Sedition Hunters Novels & Stories

I said to Damien. “What was what?” He replied. I recognized that sound, it was a compound silencer. A tool The Academy gave us. It was specifically ingrained not to be able to be picked up by a Vampires super sensitive hearing. A lot of Hunters used them, I even had before.

My shoulders were tense with anticipation, worried that the council would come and disturb the small peace that we had right now. As everyone mingled, sparks ignited; some found their mates that day, and others found a friend in all. In the end, the event was a success. Meanwhile, Lukan was working in the shadows. He and his team were tracking the hunters, digging into every lead and whispering rumors to uncover where they were hiding. This wasn’t just about revenge; it was about proof. Once they found the hunters, they would gather enough evidence to expose their crimes and finally bring the Council down. Fun and danger moved side by side, neither aware of how close they were to colliding.

I prayed silently that these were human witch hunters and that their senses were not enhanced like Silas's seemed to be. As we are both frozen in place a metallic click-clack echos through the trees like an ill fated whisper. "The end comes" I swear I heard the nature spirits whisper to me. It's not just guns they carry with them but cold iron traps. The hunters are methodical; I hear the click of a pin coming out of something, "What the?" "shh." Silas whispers. That's when we see it a grey mist taking over the grounds, salt iron grenades were rolling towards us.

The chairman offered and Will cleared his throat. “The situation on the ground has turned dire, many hunters have gone into hiding amongst human communities making it impossible to seek them out without alerting human authorities and exposing ourselves. The attacks executed this morning were planned swiftly and strategically and I fear there’s something we are missing.” Will shook his head, clenching his jaw.

Denton said with a sleezy smirk. The would not be getting within ten feet of our girl and would pay greatly for even considering to be a part of this. Hunters were dangerous because they had weapons that could easily destroy supernaturals. They were ruthless, cruel, and vindictive. They felt that we were a blight on the world, a stain that needed to be removed. It did not matter if the supernatural was a child or an adult. They were to be eliminated. “What about payment? We all have to disappear after this because I sure as hell don’t want to be tortured by our bitch of a Luna,” Caleb, an elite warrior, said with a sneer.

Just as Fleur was taking the helicopter back to New York, Harrison was lying weakly on the bed. His eye bags were large and black, indicating that he had spent yet another sleepless night. Harrison had been constantly tormented mentally and emotionally over the past few days, and the ongoing devastations had reached a climax early this morning. He never expected that Hank's pursuit of Biden would ultimately lead Zekeiah to commit suicide by arson. Harrison was even more overwhelmed upon discovering that Zekeiah was a member of the Qing Eliminating Society.