The Searcher Novels & Stories

Forget about cultivating most people doesn't even know what is five treasured organ. "Bro why are we all here together just to capture one 12 year boy, isn't it overkilled. Even if he killed the merchant son who was at the peak of body tempering, this... this is too much," one of the hunter who was from the search team ask to the closest person near him. the Hunter who was asked replied him," yes, i know it is overkilled. but what can we just to search him took all of us and everybody found him at the same time, so what can we do."

he continued, his tone more measured, “I’ve worked with you for years. I know your instincts are sharp as your brain, and I don’t underestimate them. That’s why I gave you permission to conduct the search—I want to be sure too. But maybe, just maybe, we can’t always be 100 percent right this time.” I frowned, not entirely convinced and I equally don’t like where this is going. Hunter leaned in closer. “We found nothing on her. Nothing. And while we can’t underestimate Akira, maybe there’s someone else. Maybe the informant isn’t her. Maybe it’s someone else within us, here in this house but not her. Have you considered that?” I frowned; I don’t want to believe it. But Hunter kept looking at m

she sarcastically said before going to the sea to collect water. On the other hand, the superior beings started their search. Several jet skis, speed boats and even helicopters are being used to search for Madison and Aleister. “I’m joining the search for my son!” “No, it’s better for you to stay—” “You can’t stop me! I’m joining!” “Fine, suit yourself.” The parents of Aleister argued before boarding the helicopter. Farkas approached Hunter. “I’ll be boarding the boat. Call me immediately once you find Madison and Aleister and I’ll do the same.”

It’s Hunter Cohen; he’s one of the Confradia techs helping us hunt down Willem Kazik. Pressing a button, I activate the speaker. “What’s going on, Hunter?” Hunter gives me a bemused smile and waves a file up toward the camera. “Hey Savage, sorry to bother you at this time, but we have to talk.” I narrow my eyes to get a better look at the file in his hand, but I can’t see a thing. Instead, I press another button, release the lock, and nudge my chin. “Come on up.”

"That's the problem. She's disappeared completely. No scent trail, no magical signature, nothing. It's like she simply vanished from existence." I felt my hope crumble. "Then how..." "We find her," he said firmly. He moved back to his desk, pressing a button on his phone. "Gather the others. Tell them the hunt begins tonight." The door opened, and three people entered. I recognized Elder Blackwood and Elder Stone, but the third was a stranger, a woman with silver hair and scars covering half her face. "Celeste Hartwell," Morrison announced, "meet our tracker. The best hunter in the supernatural world."

"Shut the fuck up, Mr Conners. No one wants to hear it." Klempner watches, dispassionate, his gaze passing between father and daughter. "She got a name?" "Jennifer, I believe." "And where did you find her?" "Conners' car's parked just outside the complex. Probably the mother followed me." "Then she's still around. Go find her. Take..." "Already done. I sent Patterson to go watch the car. I'll take Muller now to help me search." "Good work, Bech. One of your better days.

love. I reached for the memories. Trying to touch them, pull them into sharper focus. I knew she was my mother but the man was familiar but a stranger at the same time. I wanted to pull his face into focus and finally ask who he was but as I reached, they blew away in the breeze and I found myself running after them. Tears stung my eyes as I screamed, “Who are you? Where are you?” My feet thudded on the soft earth and I continued to chase those spectres of my dreams but they raced faster and faster with me. I could hear a roaring in my ears and I looked behind me to see a tide of blood rising in the distance.

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.

As I was trying to come up with a plan for taking down the last hunter on watch without being detected something came crashing out the window. It was one of the two hunters that were searching inside. The one I had just been planning on killing checked his friends pulse before cursing and jumping through the now shattered window. It seemed they found Mom and she was pissed. I could hear her wolf losing her shit. I jumped in just in time. My mom had her claws digging into the chest of the other hunter that had been searching the house. However she was not moving or completing the kill. The hunter who just came in from outside was holding a crying two month old Richard and in his other hand he

Luca chuckled at the speed of Beecher’s thoughts. “I was thinking about the prophecy on the drive over. Last time we were looking for where the sun met the earth. It sounded crazy to us at the time, but after discovering Salar de Uyuni, it all made sense. This time we are to hunt down the Hall of the Slain.” “But that’s a mythical place,” Aquina reasoned, “How do you go about finding that?” “That was my first thought,” Luca agreed, winking at Katalea as she picked up her phone. “But everything is on G****e.” Katalea was busy swiping and tapping at her phone.