Suicide Hunter 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.

Meanwhile, Hunter managed to call me and explain what had happened as he waited for me to arrive. He looked into the pool, at the reflection of the moon, and staring at the reflection of the moon in Li Lake drove him to insanity. He believed that he was destined to eliminate all supernatural beings, as he could see them for what they truly were; he could force them to transform, and this made them vulnerable. "He possesses all special weapons and accessories to kill werewolves, vampires, witches, and anything else," he continued, his voice filled with a pain that he couldn't define through his words.

A figure emerged from the tree line—a tall man with the unmistakable confidence of someone who thought he was in control. Benton Nye. I had only seen his picture in the dossier Hana provided on the drive from the farm to the park. His picture had been burned into my mind—a man with sharp features, dark hair, and a smirk that barely concealed his arrogance. The dossier detailed his role as the leader of the American Hunter Association, his calculated brutality, and his obsession with destroying the supernatural and avenging his mentor, Sakina Adio. He didn’t just kill supernatural beings—he studied them, broke them, and experimented on them.

Hunter straightened up, the pain in his foot forgotten as he walked over to the bed and sat on the edge, giving her a thoughtful look. “Whoa, Aleah. Slow down. You’re coming at me like a machine gun,” he joked lightly, trying to defuse the tension. “Don’t joke about this!” she snapped, her fiery glare cutting him off. “Just answer me.” Hunter sighed deeply, his demeanor softening. “I can’t give you every detail about my mission. But I was... I was so close to dying two years ago. My cover was blown, my identity was out there. If I contacted you—or anyone—it would’ve put you all in danger. I had to fake my death... Your grandfather, Don Antonio, and Guiller helped me pull it off.”

He is standing with his back turned against me, his eyes trained on the other person. I focus on him instead. He looks stunned, his eyes widened, and his lips parted. “That is impossible,” he mutters, shaking his head. “That veil hasn’t been breached in years. Who could have…” “Only one breed,” he drawls. “Hunters.” “Shit!” I didn’t think they were going to figure it out so fast. My breath hitches in my throat when he angles his head a fraction, when everything suddenly stops, as if he can sense me.

I watched as the silver burned his palm, but he didn’t make a sound, he just threw the knife from my hand across the room. The look in his eyes turned from anger to crazed. I knew he was bound to slip up in this frenzied state. Luckily for me, I was a Hunter. No, I wasn’t just a Hunter, I was the best Hunter in The Academy. I knew I needed clarity, I needed to remain calm, and the only way I could do that was to get a read on his thoughts. He grabbed my throat and I instinctively tried to pry his hands away, but in reality I was reading him like a fucking book. He planned to kidnap me, and throw me into a hallucination, one where I would never know the difference between real and fake. He wa

“What did you just do?” Hunter asked coming out of the flowers. “You killed your son!” he walked past Ethan’s body. “Hunter!” Ludo called to him. “Join us Hunter,” Mr. Hamuumbu pointed the gun at him. “Aren’t you supposed to be dead, Hunter?” Ludo asked with her breath quickening. Hunter walked to where Ludo was and stood looking at Mr. Hamuumbu with disgust written all over his face. He didn’t utter a word to Ludo nor look at her.

We pretty much regret not killing him since the day we took him in. That is why Reaper and Savage have been hounding Hunter to find him. Hunter is one of the top Confradia hackers. And even though he’s the same age I was when I went off to war, he’s still quite naive about how the Confradia works. He’s a nice kid and a good agent, but he will never be an assassin. His girlfriend, Maleah, is Sage’s best friend and the reason Sage and I met.

JAMES POV We burst through the front door and were confronted. I skidded to a stop. “Jacob Sawyer,” I acknowledged the Hunter in front of me. He looked surprised to see me. “James Adler. I didn’t know you consorted with this sort.” He stood in front of me, looking relaxed, but I knew better. This Hunter has been credited with thousands of kills of my kind. He was strong and ruthless, and he had a serious hatred for anything supernatural, though he wasn’t above using them if they would help meet his needs.

he pulls her up with force. "What plans? Let go!" Sophia pulls her hand from his grip. "You think you can have all that much money in your name and still find true love? It was acting goddammit." He cocks his gun, "Now this is the real deal. You're coming with me." "Joe was right," cold chills run down Sophia's spine."You're..." Bang! The Hunter falls to the ground with a bullet in the back of his head. "Somehow I knew you'd come to see him," Gunner smirks at her. By now he has a bandage wrapped around his head. "Turn around. Hands behind your head. And one step at a time. I'm not The Hunter."