Speed Hunter Novels & Stories

They’ll want to check the wreckage to confirm I’m not inside. Keeping low to the ground, I hurried away from the crash as the hunters pulled up, hooting and hollering like the demented Americans they are. Now I don’t mean to say all Americans are demented. But the American hunters are an uncouth sort that takes a weird joy in killing, things being on fire, and vehicles getting into accidents. Whatever the case, their joyful hoots and hollers that I might be dead and arguments about who gets to take credit gave me time to get away. I hurried to the nearest neighborhood to search for a car to take.

of his suit, it only made the red bluish little dots stood out more. His brown italic shoes perfectly polished and everything looked perfect on him. The suit was tight around his shoulders and torso, emphasizing his long legs and strong arms. I cleared my throat, "Uh..." He smirked cockily, running his hair through his after fuck and wet hair. "I looked hot I know." "Well, hot is how to put it nicely, I'll say 'fuck me twice on Tuesdays' if it's not because you're running late." I mumbled as I turned back slowly to face the interesting wall, but I guess he heard me because he laughed. His hand came around my waist as he guided me with him. "Come on, before I take you on that offer and we

His uncle had given him the weapon to hide in his clothes, which was cold and heavier than it looked. “What are you fools waiting for? Go after her!” Big Trey yelled at them as they ran out of the crib, down the stairs and outside the building, to see the woman closing the car door she just entered, as it sped off. “Shit!” Khalil cursed. The opportunity to redeem himself and impress the boss had been wasted. ! ! ! ! ! ! Kimberly breathed a sigh of relief in the car, as they drove out of the lower east side of the city.

"Let us go get us some Bloodlusters." And in less than two minutes, we find ourselves armed and getting into our ride. I watch Connor as he smiles a wicked smile and slams his foot down onto the pedal, driving it into the floor. It sends the car screeching out of the driveway in less than two seconds to a speed of sixty down the road. As he hits the City streets, the rain is coming down in a flood from above, making visibility nearly impossible for the hunting of any creature at the moment. Yet, we are determined to eliminate this City from its problem tonight.

He doesn’t blink. Hunter: “Doesn’t matter. You’re on the list. Abomination.” He fires. The bolt is fast (faster than human). I’m faster. I catch it mid-air with two fingers, lightning crawling over the wood until it turns to ash. Celeste: “Rude.” He drops the crossbow, draws twin silver kukris, and moves (insane speed, perfect form). He’s not human. Not fully. Some kind of augmented hunter (blessed, cursed, rebuilt).

His watchful eyes scan the surroundings, ensuring the safety of their journey. Hunter, adorned with his trusty spear and a dagger tucked into his wrap, takes on the crucial role of scout, swimming at the forefront of the group. His weapon of choice, a sleek and sturdy spear, is poised to strike at a moment's notice, ready to defend against any threats that may emerge. The gleaming blade of his dagger serves as a versatile tool for close-quarters combat or precise underwater tasks.

Antares's eyes opened wide, as he noticed the engraving of the bell on the rifle. "Invisible Hunt. Fuck off," Antares cursed. They were Hunters who in the past had severed ties with Lucifer. And now, they started chasing him. The bullet was fired, and the black-eyed man endured the pain of the blood gushing out of his shoulder. As fast as possible, he maneuvered, and he avoided several vehicles that were in front of him. The sports motorbike he was using had lost its balance, and was thrown over the edge of the bridge.

His roll brought him behind a concrete barrier just as more shots rang out. Two left. And they were coordinating. Henry's nostrils flared, sorting through the scent profiles. One shooter, forty feet north. Another circling behind him. He waited, counting heartbeats. When the flanking shooter's scent grew strong enough, Henry exploded from cover. The man was halfway through reloading when Henry crashed into him like a freight train. The last shooter panicked, spraying bullets wildly. Henry bounded from shadow to shadow, using the darkness and his supernatural speed to close the distance. When he struck, it was over in seconds.

I throw the car into gear, the tires screaming against the concrete as I peel out of the garage. The drive to the estate should take twenty minutes. I intend to do it in eight. The city lights are a blur of meaningless neon. I weave through traffic with a lethal precision, the speedometer climbing into territory that would be a death sentence for a human driver. But I am not human right now. I am a hunter. I am a predator tracking the scent of his own life-force. The bond is a tether, pulling tighter and tighter until it’s a physical ache in my jaw. I can feel her body temperature—it’s too high, a dangerous, boiling heat that threatens to cook her from the inside out. And underneath that, th

The snow tiger roared and increased back to its full size but the bullet hole in its head remained. The majestic tiger knew that its end had finally come, but it was not going down without a fight. Ice spikes began to randomly shoot out of the snow. Shorty, the last Hunter standing, began to jump around, dodging the ice spikes that came from below him. He jumped into the air, reloaded his rifle and squeezed the trigger in mid air. At the same time, a ice spear flew at him at high speed. Shorty was in the air and could not dodge. He raised his sniper rifle to his chest in a bid to block the high velocity spear. The ice spear penetrated through the gun and passed through Shorty's thick skin, e