Novel & Cerita Sedition Hunters

His face buried in his hands. “The doctor wants to see you.” I mutter “Have I killed her?” He keeps his face hidden. “Isn’t that what you do? You kill the witches of the world.” There was no emotion in my voice. “Better to kill them before they kill us.” “What are you talking about?” “Come on, Logan! Are you really that naive? Abby and Lana were not the only ones killing wolves. Witches all around the world are doing it.” “You know this, how?”

While it didn't seem as though he was doing anything to find Silvio, he was actually spending his time uncovering a secret network that Silvio had developed to keep himself hidden. When I made this discovery, I knew I needed to help. With Ash's access, Hunter's information, and my hacking abilities, we were able to uncover many assets that Silvio had. Hunter was on the right path but didn't have the access we had to find out who was helping Silvio, which is where the Huntress came in. Once we locked the location of one of our targets, I would go after them and send them to Hunter. I did this in a different way each time so that Hunter wouldn't try and go after me instead. I wanted him to thi

Both Sicily and Americans were joining in for this to take off Milan. In addition to that, we have the Black Hunter as a backup. The Black Hunter has been messing with the shipments, stealing shipments occasionally. Twisting around in my head uneasily was how I was going to break it to her brother that I killed his sister because I thought she was a rat in the mafia and have been living to regret it ever since. Oh yeah, it works out if I just told him “yeah, killed your sister because she was a rat and now, I sleep in her room and vest her grave twice every single day.” Yeah, they would not freak out at all.

“But she probably knows where their home base is, and friends her ex was close with. That’d give IT and scouts something to run with.” “Are they still considered your ex if they are dead?” I chuckled. Cody laughed. “I think the murder part constitutes a breakup, personally.” I walked over to one of the bookshelves that surrounded my office. Hunters had been the one topic it had been glaringly difficult to find information on. For the most part, we only had names of key hunters and tactics they used. They were incredibly skillful at running under the radar. Hell, Trevor didn’t even realize a Marsan had been under his nose for weeks.

Hayden coughed a few times from the smoke and said sarcastically, "I deliberately mentioned that prison during dinner. Hunter goes to Byfield Cemetery every year, not to pay respects to Ms. Wright, but to keep a secret from all of us." This sentence made Hunter stop. He turned around and looked at Hayden, with a smile in his eyes. Hayden felt his temperament change in an instant, as if starting from his feet, gradually covered by mud and becoming gloomy and sinister. Hunter's fingertips casually plucked a leaf nearby, the juice staining his fingertips a different color. "Those who know too much generally do not live long." This was the first time Hayden had been threatened with his life. The

He is a man who wants movement, not just information. “Humans and witches. Our guys suspects he works with witches hence sending our own fallen vampires into the hands of hunters, forcing them to kill them and have internal madness and forcing them to walk around at night to attack our innocents and that’s why the hunters are coming after us” Witches. The word felt like a bell tolling somewhere under the city. Witches in our part of the world often come cloaked in midnights and bargains. The idea that he had allied himself with practitioners who trade blood for favors gave me the odor of sulfur and old wood smoke. Hunters, forced madness, evidence piled like sacrifices. The thought of our fa

They had Layla, and they would all pay for that. He approached the hidden side door and sniffed again. The scent of dead Hunter's blood lingered in the air, but they had cleaned everything up. Before or after any human saw them, he couldn't be sure. Hunters were very good at hiding their activities and getting rid of witnesses. Humans would never know just by looking at the pavement that something happened there that morning. The lack of police vehicles suggested a cover-up by both the Hunters and his security team. Cain’s growl rumbled through the quiet car park as he lifted his head and looked at the hotel. Traitors. Fucking traitors. He would deal with all of them, too, the second he got

"Made it look like a heart attack. But I know. I know it was them." My blood ran cold. Brennan had been uncomfortable but ultimately supportive during the European Alpha confrontation. "When?" "Two hours ago. His assistant found him collapsed in his office." Torres's hands shook. "That makes five Council members dead in six months. All who supported reform, all who protected daughters." "Tell me about the Hunters," I demanded. "Everything you know." "They call themselves the Covenant of Ash. Direct descendants of the original Hunter families from the 1700s." He pulled out a battered laptop, hands shaking as he typed. "They've been operating in secret for centuries, hiding their time, buildin

They would provide sanctuary to the hunters if need be, even house weapons. “Fuck, that would make sense,” Andreas says, and I nod, shell-shocked as shit. “If this is true, then we’ve just discovered the hunters’ biggest secret,” I say incredulously, then get to my feet. “Will you come to check it out with me?” “Obviously,” Andreas says, then turns to Fenriz. “We’ll be back in a few hours.” Three hours later, we raided all the churches and found the Death’s Temple hunters - all but Katherine and the raven-haired bitch.

I explained. “What kind of dangers?” he questioned. “Rogues and hunters. Rogues are werewolves that went insane. They’ve lost all of their humanity and gained bloodlust for other wolves. While hunters are humans that know of our existence and seek to wipe us away from the face of the earth entirely” I sighed looking down. “Which is worst?” he asked. “Hunters. They can hide in plain sight and cause more pain” I murmured and stopped walking. “Bunnie, are you okay? I’m sorry if I did or said something wrong” he spoke looking at me with worry.