid to try detain the man with two others not far off.

One stray bullet, one high-energy steel bar missing its mark, and if it hit a fuel tank—boom. "Huh? Someone's here!" "Yo, that's a G-Class, isn't it?" "Off-roaders are made for rough terrain—and this one looks modified too—" "Rob him!" The seven who'd been working exchanged glances, then rushed over together. Since they'd been prying open fuel tanks, they were all holding tools—hammers, wrenches, whatever they had on hand. Now, those tools became weapons, and they charged at him with vicious expressions. Ray had more than enough time to get back in his car and leave.

Not to mention, if she did get caught, she'd like to take it with her to her new home. An hour later they were ready to go, just on time as the rest of the tribe's caravan was getting ready to pull out of town and make the two-day journey to Castle Rouge, the center of tribe Romula, where the Hunt would take place. "We are ready to go, Daddy! Everyone's trunks are packed to perfection!" Izzy exclaimed with glee. She clapped her hands twice in excitement then jumped up on the wagon, settling in the front seat next to her father, Richard. Kate climbed in the back and sat next to Maria and Susanna while Marcus, Susanna and Maria’s father, rode on his horse next to the wagon. The wagons slowly p

His hands were bound behind his back with the exact same wire as Hector’s. And right between his eyes was the exact same, flawlessly placed bullet hole. "I know him…" Gunner breathed, stepping up beside me. He crouched down in the mud, staring at the dead man’s face. "That’s Razor. He is a freelance driver from the west side. Specializes in machinery." My mind violently connected the dots. "He drove the reinforced truck." I stated coldly. “He was the one who crashed into our front gate during the attack.”