Post Apocalyptic Hunter Novels & Stories

They'd been murderers who'd reshaped reality to cover their crime. "This is why the hunters came," Luna said to Vincent, suddenly understanding. "The hunters aren't servants of some greater power. They're survivors. They're the remnants of that destroyed world, existing partially outside of normal dimensions because it's the only way they can survive in the reality that was built to eliminate them. They're still hunting because they're still terrified."

I watched for a moment before walking toward my door. As I was shutting it, I heard Elena whisper, “Go get your man, Auntie.” I shook my head. That girl was a disaster walking, and I absolutely adored the organized chaos that was Elena. I quietly crept down the stairs before slipping out the back door and into the forest. I stopped beneath his tree, looking up, scanning the tree for him but not finding him. “I know you’re here, ‘Sprey. I can feel you.” He sighed as he swung himself down out of the tree. “Hey, Scarlett. I was just leaving. I was hunting a squirrel. They’re fast and good to hunt to keep myself fresh and-”

I look back quickly, the last hunter is still pursuing me with his lascivious grin. “I'm gonna kill you chomp. This time, you will surely be my prey!” I can see him lining his eyes at the front sight of his rifle and pulling the trigger. A loud bang echoes followed by the bullet which tears through the flesh of my arm. I almost fall on impact, but manage to maintain my balance. At first, the pain was unbearable, but perhaps the adrenaline has already filled my body so that I can no longer feel the aching sensation. Though I watch my wound bleed and blood came spurting out from the gap. I cover it with my hand. I run like mad, desperate to escape from the hunter that is following me. My breat

Hunters were created that way in purpose they didn't just wake up to earth and begin to act crazy, just like you are the children of Celeste the hunters are also her children you are wolves and you reproduce in huge amounts you are created with special abilities yet a citse had been put in place each full moon your wolf must take plcharge that way you learn to be insecure and controlled but as years passed by you have all learned to do things in peace with your wolf and some of you ahve suddenly decided to rule over the humans, The heavens were pretty pissed at these attitudes and created hunters to make do of you to kill you off one after the other till your population reduces to a point o

...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.

I can’t let this opportunity slip away. I move with purpose, tracking the hunter through the fray. My new abilities, honed through training and experience, guide me as I close in on my target. With a final, decisive move, I confront the hunter, determined to bring them to justice. As the battle draws to a close, the pack emerges victorious. The stronghold is in ruins, and the hunters’ operations have been severely disrupted. The hard-fought victory is a testament to our resilience and unity. In the aftermath of the battle, the camp is filled with a mixture of relief and exhaustion. The pack members gather, tending to wounds and regrouping. Despite the victory, the cost of the battle is evide

Aaron chuckled while aligning his broken bones with audible cracks, his contempt was evident in his blood-red eyes. “I did what a soulmate should do in that particular situation, Zuriel. And now, I didn’t even know that Eve was promoted to the rank of a criminal waiting for death penalty. For your information, Hunter Harold has left on his own, he is in the hunter’s pack with Eve. How could you be so dumb to think about imprisoning a hunter? They are worse than Satan, Zuriel. Because of nature’s extra favors, no supernatural creature can defeat them.

Later that year Hunter was pulling on his tuxedo as Ava stepped up beside him in the mirror with the sexiest dress he’d ever seen her in. The perfect slave dress for a spicy island night that would change their lives forever. With his father back at the helm of the Apollyon Corporation. Hunter had more time to spend on his own projects and managed to get his ideas in the right hands to help people across the globe. His most recent project, helping reunite families who were victims of crimes and human trafficking.

"If 5% make it through in the long run, that would already be impressive." Even under these conditions, humanity had not stopped fighting. People battled the cold with one hand and each other with the other. Production had ground to a halt. Farming no longer existed, and resource extraction had ceased. Food and energy had become strictly finite. Wars were breaking out everywhere. Some took place between individuals. Others erupted between small nations. Food and energy remained the two forces that drove people insane in the apocalypse. "Good thing I'm not short on either." Cyrus exhaled slowly, grateful for his preparations.

His hunting skills came in handy, too, and he did not require a gun to catch the wild boar and deer that roamed the area. Life was not ideal for Danny Yokes, but he was content to live the rest of his years in hiding in Lavon, carrying on his charade as a custodian. Everything was going well until one night in mid-October when he was vacuuming one of the fifth grade classrooms and didn’t realize his cell phone, the key to his freedom, had fallen out of his pocket and slid underneath the teacher’s desk. He wouldn’t realize it was missing until the next day, and by then, it would be too late. By then, a massive man hunt would be underway, and Danny Yokes, former Vampire Hunter turned renegade,