Romans & histoires Kraven The Hunter Death

"Huge sum? How exactly would you know the amount?" A ghost of a smile touched Draven's split lip. "The bags were heavy enough that even the drunk's men struggled with them." "Hunter." I didn't need to say more. My beta was already nodding. "I'll look into any recent raids outside our territory, Alpha." “And, Alpha,” Draven continued, then hesitated. His eyes flickered to Hunter, seeking something – permission, perhaps, or confirmation. I gave him a short nod to continue. "The man named Kael." Draven's voice dropped lower. "He died from an illness."

She smiled again, clearly pleased, and I fought the urge to roll my eyes. “How is Kestrel?” I asked casually, though my interest was anything but casual. Hunter stiffened beside her, his jaw narrowing. Akira’s smile faded, replaced by a solemn expression. “She’s dead,” Hunter said coldly. “She died yesterday. The poison spread through her body while she was in the dungeon. It ate her alive, from flesh to bone, until she dropped dead.” I blinked, caught off guard. “Dead?”

It could tear anyone apart. "After that attack, Azraiel became the Alpha, Matt the Beta, I the Gamma and Kira the Head warrior. We all threw ourselves in our new responsibilities to forget the pain lingering in our chests. Kira's father had a hard recovery but just within a year of this attack, he was diagnosed with cancer. Kira submerged herself in her duties while her mother devoted everything to save her mate." Theo glanced up at the sky and closed his eyes for a moment. "We lost her father after two years."

​I swung. ​A crescent wave of violet energy tore through the air, silent and lethal. It didn't just cut the air; it folded space. The sniper on the ledge didn't even have time to chamber his next round before the cliff face itself groaned and shivered. The energy didn't kill him—it erased the ground beneath him, sending him and his high-tech rifle tumbling into the churning sea below. ​The red dot on my shoulder vanished.

Tonight, the werewolf world was losing more than a leader, it was losing a pillar. King Camus didn’t hesitate. He slit Corven’s throat. Blood poured like a river, soaking the ground beneath him. A child beside me, who had been peeking through a gap in the wood, began to tremble violently and wet himself. I pressed my hand over his mouth and eyes, whispering for silence while forcing my own breath to stay steady. The hunters stood there, watching as life drained from Alpha Corven’s eyes. Then two of them moved to drag away their fallen comrades.

His death caused great grief among his fellow hunters. "Are you certain of this?," Raven asked, her voice much darker and more sinister than before. "Yeah!" Came his short reply. He wasn't a man of many words but of action. "Who killed him?, give me a name," She demanded as everyone got on their feet bursting in rage and a quest for vengeance. "Lucian and Lucifer," "Those fucking blood-sucking monsters!" Her vein twitched and her eyes gleamed with rage and hatred at the mention of the Klaus brothers, one of whom she had a history with

I hear a scream, shortly followed by a mind link “Alpha Zach, come quick” When I look up the vampire is long gone, and Kayden looks at me worried “You have to protect the pack Alpha” he follows me out the house A group of teenagers were stood around, some sobbing, some not moving when I spot Adam. He has his lips clamped together as he looked down and when I got there I could see why he was so angry, Kieron was dead, his throat ripped out just like the others. Draven did this, it was why he came, what was he playing at.

So it's always good to let him speak less when it's not necessary. “Thirdly the killer has great knowledge about the human body that most doctors don't have and while torturing he always avoids the vital points that may cause his victims to bleed internally and die. And with the dead body, he gives a detailed autopsy report like a killing signature. So there's no doubt that the killer is a doctor or used to be a doctor or a genius medical student and the latter is the least possible.” “So then, What do we call him? Dr. Killer?” This time it was Mr. Gray who spoke.

His eyes become unfocused. Then he falls to the ground. I lean over him and watch the life drain from his eyes. He is dead. I killed him. I killed Hunter.

Baton's POV I wiped the spit from my face and gunned the engine. As the car tore through the night, I called my Beta, Kane. "I want a full report on Draven Vance's death! Now!" I roared. "And find out what the River Shore Pack is up to!" "Yes, Alpha!" Twenty minutes later, Kane called back. "Alpha... Draven Vance committed suicide outside the medical center last night." Kane's voice was tense. "A silver dagger through the heart."