Post Apocalyptic Hunter Novels & Stories

“Are they really going to just let me fall back?” That's actually... cause me a sigh of relief. I'm tired by the eyes that following my every steps! Then there's Grandma I notice anxious and been in contact with the messengers lady. And everyone of them is given grandma a jade, however it only cause Grandma to deeply anxious. Then her expression greatly change, she said in certainty, “It must be those horrible species! The Lycan kidnapped the future of the huntress!” “Future... of the huntress?” I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise.

I thought Vincent was a trustworthy person, so he told him, "I met Aliyah half a year ago. She is a hunter. She accidentally fell into Blood Moon territory and was caught by me." "What???" Vincent was so surprised that he stood up. Compared to me, when he bounced, he looked much funnier. My mood suddenly got a little better. "Is what you say true? Why is Aliyah a hunter? You're not kidding me, are you?" Vincent asked, panicking.

I whispered as fidgeted with my fingers "Well don't look so glum I'm here to give you a second chance if your willing to take it, it's your choice" "What do you mean" "I mean you have a choice if you wanna become a hunter, here we are at the hunter institute where we recruit and train people to become hunters to defend threats to the supernatural and human community " I just stared at him as he continued "There are also hunters that are part of an elite group called assassin hunters, they are few but they are the strongest and most powerful of all the hunters , chris here is part of that group", he glanced at chris then back to me "he's a vampire with special abilities one of them being he c

The vampire turns around, pulling a smoking pistol from under his cloak, aiming it at the hunter, who is examining his wound. A few quiet pops. Bullets fly out of a shiny case, decorated with hieroglyphs. The shells fall, slightly smoking purple. Oval pieces of metal dig into the shoulders, chest, the last bullet enters the knee. The hunter falls, flesh tearing from the explosions inside the body. There is rage in his eyes. Green smoke envelops the hunter, wounds heal poorly, charge components interfere with magical regeneration. The vampire takes off, reloading his pistol on the move, immediately disappearing behind the nearest columns. The hunter stands up, pulling a short spear with a wid

Circumstances had changed drastically since Alastair's death, and I was stuck in a world that metamorphosed as I tried to understand. Cierce continued to tell the story, and I listened attentively, attempting to reconcile the man I knew as Hunter with this new role as a business leader. After Alastair's death, Hunter took over the pack and faced challenges I could never have imagined. Denver was growing uncontrollably, threatening the reserve where we lived. The scarcity of game animals became a constant reality, forcing the pack to resort to extreme measures, such as scavenging for food in human refuse, to survive without violating the rule of staying away from humans.

Despite his harrowing situation, he still called me to tell me to take care of myself and not to leave the house. A loud gunshot sounded at that moment. I wheeled around to look at the villa across from me. A bloodied woman burst into the courtyard before slamming the door to trap the man in the villa. Then, she aimed a pistol at her head before pulling the trigger, effectively taking herself out with a bullet on the spot. I had spent three years struggling to survive in the apocalypse. There, I had seen way too many infected people choosing to take their own lives by shooting themselves just to avoid turning into zombies.

“We all know the only way hunters would have made it through that veil is if access was granted to them. And…” “One of us,” I sigh, feeling a migraine coming on. Luca and Nyra are right. Someone who has the power to scale through that veil unscathed must have helped them. And it cannot have been a regular pack member. It’s someone much stronger. “And how are we even sure they are hunters?” Nyra says, her hand reaching for a shirt on the floor before she decides against it, the look of disgust in her eyes. “I mean, it could be anything, right?”

He took off, the pack surging behind him. The pack moved swiftly, trailing Hunter as they approached an eerie stretch of abandoned warehouses on the outskirts of the city. It looked like something out of a post-apocalyptic nightmare. Hunter’s head snapped up as he caught her scent, then gestured toward a building. The pack fanned out, silent and ready. Inside, Chloe had already freed Ava and Steven from their chains. Guards were closing in, but Chloe’s eyes glazed over as she chanted under her breath. The guards crumpled to the ground, writhing in pain before she dropped her hand, snapping their necks.

There’s nothing left but survival. I stared at the words, my mind spinning. The Burning. That’s what people called it now, the apocalyptic event that had scorched the earth and turned the world into a wasteland. But this person—this scientist—had known it was coming. They’d predicted it. And somehow, they’d ended up here, in this bunker, leaving behind their journal like a final warning. I looked up from the journal, my pulse quickening. This wasn’t just a storm shelter. This bunker had belonged to someone who had known about the end of the world before it happened. Someone who had tried—unsuccessfully—to stop it.

My retaliation was a public humiliation in front of the entire university that Gary could not simply ignore. The game of humiliation he had carefully planned had turned into a public judgment of him and his lackeys. It broke the last of his restraint and made him go mad. He dropped the civility and stopped testing the waters. That night, the app posted an unprecedented "Ultimate Hunting" Quest. The title was crimson red. [Ultimate Hunting Quest. Capture Sinead alive and take her to the abandoned classroom building in the north.]