Plunderer Novels & Stories

“Come out and show yourselves! Follow the sound of my voice! Any spirit or entity that’s here with us now! You can use our energy if you need iy! Use my energy! Manifest yourself!” “That’s when you hitchhiked the ride, right?” “Yes.” The image froze on him like that, open arms and daring smirk. “That, there, was the worst mistake of my life,” said Brandon’s voiceover. They cut to Amy’s interview, a stark contrast from the dark basement to the Manor garden under the sun. In her smiling, educational way, she gave a succinct description of what scavengers are, and explained that Brandon’s invitation for entities to use his energy had compelled one to attach itself to him.

Matteo started, he pulled out another picture from the envelope and dropped it on the table for Spade. He took it and clenched his jaw when he saw who it was "Sullivan Steel, a professional hired assassin, he runs an academy for assassins" Matteo explained but he knew Slade already knew that, Sullivan was one of the people who didn't see eye to eye with Spade, so it wouldn't surprise him if Sullivan wanted him dead, or if he was paid to kill Spade "His men did the shooting didn't they"? He asked and Matteo just nodded, he sighed out heavily

He would kill Armando with his bare hands. Hunter didn't know how he spent the next five days in the warehouse. There was only one thing on his head. No matter what, he had to get his Silvia back. And for her, he'd do any f*cking thing. After a devastating week, he was informed that Armando with his six men was on the move. He was heading somewhere. This was the first time he stepped out of his rogue pack. Hunter had heard about this rogue pack a long before. The pack of ruthless rogues who slaughtered people and stole from them. The kingdom had sent a troop to kill these rogues but they all ended up dying.

Retracting a few steps, I tapped onto the floor again to confirm my suspicion. I gently squeezed Rachel’s shoulder in reassurance and began to loosen my grip on her. When I was sure that she had understood the message, I quickly recoiled from her and proceeded to peel the carpet of the floor. There I found a rectangular box almost mixed with the colour and texture of the wooden flooring looking glaringly out of place to me. If someone hadn’t already suspected that it was a secret pathway to the floor beneath, they would never discover it lying there.

The wolves that had been exiled were attacking and our babies were still out in the forest! We might have had peace most of the time over the past couple of years, but since those wolves were exiled, they turned rogue and every once in a while, they attacked the castle. It was as if their memories brought them here and they didn’t know any better. I was about to run to the gate when I heard Fynn’s howl coming from the other side. He opened his memories to me so I could see the fight on the other side. Thankfully, there were just a couple of rogues. Fynn and the wall guard took care of them quicker than I anticipated and they were all back on our side of the wall before I could even get invol

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

I felt for the blade strapped on my waist and grabbed it by the hilt. The door of my office-slash-house remained closed. The darkness inside of it was visible through the frosted square glass with the sticker “SCARLETMARK,” and underneath it, my name: Ruby Carnelian. Working as a bounty hunter, I could never be sure what was waiting for me whenever I got home from a job. If that was the case, this would not be the first time. I mean, if you’re out most days chasing supernatural creatures and devious humans, one of them—or someone who knows them—was bound to get some revenge on me of some sort. My fingers tightened on the hilt. It never hurt to be sure.

"Thank you for giving me a place to stay." When we reach the bottom of the path, a dirt road came into view with a black Jeep Wrangler hidden by the foliage. There were long scrapes along the sides of the Jeep, damaging the paintwork. "You're welcome." Hunt glanced at me before he pulled the top down on the Jeep. "My mother was a rogue before my father took her into our pack." "How did he find her?" I asked as we got into the car. Hunt adjusted the review mirror and then reached into the back of the Jeep to retrieve a dark grey t-shirt. "I suppose it's a bit like our situation. He found her stealing things from one of the cabins."

But the hiding man didn’t underestimate the creature. He knew that all of the servants and monsters created by the conduits had abilities that defied common sense. Twilight intently watched the creature, burning the creature’s form into his mind. He then opens the journal and flips to a blank page. He looks at the creature one more time and he starts to draw its outline on the journal. Okay… So that’s new… but judging, by the way, it’s moving… I guess I can call that one a prowler. The prowler looked like a very pale and emaciated human. Its body was grey in color. Its skin stretched all over its body. Like all of the servants of the conduits, the prowler had a part of its body that had a pu

Raisa explained. "Why are there so many pages?" I asked in fresh horror. She clarified, "Each 'day,'" but that didn't make it much better. "With them comes information about their pack and its entire history. Connor collects trophies, which include stolen females and knowledge of where they stole them from. This is my 'day.'"