Key Hunter Novels & Stories

The camera man was rolling his camera. The person tending to Mr. Hamuumbu was dragged from behind finding himself in the flowers. Everyone turned their heads in Mr. Hamuumbu’s direction, Kate too. She smiled seeing Hunter in an all-black suit kneeling down before Mr. Hamuumbu. “This is your time to come clean,” Hunter whispered in his ears. Mr. Hamuumbu didn’t move. Hunter removed a knife from his pocket. Everyone watched in awe. Hunter then stabbed Mr. Hamuumbu in the thigh making him scream insults at Hunter.

Allister attempted to yell. “Lyla, is this true!” I screamed as I lifted the knife into the air. Her eyes widened in terror. “Yes,” she tried to jerk out of her handler's grips to no avail. “Yes! This is true! He has them! In some bunker” The Reaper, also know as, Kevin King, also known as Allister’s father, was alive! No that couldn’t be true. If it were that would mean that Allister’s father had planned on killing my father and taking over the pack long ago.

kay, so he gets points for having more skill than I would give a hunter credit. I always figured hunters used whatever bits of magic they picked up to hunt us down and find new inventive ways to kill us. Though I suppose being able to disguise themselves as well as Khalid’s Clark Kent glasses would help them better infiltrate and make stealth kills if their target could recognize them.

He said. I just sat there completely in shock. Then I grabbed my champagne and chugged the class before setting it back on the table. Damien just smiled at me, trying to hide his laughter. “I don’t see how any of this is funny… Do you realize who I am?” I hissed. “Snow, trust me, I know everything there is to know about you.” He said. “No, I don’t think you understand… I am a Hunter. A VAMPIRE HUNTER… You are a Vampire. I’m supposed to kill you. Why would the gods make me your gifted mate? It just doesn’t make sense.” I said.

“He is… re-emerging as the Hunter.” “Wha- WHAT!?” “He is going to dismantle the Sparrows. He won’t stop until he kills every last one of them.” To say Kieran was shocked would be an understatement. Discarding his zone, he quickly stood up, trying to register how the fuck that happened. “At this rate, the home he was trying to build will fall apart. Kristine can’t come to know her husband used to be one of the best assassins of the underworld.” Antler whispered, worried to fathom the outcome of his rampage.

I take a step, focusing on getting to the pack house where my fate will be decided, when I feel someone cock a gun behind me. “Halt!” My heart flips. That voice. It isn’t the first I was expecting to hear. A thick lump gathers in my throat, and my hands raise above my head as he commanded. I close my eyes as his footsteps begin to echo behind me, making my pulse race erratically. He stands before me, and I raise my head and meet his smoky green eyes. Hunter. The son of Alpha Moon’s third Luna. The strong warrior and biker who handles the pack’s security affairs.

It’s Hunter Cohen; he’s one of the Confradia techs helping us hunt down Willem Kazik. Pressing a button, I activate the speaker. “What’s going on, Hunter?” Hunter gives me a bemused smile and waves a file up toward the camera. “Hey Savage, sorry to bother you at this time, but we have to talk.” I narrow my eyes to get a better look at the file in his hand, but I can’t see a thing. Instead, I press another button, release the lock, and nudge my chin. “Come on up.”

Pulling out my phone, I sent him a text. Me: Where are you? Hunter: Plane went down in Ohio. Me: Shit. Everyone okay? Hunter: Yes, we have to rent a car, no one has a plane around here we can rent, and no flights to Maine for two days. Rented a car, on our way. Anything on your end? Me: No sign of Kyra, but something seems off here. I can’t explain it. Oh and there is a ceremony in the morning, don’t know what is for, but was invited to stay until then. Going to see what more I can find out tonight.

However, the surname, Hunter, was rarer, and when the two names were mentioned together, there was no doubting it. As expected, Darven replied, “William Rockefeller was a martial arts Grandmaster, and he was also a very powerful cultivator. Susan Hunter was his woman, a tomb raider. Last year, under their leadership, we worked together to enter a tomb. The thing you’re looking for is not in my hands. If you want to find it, you have to find them. Alex kept blinking at this moment.

Let's focus on the problem at hand. Keira took a moment, watched them all look to her. Keira: Are you sure about your intel? Kate: Calvin Hunter was our killer. It stands to reason— Keira: I can't take it stands to reason to The Table's Assembly, especially after what happened in Venatores. Get me something by The Table's Assembly before we lose another damn Seat Number 12.