Hunter Survivors Novels & Stories

I had shattered the overhead light fixture and driven the jagged shards straight through his throat. At that moment, my daughters had cried out, "Mom!" Then, I was swallowed by endless darkness. I didn’t know what would happen to them after something like that… until, in that pitch-black void, I saw two faintly glowing figures ahead of me. It was them. Just like me… they were dead. Overwhelmed with grief and fury, tears of blood streaming down my face, I demanded to know what I had done to deserve this. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Vanessa was about to bring her four children to my home.

It's been nearly two months since the incident. I'm thankful to be alive and with my family. For a while, I didn't think I would ever get the opportunity to ever see them again. Yet at the same time, I couldn't ignore the void I felt within me. I had hoped that once I woke up that I would see Hunter. He was the first thing I asked about once my memory of the event came back to me. I was happy to know that both he and Ash had not only survived but were ok. I thought for sure that Hunter would come to visit me. So consider myself disappointed to hear that he hadn't. I could literally feel my heart rip from my chest, knowing that Hunter hadn't even come to check on me.

The air was thick with the acrid stench of smoke and blood, and her chest tightened at the sight of so much loss. “This wasn’t just an attack,” Damon said, his voice grim as he stepped beside her. “This was a message.” Hazel turned to him, her heart pounding. “A message to who?” “To us,” Damon said, his gaze hard and unyielding. --- The survivors were few, huddled in the remains of a barracks that had been spared the worst of the flames. Hazel knelt beside a young soldier, his face pale and streaked with soot. “What happened here?” she asked gently.

- Kaye after the looting, the Lv2 Hunter leaves a slightly larger blue crystal Bhlezy stands with the help of Dessa, and she slowly picks her 5 Fangs of Daruga because of shock, the survivors fall in their knees and tears suddenly show to their eyes "it's over..." "mama... papa..." "my daughter..." like an endless river, the survivor cries to their love ones who had been killed by the Lv2 Hunter the group of Bobby slowly comes forward to survivor "Is this all the survivors?"- Bobby an old man looks at Bobby and speak "no there are still survivors in the nearby houses whose luckily survive" an elder woman follows up it

, Croads, a middle-aged woman with brown hair and glasses, said. Except, it's not. She's dealing with enough right now. "Are you close with the victim?", SSA Briggs questioned, looking at me curiously. Briggs is practically a teenager, with shaggy blonde hair, very thin. "She's not a victim. Don't call her that. Her name is Amelia, and she's a survivor", I couldn't stop the words from flowing from my mouth. "The only one", Briggs uttered. "So you are close to her? Have you considered that being the reason for not catching him yet?", Croads said coldly. "Croads", Loveless snapped, shaking his head at her.

A woman near what had been the lodge entrance, curled around something small that I couldn't look at for more than a second without feeling something inside me crack. Fenn met us at the edge of the compound. He was pale, his icy blue eyes red-rimmed, his jaw set in the rigid line of someone holding himself together by force of will alone. “How many survivors?” I asked. “Twelve. They were in the woods when it happened. Hunters. A couple of teenagers who'd snuck out.” He swallowed. “Everyone else was here.” Forty families. And twelve survived because they weren't home. “What did this?” Cain's voice was flat. Operational. But I could hear the undercurrent beneath it. The barely contained fury o

They stumbled upon a makeshift camp, where other survivors had gathered. A weary woman approached them, her eyes reflecting the hardship they all endured. "You two new around here?" Alex nodded, "Yeah, just passing through. Any word on a safe haven, or a cure?" The woman sighed, "No cure yet, but there's a rumor of a settlement up north. They say it's secure and working on a solution." Hope flickered in Emily's eyes. "Lead the way, then. We're in this for the long haul." As the trio embarked on a journey toward the rumored sanctuary, their conversations echoed with tales of survival, loss, and a shared desire for a brighter tomorrow.

Teeven had a slight frown on his face as he tried not to appear insensitive. “We suffered great losses. Twenty members died in an explosion at our den. We had a hunter that was targeting us, but he has been dealt with.” I gave them some background information that led to the explosion and the aftermath of it all. I didn’t elaborate to the kidnapping or the torture. “My sincere condolences for your losses. These hunters. We had a hunter too, a long time ago, I was perhaps a baby at the time.” We agreed that hunters needed to be hunted and not the other way around.

It made it easier and faster for the people to enter the east. Gunshots would ring out after one another, and every time Farrah hears it, she would flinch. It wasn’t as if she never heard of it, it was just that every time that sound would stop, it means someone is either dead or on the verge of it. It took several hours before the ability-holders finally eliminated the two zombies, with 23 people as casualties. She heard cries of agony throughout the night, yet no one dared to comfort them. In this world where having to live a day is a blessing, there’s no use of drowning yourself in agony. You must be strong, because maybe tomorrow—you’re the next one to perish.