Hunters Of Dune Novels & Stories

I start to head north when I get another link from Jace. Kade coming your way fast. I just caught sight of the rogue headed that way and it looks like there’s a hunter on his tail. Looks like he went too far south and got spooked back this way. Thanks for the heads up. I’m on it. I close the link again and turn back south keeping my eyes peeled for any movement and my ears up listening for the chase. After a few minutes I think Jace may have been a little off in telling me the direction, when I hear the faint sound of a dirt bike. That must be the hunter chasing after the rogue. We need this one since the last one we had decided to kill himself, and with the woman this morning we have even m

Almost like a warning knock. Heavy rocks slid down the nearby ridge. Dax instantly pulled Aria into his chest, bracing her tightly . The Abyss King turned sharply, his eyes carefully scanning the horizon. “They are already here,” he whispered. Shadows could be seen shifting between broken hills. Their movements were too smooth to be that of wolves and they didn’t seem like gods either. This was something else. Hunters, specially bred for war between realms. “They sent the Hounds,” Eryndor breathed.

The thought of skinning the angel alive made me happier than it should. Finally we were mere miles from the base, Todd was going as fast as he could, the Nephilim had slowed thanks to our gunfire, and they probably did not care to chase us any longer. I had no idea how they communicated but it seemed as though as a whole group they had slowed, some even wheeling in the air to turn around. The Hunters on watch saw us coming, and I heard gunfire above our heads as they let loose on our pursuers. Thank goodness we were finally within range, which meant we were mostly safe. I saw the gates open, heavily armored guards on either side, their weapons trained to the sky; we flew past them in the tru

And floating above the altar, surrounded by silver light, was the sixth seal. It looked different from the others. Bigger. More complex. And inside its light, Derek could see images. Memories. Elena's memories. "That's it," Tamara breathed. "The final seal. My mother's last truth." She stepped forward without fear. The power in her recognized its missing piece. That's when the Hunters revealed themselves. Twelve of them stepped out from behind trees and stones. All wore tactical gear. All pointed weapons at the group. The leader held something Derek had never seen before. It looked like a rifle mixed with something alien. The metal glowed with a sick green light.

--- **The Hunt** The Hunter drags me into the labyrinth, the Archivist's screams fading behind us. "She was lying," he says. "The Silence doesn't bargain. It *consumes*. And you're the main course." "Why help me?" He pauses, lifting his mask. His face is a mirror of Kael's, but scarred, older. "Because you're not the first Stormbearer I've hunted with. And you won't be the last." He tosses me a weapon-a gun with a barrel of coiled storm. "The Archivist's a parasite. The Librarians too. They feed on stories, but the Silence... it feeds on *them*."

Like he wasn't signing death warrants. The Wolf Hunters. Mercenaries who specialized in hunting and killing our kind. They didn't care about pack politics, about territory, about honor. They just killed. "They'll slaughter every last one of you." Father smiled. "And I'll watch." Damon's hand found mine again. Squeezed harder. I looked up at him, at this man who'd thrown himself in front of death for me, who'd pushed through his own broken body to stand between me and my nightmare.

Aiden whispered, “They’re here.” Three hunters emerged from the shadows like wraiths— gliding silently, their armor reflecting slashes of dying sunlight. Dante immediately pushed Aiden behind him. The hunters didn’t rush them. They didn’t even raise their weapons. They just stood there, staring with glowing visors. Dante growled under his breath. “They’re analyzing us.” Aiden’s voice trembled. “They’re reading my resonance… and yours.” Dante stiffened. “Mine?” “Yes,” Aiden whispered. “They’re looking at you like you’re part of the anomaly.”

“The Southern Clan is loyal to the council. They wouldn’t betray us.” Dorian, standing at Valen’s side, stepped forward. “It’s not a rebellion. Our scouts found evidence of an attack. The Southern Clan’s borders were breached, but there are no signs of rogues or rival vampires. This isn’t their work.” “Then who?” Valen asked sharply. Dorian hesitated before answering. “Hunters.” The room fell silent. Hunters had been a rare but deadly threat in the past. They were humans trained to hunt and kill vampires, equipped with weapons specifically designed to bypass their defenses.

Hunter gave a small nod, his gaze steady yet unreadable. The joint operation between Hunter’s team and the SWAT unit was a daring mission, aimed at taking down the drug syndicate that had kidnapped Aster. Through their combined efforts, they managed to capture one of the syndicate's leaders. Their victory was another feather in Hunter’s cap—a major case solved yet again. The entire team received promotions for their bravery and skill, marking a proud moment for both the Navy officers and the Astral Guardians.

They stopped before me, the engines coming off one after the other. Henrique Crimson Sparrow took off his helmet, his short strawberry blonde visible under the full moon's light. He had a scar running down his chin. He smiled, stepping off his bike. “You nuts have a death wish, Xavier? Coming here alone?” I smiled back, a cold smile devoid of any humor. “Who says I’m alone?” Henrique Crimson Sparrow looked confused, and looked around the space. Henrique followed my movements with his eyes. Then, the forest came to life.