Novel & Cerita Sedition Hunters

Nothing felt like enough. “Silas,” I whispered, pressing my hands to his chest. His breathing was shallow, his body too still. The scent of silver mixed with blood was suffocating. The hunters were getting closer. I could see their shadows through the gaps in the trees, hear their low voices cutting through the air. I squeezed my eyes shut, muttering a prayer to anyone who might be listening. A shift in the wind made my breath catch. A familiar voice rang through the air. “Let’s wrap this up! We’ve got enough!” Orin.

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

Then the confessions flowed from Kendall, as though a desperate plea for redemption, retribution, everything she knew she herself couldn't get for her father. Kendall: She killed Madz. She set papa up to take the fall. Made him kill all those people so that — Mary: Yes, yes. Mama knows. She already knows. You can always count on that. Your father disgraced himself by getting caught. He wasn't worthy of the name Hunter. Now hush child, the adults are talking. No guards came. Of course they didn't. The House of Hunter's second in command had returned home and demanded not to be disturbed. With Killian dead, even after all these years, who would dare defy The Silencer?

“It’s the fucking Hunters who work for her. You know, the ones who have been hunting me since I was a child?” Noah’s lips pursed and he turned his head, looking out the window at the grey and black stone cathedral which towered over the countryside. It looked out of place in the bright air of L.A and was closed to the public. Most people thought it was an eccentric billionaire’s mansion, some thought it was a cult. Serenity leaned more to the latter. The hunters which spawned out of the building, were zealots. Their way, or death. Many a passing acquaintance had told Serenity if you see a Hunter, you were already dead. She was glad for her ability to sense them… and right now, that ability w

I said to Damien. “What was what?” He replied. I recognized that sound, it was a compound silencer. A tool The Academy gave us. It was specifically ingrained not to be able to be picked up by a Vampires super sensitive hearing. A lot of Hunters used them, I even had before.

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.]