Hunters Of Dune Novels & Stories

He lunged. He didn't have the Sovereign’s juice, but he had the "Quiet." His human soul was a void that the drones couldn't track. He moved like a glitch, his pulse-claymore shearing through the liquid-shadow limbs of the first drone. It didn't bleed; it dissipated into static. "Is that all?" Nevan roared. Five more shards hit the ground. Ten. Twenty. The steppe was being peppered with the Source’s hunters. They moved with a terrifying, synchronized grace, a hive-mind focused on the bunker beneath the gantry.

Within seconds, the rear transport bays of the interceptors flew open, and thirty-two fully armored Crescent warriors vaulted out onto the gravel courtyard, their tactical rifles raised in a synchronized, low-ready stance. The garrison doors split wide, and a squad of twelve human hunters sprinted out into the flashing orange light of the emergency beacons. They were dressed in dark, specialized tactical uniforms, their faces covered by ballistic masks, their high-velocity rifles loaded with the silver-tipped ordnance meant to liquidate an Alpha bloodline. "Fire at will!" the hunter commander shouted, raising his sidearm. But before a single human finger could pull a trigger, Elara moved.

“Can you hear them too?” To her knowledge, she was the only one who could hear and see them. Even before Rodyn nodded at her, she realized he could. “He’s the last hunter. Only with him by your side can you vanquish the legion of darkness,” one of the Keepers said. “The last hunter?” Rodyn repeated. “She is the last hunter.”

And without asking, I know this must have to do with what happened all those years ago when Chase and Blade managed to attack Damian and Haley in their own home. "Right this way." The guard gestures as he heads to the door at the end of the corridor. I hear Hunter hiss from the pain of the tracker being zapped inside him, making me smile. I know I shouldn't laugh, but it's hard not to, considering the kind of man Hunter is. While he's not my enemy, I wouldn't necessarily consider him to be my friend either. Rather more of an amicable relationship because of who he's dating. Hunter looks in my direction, hearing me chuckle, sending me an annoyed stare but otherwise ignoring me. We follow the

I had never felt as complete in my entire life as I did right then. It was hard for me to think about going back to the pack because of the danger that lurked within Dark Moon’s borders. However, I would keep her safe one way or another. I would destroy anyone who tried to harm her. The good news was that Dante, a guy named Chris, and a Light Fae named Pylorna would be there to help. Dante’s gift let him see what the eyes could not and would be the best option to sniffing out our traitors.

He was watching, protecting me from the shadows. I knew I could rely on him, on the Cadwell Hunters. They were a force to be reckoned with, their reputation for being a powerful hunter and a deterrent to any enemy. With renewed determination, I hide the letter. It was time to focus on the task at hand. To protect Hades and the pack from the Thurmans’ threat. As Hades returned home, preparing for the banquet, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement. I was assisting him with his necktie, my fingers brushing against his skin.

He regarded me with caution, his instincts rightly telling him that I posed no threat. “Who are you?” I asked, my voice barely louder than a whisper. “What happened here?” The lone wolf's gaze softened, his eyes reflecting the pain and sorrow that mirrored my own. He took a step closer, his voice laced with a weary exhaustion. “I am Solis,” he spoke, his voice carrying a weight of loss. “And I fear we have fallen victim to the Hunters.” My breath caught in my throat at the mention of the Hunters. Whispers of their merciless tactics had reached our lands before, tales of their insatiable desire to extinguish the light of our kind. I had never encountered us myself, but the devastation before

Covering up the hole with some moss, she dusted off her dress and hurried home, her thoughts of the Hunters exposing her long gone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "They're here! The Hunters have arrived!" The cries of the young boys ran through the whole village, many men and women coming out to see the sight. Liam riding in front, followed by nine other men, all on horseback. On the back of Liam's horse was the dead carcass of a mountain lion, and his quiver held an unusual number of arrows. Instead of the standard twelve like the rest of the men in his party, it held 15, two from the archer who had shot the beast earlier, as well as the arrow aimed to warn him.

"Are you sure about that, leader Matilda? The hunter is tricky. She always changes her appearance, therefore, it's a bit hard to find her. I also heard from her victims that she use something to hide her real scent." Kasper looks at his mom and she just nods. Kasper's mother gave him a look to just follow her command. "My son is not the leader of the alpha pack for nothing. He just needs to observe the hunter and find out who's her informant because I guess that there is a spy here in our village... Don't let your guard down, my son. And if you found an opportunity, kill the hunter!" "Yes, mother," Kasper said and bow to her. "I will accompany the alpha leader." Every one of them look at Fli

I watched for a moment before walking toward my door. As I was shutting it, I heard Elena whisper, “Go get your man, Auntie.” I shook my head. That girl was a disaster walking, and I absolutely adored the organized chaos that was Elena. I quietly crept down the stairs before slipping out the back door and into the forest. I stopped beneath his tree, looking up, scanning the tree for him but not finding him. “I know you’re here, ‘Sprey. I can feel you.” He sighed as he swung himself down out of the tree. “Hey, Scarlett. I was just leaving. I was hunting a squirrel. They’re fast and good to hunt to keep myself fresh and-”