Hunters Of Dune Novels & Stories

They instinctively looked down. Then everyone froze. The pink, suggestive interface of "Goddess Hunter" disappeared. It was replaced by a cold black interface that looked like a tombstone. At the center of the screen, the photo of me that had been treated as prey vanished too. In its place was Gary's face, twisted with shock. Under his photo, blood red words slowly appeared. [New game activated, Scumbag Hunter.] [Target: Gary Zachary York.] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time.

one of them said sharply. Another nodded. “No… that’s human.” Aria frowned slightly. “Human?” The air shifted. Different from before. Not magical. Not elemental. But dangerous. Calculated. Cold. Then they appeared. Figures emerged from the trees. Armored. Silent. Eyes locked onto one target. Her. “Found her,” one of them said. Aria’s chest tightened. “Who are they?” The Stormwalker beside her answered quietly “Hunters.” The word hit differently.

Damon’s POV The reports came at dawn, scattered and frantic. Human hunters had returned to the borderlands, armed with cameras, weapons, and a determination that made my jaw tighten. They weren't just passing through this time. They were searching, digging, trying to expose what we had kept hidden for centuries. I stood in the war room, my fingers pressed against the wooden table, staring at the maps spread before me. The scent of pine and old leather filled the space, mixing with the tension that hung thick in the air.

A ripple of darkness seeped from the shattered entrance. Not a creature. Not a person. A void. It crawled across the snow like living shadow, stretching, reaching, twisting into form. Or rather— Forms. Three Hunters emerged, towering, skeletal figures formed from shadow and frost. Their limbs were long and jagged, like broken branches. Their skull-like faces had no eyes. Only gaping holes that screamed hunger. Elle whispered, terrified: “Morana awakened three. I hoped… I prayed… she would only risk one.” Zander snarled, stepping protectively in front of me.

“Today the owners of the tech company, the McCarteys, are holding a social event on their own property. Since they obviously maintain close contacts with the Cohens, we hope to find spicy documents or data there. However, the guest list for Elevender is strictly limited. Only Hegedunen have access and they know each other. However, people have free access. They are not considered dangerous, besides, the McCarteys are human themselves. " With Cat still looking blank, Xandra jumped in. “Experienced elevenders recognize other talented people by their charisma, but with some it is so weak that it is hardly noticeable. It’s like that for you, Cat, I could only perceive it because I have a lot of

Two Hunters went down beneath the creature’s weight, their rifles skittering across the dirt. Kiera pressed forward, crawling to the cave entrance despite the terror clawing at her ribs. Her breath caught at what she saw: Ronan—a monster of muscle and golden light—fought like he’d been born for war. He struck with precision, fury controlled only by his determination to keep her safe. But Hale wasn’t alone. More shadows moved in the trees. Six… seven… maybe more. Hale stepped forward calmly, hands behind his back, observing the carnage. He was waiting.

The battlefield changed immediately. The shadows exploded outward. Not Elias' shadows. Not corrupted shadows. Hunter's shadows. Controlled. Sharp. Precise. Deadly. The darkness spread across the battlefield like a living storm. One mutant disappeared. Then another. Then ten more. The creatures barely had time to react. The shadows swallowed them whole. When they emerged— Nothing remained. Not even bodies. Hunter walked forward calmly. Like he wasn't committing absolute devastation. Like he wasn't terrifying. Like he wasn't becoming one of the most dangerous beings I had ever met.

I can see the panic flicker in Hazel's wide eyes as she desperately tries to stay silent, her body tense with fear. I notice the faint sound of footsteps and the distant echo of a hunter's voice, searching diligently for us. If we remain perfectly still and silent, there's a chance he might overlook our hiding spot. Hunters were one of the mysterious creatures that inhabited these woods. They were incredibly fast, their piercing red eyes glowing ominously in the dark, yet they possessed a human-like appearance that made them even more unsettling. Their faces were gaunt, with sharp fangs visible when they snarled, and claws that gleamed dangerously beneath the moonlight. Their skin was extrem

Shadowed figures watching from behind trees. And eyes— red, empty, ravenous. Raine jolted back, gasping. Damon was at her side instantly. “What did you see?” She swallowed hard. “Hunters. Not human ones.” Lucian swore softly. “Shadow Hunters.” Kael’s expression turned lethal. “No. Those creatures haven’t been seen in decades.” “Because the Council controlled them,” Damon said darkly. “If they’ve escaped—or been released—” Raine pressed a hand to her forehead, shaking.

The silver powder of the ritual circle had been disturbed, the runes dark now, whatever dark energy had been gathered there extinguished completely. And moving through the darkness between her and the ritual site were the bounty hunters. Seven of them moving like shadows given purpose silent and patient and utterly impossible to outrun. They didn’t crash through undergrowth the way Evander did. They simply moved and where they moved the forest seemed to part for them like water around stone. Ahead of them crashing through the undergrowth like a wounded animal was Evander.