Suicide Hunter Novels & Stories

The male hunter stared at the two women beside him, helpless. “No… you’re a monster! You wanted more power, you bastard!” one female screamed and rushed at Duke, but he turned and vanished, faster than any of them could chase. Ruth stepped closer to the man who had died. His face was familiar. He was older than most of the others, a peacemaker trying to prevent the coming war. Ruth’s gaze softened, then hardened as she realized what Duke had done. Before she could mourn further, more hunters entered the warehouse. Ruth didn’t wait. She turned and left.

Now he was my only support who could show me the light out of this hideous place. "W-w-who are you?" I stuttered, looking at him. "I'm the last person alive in this place, Anderson Parkmerg. Except for me, she killed all of them in her heart-wrenching game." With that clever glance, he smirked at me and asked. "Aren't you curious to know about this place?" I stayed quiet, but he started telling the story with a grin.

Hunter stared at his hands for a while before he placed them on his face, his eyes wide opened "Everytime I sleep, I see her.....I see them.....and it keeps reminding me of the fact that I killed them.....that I was responsible for their death and it hurts.....it hurts a lot knowing that I killed them....I just want the pain I keep feeling to stop.....I want to stop seeing them in my dreams" "Unless you accept the fact that you were not the responsible for their death, then the pain will never stop and you won't stop seeing them in your dreams.....instead Hunter you will end up going completely insane and do you know, if you go insane then I'll too.........my life is useless without you and

“You touched her? I’m going to fucKing kill you. I asked you nicely at first with just a little threat. Now I have a good reason to end what I started. He grabs Jake’s arm, twisting it behind him. I hear bones crack. I flinch. Jake’s horror filled shrieks fill the air. He drops the knife as Hunter rams his head into the wall. Hard. Once. Harder. Twice. And even harder the third time. Oh my God. He was really going to kill him. Can’t he just knock him out and call the police? “Hunter.” I walk back into the bathroom and hold his arm. Jake seems lifeless. No. Is he dead? Hunter let’s go off him and holds onto me but I toss his arm off. Did he kill him? Half of his face is bloody. I bend down to

“No.’’ I breathed. “See her?’’ I pointed back to Jessie, who was standing next to the camera man. “All of the lies that you've seen today on TV were a result of her. She has been sleeping with my husband since we got married. I hate to break it to you darling, but you're not the only one. My husband cares about no one. He is a selfish bastard." "Is this true?” She turned suddenly, and the gun was aimed at Galen. My heart skipped a beat and panic set inside me. Galen didn't say anything. Then it happened. She fired the gun and the rippling sound echoed in the atmosphere. When I felt that pain piercing close to my chest I realized what I had done.

And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo

His mind was blank for a second. Later on, he found himself licking her blood and slowly biting between the neck and the shoulder of the hunter. Little by little his teeth are pressing on her skin. But before he completely bite her, he was back to his sense. He was stunned for a few seconds. His hand starts trembling while looking at his face of Accalia. He wanted more, he wanted to bite her, and he wanted to mark the hunter. But when he remember the face of her mother, he feel guilty about what he was doing. Instead of biting the hunter, he bites his arm until fresh blood flows in it.

"I have something to tell you." "What is it?" I watched the dark sky above and wished he would stop my misery by telling me what indeed had happened to his parents. "Both of my parents are dead," said Hunter after a long pause. My body stiffened. "I am so sorry." "My dad liked to hit my mom a lot for his sexual pleasure," there was a clear disgust in his voice. "When I was fourteen, I took my mom and my sisters and moved here. We rented a small flat. My mom worked in a department store while I worked in Poirot. It was good for a while until my dad found us." Hunter paused for what felt like forever and I wanted to see his face but the fact that my feet were not even on the ground made it imp

“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.

“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.