Suicide Hunter Novels & Stories

Maybe… so why are my fucking instincts going into overdrive? Hunter Sullivan wasn’t a man to ignore his intuition – not anymore, not ever again – and he dashed into the bedroom, yanked the bedside table drawer open, grabbed the loaded gun. He shot back into the living room and kept on going. His hand was on the door handle, her name was rising in his throat, and the warning was almost on his lips… then he heard two shots. And he suddenly knew that he’d failed the woman that he loved yet again; that he’d been too late to spot the danger yet again.

There were still 10 minutes to go until the second shot blasted and Susanna was frantically stripping for the entire collection of hunters to see. “Turn your fucking eyes away, asshole,” Logan yelled at a man 10 yards down the line who had been gawking at Susanna in the distance. The hunters quickly realized Susanna was meant for Logan. Since Logan was Kreil, it was easy to collectively decide it wasn't worth the pummel they would get if they kept looking. There may have been thousands of hunters lined up, but none dared to take a mate not fated for them. Even if someone did dare to claim someone else's mate, they would especially avoid one fated for a Kreil. It still could happen in theory,

He quickly dropped the chair and swerved out of the way of a flying fist and meandered his way out the door. Outside the bar Sly fox allowed the fresh cool evening air to cool his body. Even though he has had a lot of drinks he was still sober enough to track down his killers. He pulled out the smartphone, corp issued, and brought out everything about the assassin he needed to take down in this hunt. This was his fourth hunt which means he is a delta. He leered at the image of a hot brunette that filled his screen.

After pondering it for a while more, Felix still could not put a face on that name. Not wanting to waste more time, he grabbed a machete from one of the thugs and threw it with deadly precision. Hunter was about to retort Stinger, but he was silenced immediately. The blade sank deep into Hunter's chest. He stared in disbelief at his chest, mumbling, "Y-You killed—" Yet, before he could finish his sentence, blood gushed out from his mouth, and he collapsed to the ground.

I whispered as fidgeted with my fingers "Well don't look so glum I'm here to give you a second chance if your willing to take it, it's your choice" "What do you mean" "I mean you have a choice if you wanna become a hunter, here we are at the hunter institute where we recruit and train people to become hunters to defend threats to the supernatural and human community " I just stared at him as he continued "There are also hunters that are part of an elite group called assassin hunters, they are few but they are the strongest and most powerful of all the hunters , chris here is part of that group", he glanced at chris then back to me "he's a vampire with special abilities one of them being he c

The hunter raised his weapon, aiming straight at my chest. Everything slowed. I saw Sophia’s face in my mind: her green eyes full of fear, her smile from other days, the faint movement of her belly. Come back, she seemed to say. Come home, Bright. The hunter pulled the trigger. A roar erupted to my right. A figure lunged with impossible speed, knocking the man down before he could fire. The weapon clattered to the ground with a metallic crash. Amid the confusion, I recognized Dante. Dante. With brutal strength, he pinned the man, twisting his arm until the hunter screamed in pain. In one swift motion, Dante wrenched the weapon away and held him down, pressing a knee into his back. The hunter

she hissed, her amber eyes glowing, burning “You have nothing here. You’re a murderer.” The floor seemed to drop beneath me. My stomach twisted violently. “No,” I choked, shaking my head. “I-I didn’t know. They never told me who-” Hessa’s laugh was bitter, sharp. “You didn’t care to know. You’re an assassin of Cross. Don’t pretend you’re blind. You were trained to kill us. You are a Hunter. And hunters are what werewolves hate the most.” Hunter. The name I’d heard whispered in stories, savior of humankind, they said. Killers of supernaturals… My chest heaved.

For her and her Kingdome she had to kill. A drop of water dropped at her hands and it started raining washing away all the stains of blood from her face. Just then she heard a loud cry. “Ahhhhhhh.” Shama felt as if she knew the voice. It seemed like Ansh’s voice. Shama’s eyes went wide at the realisation. It’s been too much time since they were trapped in this room. The owner of haunted house was also with the assassins. “ANSH” Shama shouted as she heard his voice.

They stopped before me, the engines coming off one after the other. Henrique Crimson Sparrow took off his helmet, his short strawberry blonde visible under the full moon's light. He had a scar running down his chin. He smiled, stepping off his bike. “You nuts have a death wish, Xavier? Coming here alone?” I smiled back, a cold smile devoid of any humor. “Who says I’m alone?” Henrique Crimson Sparrow looked confused, and looked around the space. Henrique followed my movements with his eyes. Then, the forest came to life.

These four years have passed in the blink of an eye. Three years ago, Stella committed suicide in an insane asylum because she could not bear the remorse of killing her daughter. And Jonathan tried to escape from the army cantonment because he could not bear the torture and was shot dead. Hunter is still in an insane asylum. He is completely crazy now and does not recognize anyone. Sometimes, he just screamed crazily that Duke destroyed him. John came to apologize to Lelia. Lelia forgave him but John couldn't forgive himself.