Sedition Hunters Novels & Stories

They came to the road, a mere path that led through loose dirt hills and small rocky mountains, only to find a large crevasse between it and themselves. “Shit on a pancake,” Dakari raged. “Everybody out, we need to hide quickly. We can try to ambush whoever that is when they come upon the car.” They jumped out this time and scrambled towards the low mountain to the left. Sharp, prickly weeds grew in the dirt and Aquina felt them dig into her ankles as she raced to hide. They stayed in a single file formation on the little path that seemed to be leading them to a red rock outcropping. Beecher led his little congregation, stopping briefly to scent the air. The vegetation grew thicker the

She knew the cleanup team would arrive soon. They exited the woods and got back into the car. Everyone was silent, until Ruth finally spoke again. “Those people you saw... they’re called the Hunters. Not the deer-and-rabbit kind. The ones who bear hatred for werewolves. They pretty much want to wipe every werewolf off the map. Good or bad, it doesn’t matter to them.” She paused and glanced at them. “Alex, you look like you just got indigestion. Are you okay?” Alexander looked up slowly, worry all over his face. “Those two back there...” he muttered.

“Oh, I think I'm wrong. Three of the hunters were killed. The one was killed by the dogs when they would have lunged at me but they lunged at the man when he tried to intercept me. So yeah. Three of them were killed.” He's just there, looking steadily at me without speaking. Unblinking, unmoving and unspeaking. “Why?” I ask, trying to break the silence. “You…just…messed up,” “What do you mean?” He bends his figure towards me and stares at me blankly. “You killed two hunters with the use of a blowpipe and a trap and a dog?” “Yeah?” “Okay.” He nods his head and after being quiet for a long moment, he bolts upright from his chair and paces around the room with no specific direction.

“You think your howls frighten us? We’ve burned two dens this month and you’re next. We’ll line your borders with fire until there’s nothing left but ash. Mothers will bury pups, and we’ll call it justice. You’ll choke on the smoke of your own making.” A warrior at the edge of the room stepped forward and delivered a sharp slap that snapped the captive’s head to the side. He hissed, tasting blood, but his eyes still burned with fanaticism. “Kill me. It won’t matter. Another will rise in my place. You’ll regret thinking you could stand against us. We are the Hunters. We are the line that keeps this world clean. And when Dorian gives the order—we strike.” Cassian crouched low in front of him,

That’s why he chose to be part of their mission. Kimberly and Giovanni had been involved in the unrest in the countries they’d been to—Libya first, and then Myanmar. The chaos was a result of the falsehoods they had sown in the hearts and minds of local communist groups, inciting rebellions against the government. Though their actions went against the beliefs Hunter once held dear, he forced himself to embrace this new reality—after all, it was the life he was meant to lead. “It was just a chance encounter at the mall. It didn’t mean anything,” Hunter replied as he brushed past Giovanni.

Ramsy boasted. Delta Ramsy mustered little heed to Higgins' pitiful state as the spat to the soon to-be corpse in his wake. Hunters were members of the resistance, who were mostly humans that had their only goal to be liberating their people and domineering the greater mass of carnivorous beast that desired to usurp any attempts they made to establish a system like theirs or breed enough to try. Higgins' life was dangling on a thin thread, his hands laid across the two ends of the baracade by chains anchored to his wrists and a weakened resolve from that death that just insisted on taking its time before truly drawing the life out of him.

After dropping Aurora and Draken into their pack's territory, Hunter along with his men went to check out Alonso's men's hideout which Silvia told him about. As soon as Hunter barged in he was met with a couple of burly men that reek of night Walker pack. He motioned his men to attack and within seconds there were snarls and growls echoing around. Hunter prowled like a king towards the man who was trying to escape from the back. Hunter caught him before he could escape. None of them were as powerful as him. He did beat up that guy but enough to make him immobile and not enough to kill him.

“Ethan, I get it. But I need this. I’ve got two days before I’m homeless. So unless you have a better option, I’ll take my chances with the mafia lord.” He sighed. “Alright. If you’re sure. Interview’s tomorrow, ten AM. I’ll text you the address.” “Thank you. Really. You don’t know what this means.” “Just… be careful. And if it’s too much, if you feel unsafe, you leave. Promise me.” “I promise.” We said goodbye. My phone buzzed with the address seconds later. 1247 Blackwood Estate Drive. I Googled it. My jaw dropped. Mansion. Ten bedrooms. Eight baths. Pool. Gym. Grounds the size of a park. Looked like something out of a magazine.

He nodded, and smirked, then gave a shrug. “Yeah, fuck ’em. Who gives a shit, right?” He had, in fact. He had given a great deal of a shit just a short while ago, and so had the rest of us, but our immunity was growing stronger, and rightly so. Crenham could go fuck itself, and so could Dine’s Green. London was calling, and my spray-painted car was going to get us there. To hell with the lime green cock on it. The girls were keen to sit together in the back, chatting away happily. There was a quiet solidarity growing between me and Pete, and it was a pleasure to be at his side.

"We're a 'Secret'." "A secret that’s currently 'Trending' in the deep web, Silas," Maya’s voice echoed from the small, battery-powered radio on the porch table. The former intern was still out there, lurking in the city’s data-stream. "The 'Reader' may have closed the book, but the 'Publishers' are still looking for their 'Investment'. They’ve hired a 'Private Military Group' to sweep the North Woods. They want to 'Recover' the Genesis marrow before the 'Market' forgets."