Suicide Hunter Novels & Stories

She seems don't mind the cut off and continued with a strange expression, “This is confidential-” “How can you say it is when you handed me a jade of information?!” She craned her neck, lost all the necessary excuses. She sigh after realizing I already frustrated. She ask with a bit of confussion, “How can the young lady realize my lies?” I sneered. “You really asking that? Really, how can you be a huntress?” She pondered about it, and it only cause my heart to shook with too much frustration. She said after, “Well, I'm not actually a huntress...”

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.

This is the second part of the Trilogy, which focuses on Hunter. Who's Hunter? Hunter is the firstborn son of the infamous Beast, a hybrid of an Undead and a werewolf. The rightful heir of both the Pack and the Deads. But he doesn't want to take over the packs yet. He wants to meet his mate first. He has been watching his parents' relationship all his life and at the age of 25 he's desperately craving a mate of his own. He yearns for what his parents have.

To ensure I had full control of everything. I watched from the camera feeds as Sienna drove exceedingly fast to get to Tomás. I had to hand it to her; she may actually get to the kid on time. I didn't care either way, as by the time Hunter arrived, he would see exactly what I wanted him to see. He would see Sienna with Tomás in a compromising position as Tomás' machines indicated that Tomás was about to die. Hunter wasn't medically trained and didn't know the science behind what I was doing. All he would see is Sienna attempting to kill his only brother.

He ran his hand through his tousled hair and confessed, “Look, all I know is that there was a misunderstanding between my father and him but then he killed my dad when they went out on a hunt. The pack immediately ordered a death hunt for him but he never returned.” “Until now. Oh my god...” Anna gasped with her hands covering her mouth. Although she had always known deep down that Hunter was a very dangerous man, she never imagined that he would be capable of such a thing. Knowing Hunter and Zayn very well, it seemed that forgiveness was completely out of the question. “You can stay here today and then we will leave tomorrow.” Kodiak paused a bit when his eyes fell on her bulging stomach. “

*** The gunshot echoed through the underground cage like a divine punctuation — the kind that closed a chapter permanently. Ziko’s body slumped forward, lifeless, crimson blooming across his chest like a cursed rose. Hunter stood still as his men: trained, merciless, silent, stepped in and cleaned up the mess. Not a single command was needed. They knew the drill. Blood was part of the foundation down here. Hunter lit a cigarette, the smoke curling from his lips like a hissed warning to anyone daring enough to cross him next. The bitter flavor of rage hadn’t dulled at all. If anything, it grew sharper with every passing second.

Unknown P.O.V I sit here inside this room trying to imagine how everything I have worked so hard for has gone wrong. Everything was going so well, my plan was working to perfect fruition! Did I mean to cause the pain that Hunter is going through? No, not in the slightest, however, that is life, sometimes a man has to go through pain to find themselves, to unlock the true nature of the person lurking underneath the facade. I know his true self, he is ruthless, a natural killer. Years of his military experience as a sniper said it all, not this so-called “calm and peaceful” person that he is trying desperately to be.

My stomach dropped. "What?" He nodded. "I hired investigators to find you after you dared to run from me that morning. It took them a week to find you." Something was slamming hard against my rib cage in a really violent way. I knew what it was. My heart. "I found out who you were—Matteo Leone, a twenty three year old bisexual man, living in your father's house like a prisoner." He leaned forward slightly. "I learned everything about you—your urm... useless family, and your situation within hours of funding you."

"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

“Oh, I think I'm wrong. Three of the hunters were killed. The one was killed by the dogs when they would have lunged at me but they lunged at the man when he tried to intercept me. So yeah. Three of them were killed.” He's just there, looking steadily at me without speaking. Unblinking, unmoving and unspeaking. “Why?” I ask, trying to break the silence. “You…just…messed up,” “What do you mean?” He bends his figure towards me and stares at me blankly. “You killed two hunters with the use of a blowpipe and a trap and a dog?” “Yeah?” “Okay.” He nods his head and after being quiet for a long moment, he bolts upright from his chair and paces around the room with no specific direction.