Left For Dead 2 Hunter Novels & Stories

I frowned, unsure of what he was doing. "I got a pulse!" He shouted, and just like that, everything changed. Hunter stopped what he was doing and jumped off the stage. I looked up in horror to see the lifeless body of Deathstroke spread out on the mat, blood oozing around him. I wasn't even sure if he was even alive or not. It was clear that Hunter, or rather the Reaper, didn't hold back. Unleashing his full anger on the man that nearly killed Sienna.

“A human?” “Not just a human.” I stepped forward, keeping the knife between us. “A hunter.” His lips curled into a sneer as he took a step toward me, his movements slow and deliberate. “You must be Riley’s pet.” His eyes raked over me, his grin widening. “I can smell him all over you. Leave it to Riley to fuck up this bad. A human? And not just any human—a hunter?” He barked a laugh. “Call it off.” My voice was steady, though every muscle in my body was coiled tight. “Whatever you’re planning to do to him, end it. I heard you, Liam. You killed Marcus, not Riley.”

It clattered forward as we ran at it, ripping it clean off its hinges. The metal door thudded to the ground. ‘Jane,’ Hunter croaked, turning to look at me. His claws were buried in his father’s chest. ‘Hunter,’ I breathed, barely able to see through the panic filling me. ‘You’re alive.’ ‘I’m sorry,’ he choked out. I looked down. His father’s claws were embedded in his chest, too. As one, they hit the ground. The mate bond screamed. It was raw, agonising, like nothing I’d ever felt before. It tore in two, leaving me in shreds. I screamed, too. Hunter was dead.

When the extreme-heat apocalypse arrived, surface temperatures reached 158°F, and the first group of people began moving to Frostpoint Base. As a scientist, my wife had two spots to bring family members with her. Everyone thought she would take me without hesitation. But in the end, she put the name of her graduate student on the application. "He's my student, and he doesn't have his parents with him. I can't bear to leave him alone in a place this hot." She submitted the application without a second thought. Her next words chilled me to the bone. "Ethan, you're different. You've been tough since you were a kid. I know you can survive until the second group is evacuated." I forced a bitter s

...Sienna POV... This had to be it. The end was near. I could feel it. I was practically begging for my end to come. It had been at least two days since Hunter attacked me and left me here to die. I knew Hunter's reputation. He was the formidable Reaper. People rarely survived his wrath. Rather, he was given the reputation of the Reaper because of his merciless actions toward his victims.

the hunter yelled at his comrades. I saw some relief on Dad’s face when he realized me and my brother were presumably safe but it was short lived as he still needed to keep Sofia safe. While the hunters had their attention divided between the fight and what their friend told them I climbed to tree I had been hiding behind and pulled out my bow. I quickly lined up my first shot and managed to his the hunter to my dad’s left right through the throat causing the other hunters to panic and look around.

' After staying there for a couple of minutes Kasper and Flint go back to their village and find Matilda. "What's the news?" "We didn't find the body of the Rogues. The mansion that they also attack has been turned to ash. All of the bodies of the people in there can't even be recognized. It seems that the hunter makes sure that no one would find out what happened to the family," said Kasper. Matilda becomes quiet for a few seconds before talking. "There were six Rogues, right?" "Yes, mother." "But the hunter killed them all?" Kasper couldn't respond to his mother, therefore, Flint just answered her.

His eyes shone crimson as he licked his blood strained lips. "This". He held the glass. Leaning back into Stephen’s chest sniffing his neck. It soothed him. Relaxed him. "Good one Callum . It’s a deer. You sure you want this"? Saint reconfirmed. Callum nodded a yes and the next moment they all gasped when Saint took all shots bottom up. "Yumm". They all laughed looking at him enjoying the treat. "Someone taking lessons. Wow. It’s not so you Stephen". Suddenly the door opened to Zol and they all were shocked.

He was reloading a sleek black MP5 from the prepper’s gun safe, his hands steady but his eyes wide with the certainty of death. The window shattered. Liz-1 and Liz-2 were already moving as one, like a dance choreographed in an alternate dimension. Liz-1 with a pump-action shotgun—blam!—clearing a full-body silhouette right off the sill. Liz-2 with a crowbar, jabbing under the chin of another and yanking it backward into the dirt. Neither said a word. I had no idea if they were mad at each other or in perfect synch, but I was glad they were on our side.

Grabbing the weapon, I pushed forward, jabbing it into his chest and cutting my palm on the arrow that stuck from it. The hunter let out a whoosh of air and doubled over from the hit, allowing me to slam my elbow into the back of his neck, knocking him to the ground. "Any last words?" I asked, placing my foot on his neck and applying pressure. "Go to hell." The hunter spat. "Nah, you go there." I laughed, pushing down hard enough to feel a satisfying crack. For a moment, the hunter's body twitched, but soon it went still. Feeling a surge of bloodlust, I removed my foot and looked around for my next victim. The biggest mistake these hunters made was fucking with me, and now I wanted them all