Hunting Hitler: The Final Chapter Novels & Stories

’’ "Have you not asked me enough questions already?’’ I shook my head. “You should have the killer by now. What's holding you back from doing your fucking job?’’ I walked in as he followed me behind. "Something new has come up. We have reason to believe that Jessie McCallister's murder is connected to franchise.’’ "Who?’’ "Not who, Mrs Olivia, but what.’’ He corrected, making me roll my eyes. "The Franchise is the biggest, most dangerous terrorist group in all of France. We have reason to believe that Jessie’s murderer is one of the top brass in the organization.’’ "I don't understand." I let out, wondering if this was a fucking joke.

Ramsy boasted. Delta Ramsy mustered little heed to Higgins' pitiful state as the spat to the soon to-be corpse in his wake. Hunters were members of the resistance, who were mostly humans that had their only goal to be liberating their people and domineering the greater mass of carnivorous beast that desired to usurp any attempts they made to establish a system like theirs or breed enough to try. Higgins' life was dangling on a thin thread, his hands laid across the two ends of the baracade by chains anchored to his wrists and a weakened resolve from that death that just insisted on taking its time before truly drawing the life out of him.

He was eating this story up. “Well, turns out it was a werewolf named Kevin Sung. He liked eating fresh heart meat. Instead of hunting deer or elk or some other wildlife, he realized it was easier to hunt humans. He liked overweight, male hearts and figured rest stops were the fastest way to get them. Authorities figured out it was a werewolf, so they hired me.”

She knew that we hated being in the games, watching as everyone gasped in anticipation, waiting to see who were the ones behind the curtains. Me and Richard didn’t say a word as we walked toward the table with the guns, our eyes fixed on the curtains which was the only barrier between us and who we were to kill. Our eyes met Lilian’s who was smiling when the curtains were finally revealing who were sitting on the chairs, tied to them as they looked at us. Their eyes meeting ours making my chest ache. Nikolay and Grace Ivanov, were our final task. “Now, you have five minutes”

Tunde mumbled as Mane fell to the ground, panting and groaning, for Hildegarde’s suppression had ended and he had been reduced to a mess now. His godly energy had been depleted and diamond body had come undone. His vision slowly faded, but he could feel the remaining assassins appear next to him. They swiftly stabbed him with their daggers, aiming for non-vital points. Mane wasn’t deluded into thinking that they were having mercy on him. He knew that Tunde wanted to deliver the final blow so that he would be known as the man who killed the Supreme! “We lost many of us, but that is a price that must be paid for the head of one like yourself.” Tunde frowned as he grabbed Mane by the neck and l

Khalid, no The Hunter shrugged, leaning back, schooling his facial expression as he stretched an arm across the back of the sofa. I don’t care what his sob story is. I’m not going to use his name even in my head. I have to keep that in mind. I don’t want to slip again. It’s a slippery slope, and I don’t need any distractions. There cannot be any distractions this time. This time I will succeed and have my justice at long last. “Fine!” I threw my hands in the air in defeat. “A deal is a deal. You gave your story, so it’s only fair. The clan wants to turn me into their Ductus because I’m here to kill him.”

His face buried in his hands. “The doctor wants to see you.” I mutter “Have I killed her?” He keeps his face hidden. “Isn’t that what you do? You kill the witches of the world.” There was no emotion in my voice. “Better to kill them before they kill us.” “What are you talking about?” “Come on, Logan! Are you really that naive? Abby and Lana were not the only ones killing wolves. Witches all around the world are doing it.” “You know this, how?”

The hunt was over. The chase had begun. END OF CHAPTER 22

( He chimes in with Haven’s representatives staring at him with questioning looks on their faces) COMMANDER KELLER : What do you mean by that??... The messenger that came here convinced us that Adolf Hitler was at the helm of the attack heading for us and yet you are telling us that he wasn’t. I really don’t get you ARTHUR : Do not get me wrong. We did meet an undead version of Adolf Hitler at the battle but he wasn’t the one in control of things. Aren’t I right, captain?? HANNAH : What he is saying is the truth. I was the one that destroyed Adolf Hitler after all. But even after he was destroyed, the undead army still moved like nothing had happened to their leader.

Four black gun barrels pointed directly at me. Slowly, I lifted my head. Upstairs. Don Alessandro Moretti was smiling down at me.