Suicide Hunter Novels & Stories

I thought Vincent was a trustworthy person, so he told him, "I met Aliyah half a year ago. She is a hunter. She accidentally fell into Blood Moon territory and was caught by me." "What???" Vincent was so surprised that he stood up. Compared to me, when he bounced, he looked much funnier. My mood suddenly got a little better. "Is what you say true? Why is Aliyah a hunter? You're not kidding me, are you?" Vincent asked, panicking.

Crystal Snow POV I tried my best to show him, love, to show him that for me, he is more important than his money. But it did not work. Hunter was and still is the most hunted man from New York, a billionaire who can have everything and anything at any time. He was forced to marry me, a simple woman just because he needed to look good in papers like a married man and a loving person. I was easy prey because of my red and long hair like fire, my blue sparkling eyes and my slim body. I was just the perfect wife but in reality, for him, I'm nobody.

I’d found that if I referred to it as a mishap, and nothing more, then I could deal with it. As a team, we’d managed to avoid any civilian deaths in almost a decade. Though Tim’s death was ultimately my fault, as the newest member of the team Sierra was the one suffering through the hard stares and judgemental frowns. Whilst they would never admit it, there was a clear sense of disconnect between most of the hunters and the modern world. They were traditionalists, through and through, and Sierra – unlike the rest of us – had not either been born into the trade, as I had, or found out about the supernatural though tragedy, like Torre.

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

Logan’s POV Dealing with the death of my sisters was the hardest thing that I had ever done. I had known about this hunter for some time and instead of standing up and taking charge. I listened to my parents. Believing that my father was right. Watching my parents mourn over their bodies was heartbreaking and yet I was so full of rage. I had warned Lana and when I find her, she will regret the day she tried to fuck my kind over. I didn’t care that she was my mate. I would never accept her.

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.

As if bleeding before giving birth was an everyday thing for me. A new year has arrived, but old commitments remain: Hunter, with the second nomination for the Best Player award, wins more sponsors and consequently more parties, photoshoots and commercials, not that I don’t like to see him looking all hot in the photos showing the six-pack, but I feel terrible around him for not having the little perfect body that I had before.

Covering up the hole with some moss, she dusted off her dress and hurried home, her thoughts of the Hunters exposing her long gone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "They're here! The Hunters have arrived!" The cries of the young boys ran through the whole village, many men and women coming out to see the sight. Liam riding in front, followed by nine other men, all on horseback. On the back of Liam's horse was the dead carcass of a mountain lion, and his quiver held an unusual number of arrows. Instead of the standard twelve like the rest of the men in his party, it held 15, two from the archer who had shot the beast earlier, as well as the arrow aimed to warn him.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

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.