Survivors Erin Hunter Book 1 Novels & Stories

Hunter asked. “She’s sleeping with Evan.” Hunter faced Ludo and almost grabbed her when she ran to Mr. Hamuumbu and hid behind him. “I can explain Hunter, please……” She cried edging closer to Mr. Hamuumbu. “You betrayed me,” Hunter said. “No, it just happened and I thought you were dead.” “Hear yourself speaking, that’s the dumbest thing I have ever heard. Ethan almost killed you. Evan and Erica tried to kill you several times and now you’re sharing beds with them? You disgust me young girl,” Hunter shouted.

I go to nudge him over, so he can see me in the last few seconds of his pathetic life. “Mate.” Cooper reminds me. Coming to my senses, I raced back to her. After seeing her in action, without a doubt, she will remain focused on tracking down the hunters. “Our mate is a protector and a fierce one. What more could I ask for?” I bragged to Cooper happily. I headed back to where I left her. I can see dead bodies on the ground. But I can’t see her. “Erin, help me,” a girl’s voice cried out.

She was led into Nikjin’s lair by an uncharacteristically joyous Cheyenne who has been in a good mood since their last conversation in the hut earlier today. When Erin came face-to-face with her mate’s killer, she thought her knees would buckle with fear but instead, her stomach clenched and her spine stiffened in anticipation of what he might say or do to her.

I repeat my question, and immediately he leans closer, I hold my breath because I don't want to smell the leather and sweat and something else metallic that reminds me too much of blood. “Erin,” He whispers softly and pulls away. I want to breathe. In fact I breathe, but I don't know if I am indeed breathing properly at all. Erin? My little brother? “What?” The question tumbles off my lips with shock all over my face. “Your brother Erin is alive.”

he asked as he dragged Lexi towards the doorway. “Victor. He didn’t feel comfortable having it.” “I’m not a killer,” Victor said bluntly. He looked at Lexi with sorrowful eyes. “If I knew people would get killed over this, I would have never asked for the Father’s help.” “I am beyond elated that you got his gun, Troy, because now I can do this,” Blake said, and then quickly raised his gun and shot Victor in the face. The silencer kept the sound of the bullet quiet. Victor’s body crumpled as it hit the floor with a thud.

Being caught as a rouge, alone, on pack territory signs your death certificate because the warriors kill first and ask questions later. Kimmy paces up and down the room while Nick and I continue watching cartoons. Kimmy's mate is one of the lead warriors so I understand her anxiety. I feel it about Aidan too. I'm very worried about him but I push it aside because my worry doesn't help anything. Instead I stand to make Kimmy a cup of tea. She smiles in thanks when I hand her the mug.

“Evan? What did she do to you!?” To be continued... This story carries on in book four, Heartbroken By A Hunter. I hope you're enjoying it so far xxx

I promise you won't regret reading it. Hunter's Revenge depicts the life of the Stone Princess. Sienna was born with a debilitating lung disorder that made he different from her peers. Her family is extremely overprotective of her, making her rebel. Sienna is tired of her life in the Stone Castle and wishes to be set free. Sienna will soon learn to realize that perhaps she took her sheltered life for granted when her life takes a sudden turn. It's true what they say. One event can change the trajectory of your life forever. What will Sienna do? Will she cope with the events life decides to throw at her? Or will she run back to the safety of her family? *Note: Hunter's Revenge begins when Sie

then she looked away and started running. Ruth heard her, and something inside snapped. She knew it was time to stop playing games. No one was leaving. She grabbed a gun and fired three precise shots at the remaining hunters. Bang! Bang! Bang! In less than three seconds, the three hunters fell to the ground, bullets through their heads. The sound drew Alice and Calvin’s attention. They looked around—and realized they were the only ones left alive. ROAR! Ruth’s voice carried a terrifying power. She moved toward them, not stopping at Calvin, but aiming for Alice.

It was a command. Evelynn’s breath caught. She raised her hands, and the fire leapt higher, spilling across her skin in golden threads. The hunters emerged from the tree line like shadows given flesh. Their black coats absorbed the moonlight, weapons glinting, eyes sharp. The smell of iron and gunpowder cut through the pine-scented air. One lifted a gun, his voice carrying in the hush. “The girl. Alive. The wolf—kill him.” Alive. Evelynn’s stomach twisted. She wasn’t prey. Not anymore.