Speed Hunter Novels & Stories

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

The change finishes in seconds, and I take off. The wind whips hard against my face as I sprint through the streets, but I don't slow down. My nose catches everything: trash, rust, blood from fights. Then something sharper cuts through—the hunters scent. Gun oil, leather, that chemical smell they use on their gear. They're close. I follow the trail, jumping over fallen fences and cutting through narrow alleys. My heart pounds steady, anger building with every step. Knox is hurt because of them. Cole is missing because of them. Enough.

I answered and adjusted my posture. "Hunters are advised to attack at noon when the sun is high up in the sky, so the light can be used as an advantage. Hunters should only engage vampires at night when it cannot be avoided. Blessed oil is most preferred to blessed water because it doesn't evaporate quickly, it burns into their skin, and a little can go a long way. As for the bullet, it has to be prepared by the hunter to be sure of its purity and the blessing inscriptions," I explained.

the hunter yelled at his comrades. I saw some relief on Dad’s face when he realized me and my brother were presumably safe but it was short lived as he still needed to keep Sofia safe. While the hunters had their attention divided between the fight and what their friend told them I climbed to tree I had been hiding behind and pulled out my bow. I quickly lined up my first shot and managed to his the hunter to my dad’s left right through the throat causing the other hunters to panic and look around.

As the investigation into the serial killings continued, Miriam and Donovan received a briefing about the next potential target. According to their sources, the killer's sights were set on Senator Harrison Grant, a high-profile politician and close ally of former President Jameson Walker. Senator Grant was a well-known figure in the city's political landscape, having served as a senator for over a decade. He was a charismatic leader, known for his sharp wit and razor-sharp intellect. However, his rise to power had not been without controversy. Grant had been embroiled in several high-profile scandals, including allegations of corruption and cronyism.

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

The hunters knew that they were getting close. They crept forward, their weapons at the ready, until they caught sight of Tate standing in a clearing, his massive form silhouetted against the moonlit sky. Without hesitation, the hunters opened fire, their silver bullets ripping through the air and striking Tate with deadly force. Tate came to realize at that moment that he had been on a bad path for so long and barely escaped from the hunters. He went back home to his brother, and Marcus gladly allowed him take back his place knowing that he really had changed.

We couldn’t see in the car, the windows were tinted’ I can hear the annoyance in his voice. ‘Just head back for now’ I say before I cut the link and decide to give the Red Fang border a run. It only takes me a short while to make distance. My wolf is fast and cross country is definitely faster than by road. There is a strange eerie silence along their border, I can’t even scent any of their patrol. In Fact I couldn't hear or scent any animals or wildlife, almost like standing in a dead land.