Suicide Hunter Novels & Stories

He questions, “why would Lucifer come after me if Joshua can't remember anything?” “You killed Larry's family. His wife got killed, and his child is coming for you.” Shadow Hunter feels the hair of his arms standing up. Letting the girl go, he walks up to Santiago and points a gun to his head, “any last words?” “Yes!” “What?” “You're finished! Look behind you.” Lucifer is standing with the pistol, pointing it at the head of the guy who was torturing Santiago, and Without further hesitation Lucifer kills him. “How did you know I am here?”

The bullets glowed with some kind of enchantment, pulsing with contained power. He didn't hesitate. Didn't announce himself. He just fired. Three shots. Perfect placement. Shoulder, chest, leg. The enchanted bullets hit Heriberto before the warlock could react. Each impact sent ripples of silver light through his dark shields. Heriberto stumbled, genuine surprise flashing across his face. "Witch-killer rounds." He touched his shoulder where dark blood oozed. "Where did a Hunter get those?" "I have friends in low places." My father's voice was cold. Lethal. This was the Hunter I'd heard about but never seen—the man who'd spent eighteen years preparing for this moment. "And I've been preparing

I reminded myself, knowing partly that it's not true and I would rather have myself auctioned to him than Scorpion or other mafia Lords, but I need a distraction and something fun in my boring life, and Hunter seems like the perfect solution. We quickly settled in his black SUV with his usual bodyguards, I guess the one in the driver's seat is the calmer and collected one, Hunter told me how good his gunshots are, but the motherfucker is unapproachable, I find him more intimidating than Hunter. “Maybe because I know that Hunter won't kill me, but I know this guy doesn't give two fucks about me,” I concluded in my head, remembering what my therapist told me about Hunter's reputation, that was

Chapter 53 LAURA This moment each time it comes it's like a nightmare one that lingers forever I wait for a change in his countenance but everything remains blank, no surprise look no gawking no tellin no moving away, He seats still looking at me unfazed as if waiting for a bigger news, "Aren't you going to say Anything?" I ask him unsure if he heard me right, "I'm sorry what?" "I'm a hunter" 'so?" "I've killed a lot"

He whipped Hunter over a hundred times and forced him to promise to turn himself in the next day. However, Hunter refused to admit he had done anything wrong. Convinced that his only fault was being born to a mistress, he blamed all his mistakes on his birth. Hunter climbed over the wall that night and escaped from the Sacre residence. Zayne ordered the bodyguards to chase after him. However, it was pouring rain that night. Hunter's car skidded out of control, and he died in a car accident on the spot. In the empty living room, the pale Sophie sat there stroking her belly.

The vampire that killed Ethan blurted out but his calm expression was broken into one of fear. “You are the vampire that hunts vampires!” This realization forced him to immediately try and retreat but that was not possible because the only thing that left that position was his body, not his head. The difference in their ability was that vast as he had been decapitated before he even realized that he was without a head. “Vampire hunter? That’s vulgar. Please, call me Liam,” The man said to the head in his hand.

Abruptly his hands got twisted at an odd angle and he tried to fight the invisible force but failed. The guy was thrown in the air and the next thing his back hit the tree, his bones twisting painfully as that dead body fell on the floor. Hunter stumbled wincing in pain as one of the f*ckers was able to claw at his back taking advantage of his distraction. It could be Agatha, he thought. Hunter killed the f*cker who was on top of him and that was when his eyes fell on the flicker of caramel skin behind the trees far away from him.

I start to head north when I get another link from Jace. Kade coming your way fast. I just caught sight of the rogue headed that way and it looks like there’s a hunter on his tail. Looks like he went too far south and got spooked back this way. Thanks for the heads up. I’m on it. I close the link again and turn back south keeping my eyes peeled for any movement and my ears up listening for the chase. After a few minutes I think Jace may have been a little off in telling me the direction, when I hear the faint sound of a dirt bike. That must be the hunter chasing after the rogue. We need this one since the last one we had decided to kill himself, and with the woman this morning we have even m

“So, let me get this straight, you have no idea what she smelled like but it was distracting enough that her partner managed to get a clean shot on you.” My nails ripped into the arm of my chair and I cursed at losing another chair. I had been going through them like crazy this last week. The older hunter had snuck up on me. The girl with her lithe build and plump lips had drawn my attention and the sound of the shot was what drew me from her siren’s call. If I’d been mortal, I wouldn’t have been able to move fast enough to avoid being shot in the heart. I knew well enough that I was outmatched at that moment and I’d slipped into the darkness of the woods.

The scars my mate made damn sure would never heal, tattooed into each side of my inner thighs. Did the man see those? Humiliation tore at my chest. The sob heaved deep in my throat, but no sound came. I sucked in the pain. Plucked out the noise. I wrapped the towel around my body and pressed another to my damp hair. I opened the door and there the hunter stood, holding clothes out. Women’s clothes. My brow tipped. “My wife’s. My late wife. She died… years ago. She wasn’t nearly as small as you but at least you’ll have something to wear,” he said, avoiding my gaze. I took the clothes from his hand and retreated back to the bathroom.