Novel & Cerita Hunter Survivors

“You shouldn’t have shifted. They will know what you look like.” ‘All dead.’ I link him. “I’m talking about other humans.” 'They already know we exist.' He comes to a stop in front of me. “But they didn’t know you existed.” All of those that did not survive the attack are wrapped in cloth and lined up in the garden. We had lost a dozen people but the Hunters had lost more. Aiden speaks a few words and one by one, sets fire to them as everyone stands looking on. Some had lost mates and were heartbroken, others I could hear talking about me and my Wolf.

Hearing running I glanced over at the hall and a group of survivors rushed by. “What's going on,” I asked them, and heard the shotgun go off in the storage area. “Creatures came in and we all took off,” a middle-aged guy said. I was bad at remembering his name but I knew the group had left the man with an injured leg and the older woman who had lost her twin. “Unbelievable, you leave the most vulnerable ones behind?” I said angrily while pulling out an arrow. Shaking my head I readied my bow and made my way back to the room.

He added, the same fear edging his voice. " Has there never been anyone who survived it?" I asked.. " In over a million people, traitors, rebels, only one has ever survived.." " But he was left nearly crippled..." " Thst person is your father, Rhys. ."

“I am Lira. A wanderer. I never stayed long enough to be found. I listened. I watched. I remembered names when others forgot them.” One by one, they spoke. A former scholar who memorized rituals because books were too dangerous to keep. A warrior who lost his mate during a purge and never lifted his blade again until now. A quiet man who said little beyond his name and the words, “I survived because someone else did not.” Each story was different. The pain was not. Elise listened to all of them. When the last voice fell silent, she exhaled slowly. “This is what remains of us,” she said. “Not because we were weak. Because we were hunted. Because we were erased.”

“I was the only one who survived yesterday’s hunt.” My entire body tensed. He must’ve seen the question in my eyes because he continued, his voice quieter now. “There were four of us in here. They let us out last night and… chased us.” He laughed bitterly, shaking his head. “I heard them screaming. Ripping flesh, breaking bones. I almost made it, too.” He closed his eyes, a grim smile tugging at his lips. “But then the sun came up, and they found me.” My stomach churned.

“I’m sorry, I believe I was misheard during my statement of emotional opposition.” “You were heard,” Evelyn said. “Denied, but heard.” “Lovely. Democracy remains dead.” Warren pointed at Gabriel. “He’s our guide.” Gabriel glanced back. “Which is why I know the fastest way to the station.” “That is not a comfort.” “It wasn’t meant to be.” Caleb rubbed both hands over his face. “I miss bridges. I said it. I didn’t mean to say it, but here we are.” Evelyn stepped closer to Warren and lowered her voice. “Gunshots mean survivors. Survivors are people who need information, supplies, or help. We don’t have to commit blind, but we can’t ignore it without knowing what we’re leaving behind.”

She was sobbing hysterically, begging me to let her in. Behind her, a horde of zombies slowly closed in. Faced with her desperate cries, I simply remained seated and continued cutting into the steak I hadn’t even gotten to taste yet. Not only did I keep eating, I even gestured for the guards and the chef to sit down as well. There was enough food for everyone. The guards were trained professionals. They understood that in a world like this, survival came first. Only the chef still carried the kind of compassion that no longer belonged in the apocalypse. He kept glancing anxiously toward the door.

Just calm, resolute: "I’ll come to you before dark. I’ll lead the way. We’ll bring them home. I’ll explain everything later." Then—nothing. The link closed. Simon stood still for several long seconds. Zyan stilled inside him too. Home. Could it be true? He turned slowly, looking out over the ravaged, exhausted crowd. They were leaning on trees, curled around children, sprawled out in tired clusters like refugees—because that’s what they were. Refugees of war. Of loss. Of fire and betrayal. But maybe… not for long.

Ryder’s arm brushed against her shoulder, grounding her even as the world felt like it was falling apart. All around them, survivors moved like ghosts—wolves stumbling through smoke with hollow eyes, some carrying the wounded, others clutching only the memory of what had been. A mother knelt in the dirt, clutching a pup to her chest, rocking back and forth. A pair of warriors tried to drag a broken support beam from a half-buried doorway, hoping—desperately—that someone inside still breathed.

Most died before symptoms fully developed. Others became Hollowfangs. Very few survived intact. But there had always been rumors about the rare survivors. Humans bitten during the Red Moon who somehow lived without fully turning. Broken in ways no one understood. Kael had spent years hunting those rumors. Years searching mass graves, refugee camps, abandoned quarantine zones. Searching for her. And now she was here. Alive. Fighting him like a cornered animal. But her eyes held nothing. No recognition. No memory. It felt like someone had reached into his chest and twisted.