Post Apocalyptic Hunter Novels & Stories

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.]

she snapped “There weren’t any other lies, I assure you. I will never lie to you again.” “Then explain to me why you live here. There's a zombie apocalypse and you live in a mansion and encounter no troubles? And whose all these people you have to do everything for you??” She sat up now, looking at him with pain in her eyes. “Do you promise your feelings for me won’t change when I tell you the truth?” June looked at him with a blank expression.. Hunter took a deep breath before continuing. “I live here because it’s my home in your world.”

They had all seen the carnage—the shit show from the arachne getting loose before everything went to hell. Hunter told me the controls weren’t responding as he tried to drug the beast without harming the girls. After that failed, it was already too late, so he had reached for the dart gun and ran around the tunnels to get to the exit closest to where the beast was. I was fucking furious at him. All of this could have been avoided if he had been able to deal with it before it came out of the cavern.

Logan’s POV Dealing with the death of my sisters was the hardest thing that I had ever done. I had known about this hunter for some time and instead of standing up and taking charge. I listened to my parents. Believing that my father was right. Watching my parents mourn over their bodies was heartbreaking and yet I was so full of rage. I had warned Lana and when I find her, she will regret the day she tried to fuck my kind over. I didn’t care that she was my mate. I would never accept her.

But how many innocent lives would be lost if we went to war with the hunters? Shaking my head, I reach up and rub the puckered scar where the wound had been. The bullet must have been dipped in wolfsbane as it was taking too long to heal. Even with silver, once it was out of the body, healing took very little time but it had already been a week and the scar bothered me as much as the strange girl standing in the clearing.

He never had and somehow, he maintained his sanity. I listen to him continue his words. "It will always be at the back of the Hunter's mind that we are here to hurt them. And more also, you know other hunters, like the ones in Antarctica, Asia and North America...since they didn't allow our specie to live freely in their continent, trust me, others would look weak if they try to allow us to have that chance. I can say that's what that fucker Cole Hunter is feeling, and that's why he wants us back into our abode." Hillary finishes explaining and as much as I want to try to change his words, deep down, I cannot, because I know it is the truth.

I hear Ralph asking the paramedics witch broth him here. "A car crash, he had a female passenger as well she is badly injured. She is on the way to you with a second ambulance." When I heard that, I knew that Hunter is Hunter. Nothing changed after I left. Probably he was coming from a party like usual, where he will pick up a lady and go to one of his many apartments or houses through the city or better through the countries. He used to do this a lot. He will not be home with me for more than one hour. He was most of the time gone, and I did not hear anything from him for days. It was his pattern and habit. But I think now it was too far. His life was in danger now, and besides the paparazz

A figure emerged from the tree line—a tall man with the unmistakable confidence of someone who thought he was in control. Benton Nye. I had only seen his picture in the dossier Hana provided on the drive from the farm to the park. His picture had been burned into my mind—a man with sharp features, dark hair, and a smirk that barely concealed his arrogance. The dossier detailed his role as the leader of the American Hunter Association, his calculated brutality, and his obsession with destroying the supernatural and avenging his mentor, Sakina Adio. He didn’t just kill supernatural beings—he studied them, broke them, and experimented on them.

The Reaper, having achieved his goal, approached Hunter's father and presented himself as the right-hand man, concealing the fact that Hunter was in his possession. Hunter's father, unaware of The Reaper's true intentions, welcomed him into a position of influence. The Reaper's dark presence now lurked within the pack, his alliance with Hunter's father granting him the leverage to further manipulate events. The pack, still recovering from the shift in balance, remained oblivious to the impending threat.

He ran his hand through his tousled hair and confessed, “Look, all I know is that there was a misunderstanding between my father and him but then he killed my dad when they went out on a hunt. The pack immediately ordered a death hunt for him but he never returned.” “Until now. Oh my god...” Anna gasped with her hands covering her mouth. Although she had always known deep down that Hunter was a very dangerous man, she never imagined that he would be capable of such a thing. Knowing Hunter and Zayn very well, it seemed that forgiveness was completely out of the question. “You can stay here today and then we will leave tomorrow.” Kodiak paused a bit when his eyes fell on her bulging stomach. “