Suicide Hunter Novels & Stories

“Tough guy, are you? Sure, I’ll beat you where your girl can’t see you. Then I’ll come back for her.” “I won’t let you lay a finger on her.” Cyrrus’ voice was soft… but for some reason, something about it triggered Aria’s senses. She frowned despite herself. She was standing behind him, so she couldn’t read his expression. Even so, for a split second, she thought she sensed… a flash of killing intent. It was a bloodthirstiness she knew too well as a hired killer herself. But did it really come from this cushy pushover of a rich kid?

His eyes shone crimson as he licked his blood strained lips. "This". He held the glass. Leaning back into Stephen’s chest sniffing his neck. It soothed him. Relaxed him. "Good one Callum . It’s a deer. You sure you want this"? Saint reconfirmed. Callum nodded a yes and the next moment they all gasped when Saint took all shots bottom up. "Yumm". They all laughed looking at him enjoying the treat. "Someone taking lessons. Wow. It’s not so you Stephen". Suddenly the door opened to Zol and they all were shocked.

One such trick was how to lower your heart rate and breathing to where it was almost imperceptible as long as the person was not right by you. Moira crept along the shadows until the voices were audible. The first voice was one I hoped I would never hear again. My mother’s murderer was in that cave, and while I would love nothing more than to rip his throat out, I knew full well how stupid that would be. So, I shoved my murderous thoughts deep down for now. “Are you certain that you finally found her?” Murderer asked, his voice thick with irritation.

A man on foot had broken free of his hiding spot and was gunning it after us, running at an impossible speed. I didn't need to see the light sucking black surrounding his pupils, annihilating the whites of his eyes to know what he was. I could tell by the way his arms jerked as he bounded towards us, closing the gap between hunter and prey. I slipped my gun from the holster strapped to my thigh and let off three rounds the same instant the front tire ran a hole, jarring my shots and sending them wide. "Keep it steady!"

“You’ve done it. You have finally done it!” I shifted on to find the eyesore there. Locking onto the man I had dragged here, who was now propped against a rusted column. He was observed at the embrace, the sight, at the blood, at the look in Kristine’s eyes. He laughed. Motherfucker was laughing like it was the funniest thing he had ever seen. "Oh, what a beautiful sight," Edric wheezed, wiping blood from his chin. "The top 4th assassin of the underworld, The Hunter, has finally decided to drop the mask of innocence?”

"I don't have anything I love." "Don't lie!" the hunter barked, glancing at a terrified Silas. "We know why you're here. You're soft. And softness gets people killed." "Is that what you think?" Susan asked. In a blur so fast it wasn't even a movement, just a shift in reality, she was suddenly standing an inch away from the lead assassin’s face. He didn't even have time to gasp. "I am the thing that kills people. And right now, you are making me very, very bored."

Anna Harris Hunter is a mafia! He isn't just in it, he runs one of the most infamous mafia organization. He told me about it so calmly like it was a piece article on environmental issues in a newspaper. I had spent the whole afternoon and most of the evening thinking about the shit that have been running around me. My Dad, my ex-boyfriend and Hunter, they're all a part of this swamp, a nightmarish thought for me.

Then, on my first day at Aegis Security, just as I was sitting in the spacious office, a man in a black trench coat pushed the door open and walked in. He looked ordinary, but I recognized him at a glance. He was the friend who worked in the government's "special unit," the one I had sent all the evidence to. He placed a folder on my desk. "Congratulations, Sinead. You passed the final test." I froze. "What test?" I asked. He smiled. "We already noticed 'Goddess Hunter' from the first day it appeared. We decided to define it as a social pressure test. We wanted to see how an ordinary person would react in the modern world when faced with extreme injustice and systemic failure.

Lukas was done when two people spoke “ I don't agree with her being our Luna” they said in unison “ What your reason” I can see he is trying to control his anger “She’s human.” They spoke in unison and people began t o murmur. “She’s a hunter.” “She’s weak.”

“A human?” “Not just a human.” I stepped forward, keeping the knife between us. “A hunter.” His lips curled into a sneer as he took a step toward me, his movements slow and deliberate. “You must be Riley’s pet.” His eyes raked over me, his grin widening. “I can smell him all over you. Leave it to Riley to fuck up this bad. A human? And not just any human—a hunter?” He barked a laugh. “Call it off.” My voice was steady, though every muscle in my body was coiled tight. “Whatever you’re planning to do to him, end it. I heard you, Liam. You killed Marcus, not Riley.”