The Last Hunter - Pursuit (Book 2 of the Antarktos Saga)
i used to be 13 years previous whilst i used to be abducted. They took me from my kinfolk, from my friends--from every little thing I knew, and stole my innocence. They introduced me to an international underneath the skin of Antarctica, the place i used to be damaged and expert by way of a hunter named Ninnis. He served the traditional Nephilim: half-human, half-demon monsters. My character was once buried in my unconscious and changed via that of Ull, a hunter and killer. For a time, I too served the Nephilim. because the first and purely human born on Antarctica, they believed that i'll comprise the spirit in their fallen king, Nephil, and cause them to overcome humanity.
But i used to be improved than they knew and escaped deep into the underworld, the place i've been hiding for the prior years. I reside in a cavern, that is by some means lush with eco-friendly plants, eking out a residing and cowering from the war of words that i do know awaits me. however the nightmare has stumbled on me. i will be able to odor them. The hunters. they've got found my hideout.
The pursuit of Solomon Ull Vincent--the final hunter--has all started. And in the event that they capture me, this can be the place my tale will end.
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basically then that I notice we're now not in my brain and what I’m seeing is actual. Xin is death at my ft. “Go,” he says together with his mouth, no longer his brain. “Before it—” He fades ahead of completing. I kneel down beside him and position my hands to his throat. he's alive. a brand new psychological conflict starts off. i'm confronted once again with an enemy in want. yet this time, Ull isn't drawn to the enemy. in reality, the voice of Ull has been thoroughly silenced, locked away with Nephil, at the back of a door that won't.
Veins. My chest hurts. My enemy grew to become best friend is still my enemy. thanks for accepting me, younger hunter. you're the first. i'm going to test to not put out of your mind it. i do know what he’s telling me. while i used to be damaged, I forgot every little thing approximately my former lifestyles. He’s caution me that an identical might occur to him, even with no being damaged. he's half Nephilim, in spite of everything, and no matter what he’s feeling now may perhaps quick put on off. I feel his presence fading because the distance among us raises. What should still I do subsequent? I.
brain used to be no longer my very own and the stories of my former existence have been masked by means of a haze of hatred and violence. I hunted. I killed. and that i abducted Aimee Clark, the girl who welcomed me into the area in the mean time of my delivery. She is the spouse of Merrill Clark, the guy who named me, and the mummy of Mirabelle Clark, their daughter—whose picture I hold with me normally. Mira is my desire. i feel of her on a daily basis and adhere to her reminiscence. not just do I lengthy to determine her again—she introduced out the simplest in.
Swimming for shore as speedy as i will. i do know I’m heading towards chance, yet according to the human shouts—belonging to simply one human female—and the a number of dinosaur shrieks, i feel my enemies are preoccupied with one another for the instant. It’s attainable the hunters don’t even be aware of I’m right here. they are going to finally. I can’t masks my smell or the proof of my campfires after being right here for thus lengthy. but when they don’t comprehend I’m right here, or the right way to get out, I might be in a position to disappear lengthy prior to they.
Knocked unfastened. And the place the hoop as soon as used to be, there's now flesh. no longer blackness. now not a few supernatural cloud. The brow published underneath the hoop undulates with a pulse. With a conflict cry that will make Ull proud, I draw Whipsnap again, take objective and thrust it ahead. the top moves flesh and tears via. A scream extra terrible than something I’ve heard—the scream of a being that has waited millions of years to be let loose from a jail or torment—tears via my brain. after which I’m again.