Sedition Hunters Novels & Stories

Gunner explained. He actually told me more than I was expecting him to. It didn’t make sense though, the hunters would have known about an organisation like that. They have spies, ways of getting sensitive information from places you wouldn’t expect. This feels like something they would have known about. Especially if these mercenaries were killing clans of hunters and innocent humans. That’s what the hunters are for, protecting the humans, by eradicating the supernaturals. “Why’s that, why the hush hush?” I pushed him for more answers,

I raised my eyebrows and approached him. “I'm not going to accept your blackmail,” I said firmly. “Don't make me look like an idiot. Don't underestimate me.” “They're going to come in and destroy everything. Greco wants Selene and the baby alive; he desperately needs them, but the old-school hunters are going to kill them,” said the hunter. “They are the beginning of the new world according to our mission, and we can't let the new world begin, or we'll all die, every one of us.”

She didn’t feel a thing. The car was quiet. The trees moved slightly in the breeze. Then.. Voices. Muffled. Male and female. Eleanor’s unmistakable tone—smooth but sharp-edged. Then another voice, older, colder. The more they talked, the more bile rose in my throat. They were Hunters who regarded themselves as The Sledge. The worst kind. Ruthless, strategic, deeply embedded. I’d only heard rumours. Whispers in the underground. Ghost stories passed between operatives who never finished their missions.

said Cael. “There is just a misunderstanding ...” the man said. The hunters did not speak, but the man admitted to the three. “I’m the one who kills.” It says. His companions listened to him. “I meant killing.” “Stop it..” the woman said. “I’m curious about who the hunters are and what they can do ...” he said. ‘What are you doing?’ ‘Let me do this. It is our chance to kill the meddler. ‘ ‘Are you crazy?’

I was quick to hire the best investigators money could buy to find him. It took them three days to find him. Might have been less if I had found the patched letter on the floor earlier. Matteo Leone. Pretty boy had a pretty name. He was twenty three years old. There was nothing much on him, except his family and his hidden hobbies. He was bisexual. The folder contained rumors that suggested he was living under his father's thumb. I couldn't fathom how any father could treat their own child like hazardous dirt. So, I had searched for more.

I hollered as I shifted to hunt down the bastards. Carson quickly caught the first two and eliminated them. The stupid assholes had thought coming back together half a mile from the clearing was going to help them. We crept through the forest silently, searching for the last rogue. We scouted the forest for hours and had just picked up its scent when a frantic call echoed through the forest. We froze misstep, trying to pick it up again if it was uttered again. Moments later a low-pitched bird call followed by a rapid, stressful one. Fuck. We looked around anxiously. ‘Falcon, hunters are here. What do we do?’

I laugh at his acts. There is silence now, and I speak, "Hunters. There is a brewing war between us, Vampires, and them, Hunters. In the past years, we have allowed deaths from our side and looked away from it. Today, they kill one of ours again and even, apart from that, Sebastian Hunter is planning greatly on ways to sending away from her. He wants us back in the locks." I tell the Kings. They remain silent. "Cole Hunter, the Third, the King of all Hunters, in few years from now would leave the throne for Sebastian Hunter, and judging from what we see now, Sebastian has no respect for the normalcy we have built.

But the last paragraph makes Sera's breath catch: I'm scared, Aunt Chen. I think I've uncovered something bigger than I realized. The corruption goes deeper than just our pack. Elder Marcus has been selling information to a hunter organization called the Crimson Order. They're not like other hunters—they don't just kill rogues. They want to eliminate ALL supernatural beings. And Marcus has been helping them. I've told Sera about some of it. She thinks I should go to the alpha. But I'm worried Dante won't believe me without concrete proof. So I'm collecting evidence. Thomas is helping me hide it.

In the continent of Elysium, magic has dried up and monsters have descended. The only way to survive is to participate in a game called "Hide and Seek." Only the winning races receive rewards and a chance to live. The Werewolf Clan drew me—a twenty-two-year-old half-blood werewolf. I was painfully thin, having been locked in a dungeon for the past fifteen years. The live chat scrolling before my eyes was filled with despair: [What the hell? This is our clan’s representative?] [A girl a strong breeze could knock over? Is she even an adult?] [I bet she bursts into tears the second she sees a monster.] [It’s over. We’re so dead. I knew we’d lose this time. Are the werewolves really going to be

I have to ensure that the hunters stay align with the plan, even as doubt linger in my mind. The hunter's crib is nestleddeep in the shadows of the nearby woods. I approached cautiously, signallingucius go remain outside as lookout. He nodded, blending into the darkness. I push the creaking door open and step into the dimly lit cabin. The air reeks of smoke and metal, a reminder of the weapons the hunters wield so viciously against my kind. The hunters, rough men with hardened favs greet me with a mix of suspicion and interest. In my perfect disguise, I maintain a calm demeanor. I am being led to a secluded room by their leader.