Nathan Chaos Hunter Novels & Stories

She is basically the writer and I the director. Our goal as Hunters is to eliminate harm and evil. And to us the witches and vampires possess those characteristics. Since no one could do it, polices, lawyers. We humans took it upon ourselves and religion to cleanse the land from evil. “Quiet!!!” Nithara's voice cuts through the heavy noise, pulling everybody back to focus. She scans the room like she wants to pick someone out and then she looks at me, brushing the side of her nose with her thumb. She hesitates.

“You cast and lavish me with names that curse me, names not to my liking, names that somehow give you cause. But if this is to be between me and this Dahnawa Danatlihi, then his acknowledgement is the only thing of consequence.” Imperceptibly, the lips of the warrior shaped themselves into a slight smile. “I acknowledge you, young rider,” he said. “I am Hunter.” “I am Hotuaekhaashtait.” (Cheynne: tall bull). “What is between you and I that we must meet as we do?” Hotuaekhaashtait surrendered his smile and replaced it with grim purpose and resolve. “Your life.” A slow burning smile, anticipatory, revelatory, spread across Hunter’s face. “My life will not be easy for the taking,”

Nathan is near the edge of the hospital parking lot, between two cars, with his back to me and a cell phone tucked under his ear. Although his lips are moving, I don't need to be able to read lips because I already know who he is speaking to on the phone and what he will be saying to them. Darius. I did discover her. She has life. Fear not; I'll find her. And he is correct. Nathan has consistently brought back anything Darius has sent him on the quest for as his greatest hunter and the one he sends on his errands. This time, I am that thing. Amanda

' he says. My mate tries to follow me, but Nathan holds her back. I’m worried I might hurt her in this form, and so is Nathan. I also don’t want her to see chaos on his revenge-killing spree. I try to fight Chaos for control, but he only has one thing on his mind: revenge for almost being killed and the unknown horrors our mate has been through. So, he blocks our mind-link, so I can’t communicate with him. He lets out a loud howl and runs out of the cell on a murderous rampage. I try to take control but can’t shift back into my human form until the sun rises. Chaos is adamant he wants his revenge and begins killing any Blackwood pack members he sees.

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”

She then turned to Terror, who was still staring at her, nodding, “the look works,” “Moving on… what exactly did you steal that Providence are hunting you for?” “Right,” Terror says as he lifts a large metal briefcase. “Now Providence operate all over Hyperion space, working for and funded by conglomerates and royalty and all those rich enough to buy a planet.” “I knew that already,” Nya said with her arms crossed “Yes, well I was able to pinch this while it was on its way to Ventris, which isn’t anything special, except it came with a Providence convoy.”

Sighing heavily, I went about to organize rooms and food for our guests. Hunter came home in a pensive mood. He was unusually quiet at dinner time. His father must have informed him of his mother’s execution, I assumed, so I didn’t pursue the matter. Nina regaled us with tales of what happened at school and how many friends she had made, what they learnt at school. “Oh, and Tasha said she would teach me to fight. Like a real warrior.” She said, waving a piece of broccoli around. “Say what now?” “Don’t play with your food, Nina.” Hunter frowned at her and she immediately put it down on her plate.

Trent said. Nick wanted to laugh, “The hunters no longer exist.” “Yes, they do. With the permission of the Council, I would like to take down this hunter.” Trent said hotly. Nick rolled his eyes. The Alpha of a pack was usually the most capable lycanthrope and since Nick had assumed that post, Trent had challanged him at every turn, trying to sway the council in his favour. Nick wasn't bothered, the only way he could lose his post was if he stepped down or if he lost a battle challenge to Trent, none of which was happening anytime soon.

“Strange coincidence that as soon as Sacha leaves he became agitated and went on a cleansing of the city. He started with the jail. Then worked his way above ground.” “You did nothing to stop it?” “I have not been able to speak to Guardian Asher for years. I am trying but he doesn’t listen to me at all. I cannot direct him.” “The Artifact Marina. Why are you not using it.” “I am, he is not responding to it. If I had more time I could calm him with the artifact but we have a special engagement tomorrow and Lord Cedral cannot have any more incidents. In the past 2 nights Guardian Asher has killed 2 soldiers and 3 ordinary men. I am running out of time.”

They instinctively looked down. Then everyone froze. The pink, suggestive interface of "Goddess Hunter" disappeared. It was replaced by a cold black interface that looked like a tombstone. At the center of the screen, the photo of me that had been treated as prey vanished too. In its place was Gary's face, twisted with shock. Under his photo, blood red words slowly appeared. [New game activated, Scumbag Hunter.] [Target: Gary Zachary York.] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time.