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  Beast Hunters

  Part Eight

  By

  Tom Harem

  Beast Hunters Book 8 © 2019 by Tom Harem. All Rights Reserved.

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Table Of Contents

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  Chapter I

  Chapter II

  Chapter III

  Chapter IV

  Chapter V

  Chapter VI

  Chapter VII

  Chapter VIII

  Other Parts

  If you haven’t read the first part be sure to check it out

  Part Two

  Part Three

  Part Four

  Part Five

  Part Six

  Part Seven

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  Novel

  Blurb (Part One);

  James' day has finally come: to slay the Reapers' beasts, climb up the ranks and conquer women and glory.

  After three years in the Hunters' Academy, he's finally ready to join his brothers in arms and prove that his father's suspicions about corruption within the organization were wrong, once and for all.

  On his very first day, he ends up being tasked to kill a beast alongside two stunning women. The beautiful, yellow-clad Fire-Controller, Maggie, and the dark, metal-whip-cracking Goth, Kendra.

  But when they confront the Reapers' creature, they make a shocking discovery; one that can jeopardize the whole world and undermine their loyalty to the Hunters. There are beasts out of the ordinary and their organization - The Hunters - might be involved.

  It's a race against the clock to beat the bloodthirsty beasts, and all the while the relationship between the three of them is getting more and more complicated. A clash of personalities is imminent as new members join the group and colleagues become lovers, but James can't lose focus on the fate of the world. With everything hanging in the balance, can James and his companions slay the beasts and stay one step ahead of both the Reapers and the Hunters?

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  He closed his teeth, gnashing, and turned his face, grabbing Kendra's whip and using it to pull us toward him and to throw us across the air. Our bodies rolled down the road, our knees peeling and our hands scraping on the asphalt. Kendra's body fell on mine, my hands on her hips and her hair in my face. The sun overshadowed her face and her green eyes took on amber contours, her warm breath brushing against my neck and one of her knees between my legs.

  "I... Ah... Get off me!" Kendra said, tripping over her own words.

  "You have to get up first!" I answered, looking to the side, seeing Maggie's fireballs losing color and shrinking in size, almost like mere clicks bursting in her hands.

  Kendra got up, straightened her clothes and grabbed her whip which was on the floor, the end covered in a brownish liquid with a smell that almost made her vomit. The policemen murmured among themselves, with their hands in the holsters, already doubting that we would be able to achieve victory. A mere level 2 monster, and we couldn't even defeat that.

  Chapter I

  "We're on time." She said, "Also, don't think I forgot that you promised to protect my sister and you failed," she added, driving with just one hand on the steering wheel, holding the cigarette with two of the fingers of the other hand and her eyes on me. She wasn't afraid of what could happen. She did not fear death and her dark eyes pierced my soul, blaming me for what had happened to Kendra minutes after she had taunted me. She stumbled between opposite poles and it was scary how much she could change.

  "She's alive, isn't she?" I answered, disliking her accusation. It's not like I didn't give it my best shot.

  "You need to improve your best. You were lucky last time." She said, still puffing her cigarette and expelling the smoke out of her half open window.

  "I couldn't have guessed we'd end the night fighting a human beast."

  "If you weren't so handsome, I'd have hurt you by now, you know?" She said, "I'm kidding. Don't worry about it. I know you tried. Even if I was there, the same thing would happen to me."

  "Lipa, are you genuinely okay? You look a little..."

  "Crazy? All geniuses are a little crazy, aren't they? I'm okay. I'm okay. Or I will be. Don't worry about it. At least the organization you're in has better conditions than I expected. The hospital where my sister was in was a high quality one." Lipa said and threw the cigarette out the window.

  "The hospital? You were in the hospital?!"

  "Sure. Don't you really think I wouldn't visit my sister?"

  "How did you find the place? Or how did you even get in there without them noticing you?"

  "I'm disappointed. I thought you expected more from me. The place was easy to find. I traced my sister's cell phone. Sounds silly, doesn't it? But it worked. Getting in was a little harder. There's security and cameras everywhere. I had to kidnap the doctor who looked most like me for one afternoon and wear glasses that covered half my face. I almost got caught, but I got enough time to talk to Kendra. She didn't tell you?"

  "No. I didn't know anything about it. I think she wanted to tell me today, but she regretted it." I confessed to her.

  "Normal. She's still ashamed of me. I don't think she'll ever forgive me for following our father's path."

  "You knew that when you accepted, right?"

