Apocalypse Hunter Novels & Stories

The vampire turns around, pulling a smoking pistol from under his cloak, aiming it at the hunter, who is examining his wound. A few quiet pops. Bullets fly out of a shiny case, decorated with hieroglyphs. The shells fall, slightly smoking purple. Oval pieces of metal dig into the shoulders, chest, the last bullet enters the knee. The hunter falls, flesh tearing from the explosions inside the body. There is rage in his eyes. Green smoke envelops the hunter, wounds heal poorly, charge components interfere with magical regeneration. The vampire takes off, reloading his pistol on the move, immediately disappearing behind the nearest columns. The hunter stands up, pulling a short spear with a wid

Getting closer. "Stay together!" Axel shouted, his dagger already burning with flame. The first Hunter emerged from the darkness. It was humanoid but wrong. Too tall, with limbs that bent in directions they shouldn't. Its skin was translucent, showing bones and organs that pulsed with dark energy. And those eyes—burning red, filled with hunger. It moved fast. Inhumanly fast. Axel met it head-on, his flaming dagger slashing across its chest. The blade connected, cutting deep. The Hunter screeched and stumbled back.

"You're not dying here, boy." I walked him back to his bed. Didn't carry him, he wouldn't have let me. I sat outside the room after that. Scratched my fingers across the map on the war room table, blood marked the borders, rogue activity increased near the Order's old hunting grounds and all the pieces were coming together too fast. Someone burst in. “Alpha,” the guard breathed heavily. “You need to see this.” He took me outside to the trees near the eastern border. Burned into the bark, deep and black….a symbol I hadn’t seen in three years.

That was also why our security was the best in the whole city. I only found out in my last life that, after the world was hit by the deadly heatwave, a lot of desperate people showed up. In the apocalypse, humanity meant little. Everyone answered only to themselves. But our community was the only one that never got attacked by any looters, all thanks to the top-notch security forces here. It stayed safe until the scientists finally managed to build weather bombs strong enough to fight off the deadly heat, and the heatwave finally ended. Everyone in our community survived.

He gently caressed her cheek with his palm and she swatted him away like an annoying fly still glaring waiting for his answer. "A demon Ally and next to Lucifer you’re THE demon. Your fate is to be the queen of darkness here on this plain, as is it mine to be your King." Drake had never felt so proud and the more she resisted him the more he wanted her. " Queen. Apocalypse. Yours. I don’t think so. Why would I want to help bring about the apocalypse? My father might be a demon, but my mother was human. Part of me is still human. So don't sit there and start with this fate crap because I make my own fate. I refuse to believe that this is the only way." She said it with full hearted conv

Claire whispered, and as everyone watched with bated breaths, Hunter looked down at his chest right where his heart should be— at the bullet hole and blood gushing out like little overflowing rivers from it before he collapsed into an inviting and dreamless darkness. Tbc...

Forgive me but I can assure you we can trust these two. "Yes. She does. I guess you know Monarch Hunter? The one that hunts the blue-bloods?" They nodded. "I am suspecting Rampage Kirk Berlouz as the Hunter. Because Agape told me that he was an assassin---" "HOLY MOTHER OF JESUS! AGAIN!? A-ASSASSIN!?" Crap! They are too loud! Good thing we're here in the top of a mountain. No one can hear us but the animals!

he commented. What if Hunter has been killed by Malia and Alpha Callum?

A figure emerged from the tree line—a tall man with the unmistakable confidence of someone who thought he was in control. Benton Nye. I had only seen his picture in the dossier Hana provided on the drive from the farm to the park. His picture had been burned into my mind—a man with sharp features, dark hair, and a smirk that barely concealed his arrogance. The dossier detailed his role as the leader of the American Hunter Association, his calculated brutality, and his obsession with destroying the supernatural and avenging his mentor, Sakina Adio. He didn’t just kill supernatural beings—he studied them, broke them, and experimented on them.

Any day I would be giving birth, and my only wish was he could be here. In the days after the attack, Artemis was behind, I barely had a chance to talk to him. I thought things would be fine, but that hadn’t been the case. It wasn’t Artemis we had to worry about; it was Hunter. He revealed everything that happened when he was in Purgatory, at least what he could remember. The biggest surprise was that he had been made into a God Killer by Artemis and someone named Talon. Hunter said that Talon had taken away the powers that he had received, but it had only been temporary.