Post Apocalyptic Hunter Novels & Stories

INTRODUCTION My name is Kacela. I am twenty-one years old, and I am a werewolf hunter. And I have a secret. I am a werewolf. I was raised in a family of werewolf hunters. My father, mother and older brother are all werewolf hunters, and I made my first kill when I was twelve years old. I am trained in weaponry and hand to hand combat as well as other skills that I use in the field, like tracking. I’m also exceptionally good at finding werewolves who don’t want to be found using a variety of techniques, but mostly common sense and computer skills. It’s a family business and it keeps us well employed and financially stable. We move around a lot because of it.

He thinks he can get closer to us, but as soon as he does, Hunter attacks, and he has to retreat. "Enough Hunter. We have played enough games. We had to go back to our pack. Kill him," I say. Although I enjoyed playing this little game with my brother, I wanted to get to Bonita and see how she was doing. I do not trust Oscar. I believe he does have another mate, but I do not want him near my mate. He will try to rape her or anything to hurt me. He is so furious at her as well. Hunter does not wait a moment. He attacks my brother and grabs him by the throat. Hunter breaks his neck. And while breaking his neck, he puts his clothes into Christopher's heart and rips it out. As Christopher dies,

Upon discovering the rebel stronghold, Hunter and his team launched a decisive counterattack. This operation wasn’t only driven by the ambush that injured Hunter's men but also aimed to rescue the young individuals held captive by the rebels and rogues. Hunter received news that several boys from the town had been taken by the rebels and were being forcibly trained as fighters. These boys were taught how to handle firearms and were being prepared to combat the government.

He doesn’t even scream when my teeth latch onto his throat. I kill all of them. Sniffing them out from their hiding places. Ripping their heads from their tender little bodies. I didn’t care if the other humans saw me. They needed to know that we couldn’t be fucked with. Charging through the house, I could smell how we had lost many. They had been directly hit in the heart and there would be no coming back from that. Aslow, Aiden and many of the others were surrounded by dead Hunter’s in the garden. Aiden has an arrow sticking out of his shoulder and Aslow is preparing to remove it.

The imbalance that would be caused and the consequences of what was going to happen would be massive. "Make sure no one enters till I am done with my hunt." Alpha Ryker continued to list his instructions as they now made their way inside the forest where several humans were scattered awaiting to catch the werewolves change to their wolf forms unbeknownst to them that they were the ones going to experience the long-awaited change. At the same time inside the forest walked Thyra in search of her family. Her brows were knitted in a frown at what had occurred earlier. Her mind was still occupied with the thoughts of what she had done that could have warranted that ferocious glare from the Alpha

He looked at me with his eyebrow raised. “What’s it going to be? To die or not to die?” I rolled my eyes, grasped the gun tighter and flipped the safety off. “We have to eat.” He waved his hand towards the forest. “After you.” I swallowed the lump in my throat and moved silently into the forest. I kept a slow pace, keeping all my senses open to anything and everything. I glanced at Jamie before holding my fist up, telling him to stop. I turned my head slightly, listening intently. His hands shifted on his gun to hover over the trigger. Suddenly a deer was thrown in front of us and a bear leapt on top of it to tear its throat out. Mona shifted back in front of us, crossing her legs and coveri

*** The gunshot echoed through the underground cage like a divine punctuation — the kind that closed a chapter permanently. Ziko’s body slumped forward, lifeless, crimson blooming across his chest like a cursed rose. Hunter stood still as his men: trained, merciless, silent, stepped in and cleaned up the mess. Not a single command was needed. They knew the drill. Blood was part of the foundation down here. Hunter lit a cigarette, the smoke curling from his lips like a hissed warning to anyone daring enough to cross him next. The bitter flavor of rage hadn’t dulled at all. If anything, it grew sharper with every passing second.

I was watching my weight anyway and I needed to get in and out fast, I didn’t want to wait any longer to get this journey started. “Jarvis, navigate me to The Academy in Maine.” I said. I knew this would be a multiple day journey, because we would be stopping in between, but we had to go that direction anyway. “As you wish, ma’am.” He said, and we were off. I ate my food in silence, pondering my journey. How funny is it that when I was younger I swore to be the first in my family to break the mould and not become a Hunter. But now, I'm one of the top Hunters. I guess revenge and hatred will fuel you to succeed, even if you never wanted to.

And yet the hunter kept walking calmly through the smoke. Like he owned the building. We reached the end of the ruined corridor. The air smelled like gunpowder and burning metal. Broken glass crunched beneath our shoes. Bodies lay scattered along the walls. Guards. Spanish syndicate soldiers. Hunters. The aftermath of war. The hunter stepped over one of them without even looking down. “You did well back there,” he said suddenly. I frowned. “What?” “Offering yourself.” His voice sounded almost approving. “Most people panic.”

I tuned out her crying and kept fighting wanting to end this once and for all. "Damon stop let us fight",I heard Julian but I didn't want to stop. I shook my wolf head and kept going this needed to end I wanted to name our pups and love in peace with my mates. Shifting back to human I stood chest heaving as many Rogues laid dead the hunters were near them. The lead hunter stood panting as he bled and held up a gun aiming for my mates and I leaped in the way as he fired and felt the bullet pierce my gut. Julian yanked him up and held him high in the air the hunter choking to breath.