Sedition Hunters Novels & Stories

RHETT 3 Years Later MacTire held my heart, but I couldn’t help visiting the borough I grew up in when out in the field. Recruiting new Enforcers for the INE. I found myself missing the familiarity of the streets. The people – half human, half shifter. Most without a spirit animal. A town us half breeds built, grew, and protected. Hunters as Lamia called us but what was a hunter?

Hildegarde lowered her voice naturally when she heard that there was an assassin approaching. “This is a small village. So it is likely that they have no need for assassins. But Lam said that all the Elders who opposed Samoa died. That means he converted one of his stealthier men into an assassin. Or maybe he made a lot of them. Who know? But it’s certain that they aren’t very good at their job. After all, an assassin who tries hard to hide his/her killing intent and fails anyway is not qualified to be called an assassin. They can only be called henchmen” Mane’s tone was filled with mockery.

Though I’d not disposed of my weapons, as the hallucinated image of Veronica had insisted, I had a feeling that she’d be proud of the decision I’d made instead. Sierra, Cyrus, and I had formed a new district of hunters. We were smaller in size, with less resources, less members, and less weapons, but each of us believed that, together, we could protect Seafall and beyond. And, though we had left the other hunters behind, Sierra still met with them regularly to discuss (what they called) “matters of note.” Such matters would never be shared with Cyrus or I – no vampire nor ex-member would ever be deemed worthy – but they did not need to know that Sierra divulged every gory detail to us the se

“It’s the fucking Hunters who work for her. You know, the ones who have been hunting me since I was a child?” Noah’s lips pursed and he turned his head, looking out the window at the grey and black stone cathedral which towered over the countryside. It looked out of place in the bright air of L.A and was closed to the public. Most people thought it was an eccentric billionaire’s mansion, some thought it was a cult. Serenity leaned more to the latter. The hunters which spawned out of the building, were zealots. Their way, or death. Many a passing acquaintance had told Serenity if you see a Hunter, you were already dead. She was glad for her ability to sense them… and right now, that ability w