Sedition Hunters Novels & Stories

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.

he explained “ I never knew that I was a hunter until the death of my dad, so I can't help you.” I said “ You can't leave the people without a leader, we need a leader and your uncle cant lead us” am beginning to be confused and i asked “ Why can't my uncle lead you? He is the closest to my dad” they smiled “ Your dad and uncle were never close, in fact they don't agree on certain things. To crown everything, he is ruthless and wicked. If you leave us in his hands, we are going to suffer, that's why we came to look for you” The other guy spoke.

“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.

I’d written a variety over the months, some begging forgiveness, some trying to help my wife understand my filth, some practically blank as my sullied brain struggled for a reason. Katreya, this letter began. But no combination of words would ever cut it. My pill bottles were already lined up. I’d been stockpiling them for five months, which was more than enough to see me through to the other side. I hoped my anonymity in Worcester meant it would take days if not weeks for someone to find me, by which time I’d be long gone. Nothing but a blue-tinged corpse, worthy of my destination. That’s where I wanted to be. In the ground, not floating around like an outcast in this shitty life.

It's the 'How', that changed the world; A werewolf cub had been captured, by fanatics calling themselves The Supernatural Police: Venerers, they were later re-named as. Originally a hunter class comprising of men and women that were biased and fundamentally factions of hate crime suspects. These hunters had released a live telecast of a public execution attempt on a five-year-old, after torturing him, to pull out his unique gift to turn into a wolf.

She is basically the writer and I the director. Our goal as Hunters is to eliminate harm and evil. And to us the witches and vampires possess those characteristics. Since no one could do it, polices, lawyers. We humans took it upon ourselves and religion to cleanse the land from evil. “Quiet!!!” Nithara's voice cuts through the heavy noise, pulling everybody back to focus. She scans the room like she wants to pick someone out and then she looks at me, brushing the side of her nose with her thumb. She hesitates.

“I was lonely back home; the pack stayed away from the Elder's children. We were known as snitches. We were bullied often. It was just the three of us banding together. The other two left the pack once they came of age and lived as rogues. The word around the pack is that they were murdered by hunters. I took the first opportunity I saw to leave. I knew what my father wanted was going to leave me in a bad predicament. Anything was better than River Valley. My father began working with hunters when his fated mate turned out to be one. My mother has suffered a great deal from his infidelity. He helped the hunters catch rogues, and for each one they caught, the hunters paid him a great deal of

His voice sounds increasingly angry with each word . " Which part ? " I scoff . " All of it . I could never kill Diana even if someone took my soul and replaced it with a hunter's ! " He hits back with rage . Hunters are said to be humans with above average abilities , their only aim is to rid the world of supernatural species , more often than not , they tend to go for werewolves and vampires the most . They usually leave seers , witches and related species alone . His statement didn't make sense in the least.

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.]