Left For Dead 2 Hunter Novels & Stories

As Hunter charged at me, I quickly pulled Bruno's gun from my waist belt and shot at him. Hunter staggered, shocked, as the bullets hit him. With one final shot, I ended it. Hunter fell to the ground, gasping. I stood over him, his face cold. “Hunter, I’m the son of the Lycan you killed years ago. This is your payment.” Hunter’s eyes widened with fear before he died. Jared and I rushed to the car and drove straight to Katrina’s hideout. It was secluded, and I felt the tension. We parked and approached carefully.

"What I do best. Buy you time." The symbols flickered one last time. Then died. The Hunters charged.

He doesn’t even scream when my teeth latch onto his throat. I kill all of them. Sniffing them out from their hiding places. Ripping their heads from their tender little bodies. I didn’t care if the other humans saw me. They needed to know that we couldn’t be fucked with. Charging through the house, I could smell how we had lost many. They had been directly hit in the heart and there would be no coming back from that. Aslow, Aiden and many of the others were surrounded by dead Hunter’s in the garden. Aiden has an arrow sticking out of his shoulder and Aslow is preparing to remove it.

"Do you know that if the Hunters did not resign, your father might have still been alive?' she told me, and I wondered why. "When Giles and John resigned, we were forced to fill in the gap. We had to help the young hunters in the community to create a balance. Your father was overwhelmed." She explained. "The mission your father went on was supposed to be carried out by a hunter, but Marco did not have enough firepower, so he begged your father to help him. They returned with his corpse." She said and began to cry, reliving the painful memory of her past. If I hadn't distanced myself from pack matters, I would have known many things. As things were, I had a lot of catching up to do. My mothe

The hunters knew that they were getting close. They crept forward, their weapons at the ready, until they caught sight of Tate standing in a clearing, his massive form silhouetted against the moonlit sky. Without hesitation, the hunters opened fire, their silver bullets ripping through the air and striking Tate with deadly force. Tate came to realize at that moment that he had been on a bad path for so long and barely escaped from the hunters. He went back home to his brother, and Marcus gladly allowed him take back his place knowing that he really had changed.

They’ll want to check the wreckage to confirm I’m not inside. Keeping low to the ground, I hurried away from the crash as the hunters pulled up, hooting and hollering like the demented Americans they are. Now I don’t mean to say all Americans are demented. But the American hunters are an uncouth sort that takes a weird joy in killing, things being on fire, and vehicles getting into accidents. Whatever the case, their joyful hoots and hollers that I might be dead and arguments about who gets to take credit gave me time to get away. I hurried to the nearest neighborhood to search for a car to take.

Haydee I reached them together, Hunter and I, and we went down on our knees on either side of the dying man in the mud. The spear had gone deep, silver and poison both, the two things a wolf's body cannot heal on its own, and I knew the moment I saw it that it was a killing wound. Cole lay in the churned ground with the shaft standing out of his chest and his blood going dark and fast into the dirt, and he was smiling, which was the worst of it.

Then the Moon Caster is on the ground, blood pooling beneath him, eyes staring at nothing. I look at him dispassionately. He got what he deserved. I’m glad to see him dead. Kaely shifts back to human form. I do the same, and for a moment, we size each other up. I know he’s taking in my body, just as I’m taking in his. We both know what’s next. “We better get this thing back,” he says, nudging the corpse with a toe. I nod. The hunt is over early. There’s only one thing left for us to do tonight—and we have hours and hours left to do it.

It had changed, the prophecy had changed. Her large brown eyes search my face. Lana’s fingers let go of mine. She steps forward in the space between me and Logan’s wolf. Carefully manoeuvring through the dead bodies. Her head turns back and forth between us. Like she didn’t know where to go. As the image became clearer. I see that I am surrounded by bodies too. Blood splattered across my bare skin. I wasn’t wearing anything, like I had shifted. You couldn’t tell who the killer was, but we had both lost a lot of people.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.