  "I thought so. I just thought she'd understand that somebody had to do it. You may see this as an act of evil, but there's more to it than that. There are the monthly payments for those who work with me so they can support their families. There's a whole gear behind the pointers, isn't there? If it wasn't for me taking over my father's empire, it would be somebody else. You think he'd be as benevolent as me? Or so useful?" She asked me.

  She drove down the road, the wind slamming in her face and throwing her hair back except for a few strands that glued to her damp lips. It was still raining, but the further away we got from the city, the more the grey clouds brighten up and fine rays of sunlight escaped through the mist.

  "Benevolent, Lipa? You think I don't know about the 10 cops you killed? Does Kendra even know that?"

  "No, and she doesn't need to know. Oh, shit. Who told you? The story is much more complex than that."

  "It doesn't matter who did it, but I want to know the real story. You're not going to say you don't have time, are you?" I answered her.

  "I'll tell you. I don't know why, but I feel comfortable around you. Maybe because I've always surrounded myself with people who don't hesitate to kill, and you'd do everything before you even thought about it." Lipa said, her voice lower than usual, the words slipping out of her mouth "Elisa knows this. Actually, she was involved, too."

  "Did Elisa kill cops too?"

  "That's the problem! They weren't cops. At least they weren't the good guys." Lipa answered, exalted, grabbing firmly the steering wheel, with both hands, until the bones were swollen.

  "What do you mean by that?"

  "I told you. I made my father's army grow. The control we had thrived on my command. Sometimes I had to be violent and fearful. That's how it works. It's been a long road. At the time Elisa was the right person for some missions and we used to end our nights in one of my bars."

  "Do you have bars too?"
/>   "Bars, brothels, laundries. Anything to make money or launder what I make in the guns business."

  "And you're telling me all this? Me? I'm a Hunter, Lipa."

  "Yeah, you are, and you're not going to tell anybody anything, are you? Part of you understands that I'm necessary, don't you?"

  "I wouldn't put it that way, but maybe. I don't like to keep secrets, let alone from my girls." I answered her and sighed, knowing that I had no choice, "I also think part of you would like to stop all this. Now tell me what matters."

  The sun glistened on the horizon. The orange flames rose above the distant skyscrapers and the rays reflected on the metallic litanies on both sides of the highway. We were on our way to another city, but Lipa didn't even slow down. She asked me for a brief moment of silence as we approached, driving past the red sign with the black letters wishing us a good stay and reaching the bridge that connected the city to the road. I had never been there before, but from the modern, tall buildings and luxury cars that crossed the bridge, on the exit side, I knew right away that it was an expensive city, one where money ruled above all else. There were no wooden houses or even roofs in danger of falling. The coffee shops were cheerful, colorful, flowery at the entrance and perfumed with the different scents of the eccentric people and the businessmen who came in to eat something before they went back to work.

  "Well, I'm calmer." Lipa started, "We had finished a job. She helped me recover an important item and we decided to celebrate. Same old coffee, on the edge of a concierge town. It was near the sea. I always enjoyed hearing the waves crashing against the rocks. That day 11 cops entered the bar. Nobody knew who I was back then. There was a sketch of my face but meanwhile I had dyed my hair and made bangs. They came to fuck with us. They started with abusive compliments, then touching our hair and shoulders. We asked them to stop. The bartender, who knew us, tried to send them away but they refused. They were already drunk. They threw him to the ground and started kicking him. We got involved. The fighting started and they were no match for us but then they started shooting at us. You know what I mean? We had no choice. The shooting started and they were so drunk that the shots hit the drinks, the ceiling, and killed the bartender. When the bullets stopped flying, we thought they were all dead. Elisa and I ran away."

  "If they were all dead and ran away, how do they know it was you?" I asked her. She was different. The voice trembled, tapping the steering wheel with two fingers, repeatedly, and blinked her eyes.

  "One of them survived. He told the police everything and they started chasing us. I couldn't let Elisa go down. So, I bragged that I killed the 10 cops alone. In the meantime, the rumor picked up and the original version was changed. The police still insisted that there were two people but knowing that he had alcohol in his blood no one gave him any importance. He ended up being relegated to a road job." She said. She looked at the explosion of colors on the horizon and sighed, "I don't think I'd ever told anyone the truth. Feels good. In my job, rumors like this build a person, you know? It's funny to see that I started being respected after that. Salesmen wanted to do business with me just for my name, men wanted to join me. I became an underground celebrity overnight. But, okay, this is so you know that not every story you hear is true. There's always each person's side and the truth."

  "And yours is equivalent to the truth?" I asked her. Her eyes were slightly contoured, haunted by fine orange traces. Everybody on those marble streets was sweating and staining their transparent T-shirts.

  "I didn't lie to you, if that's what you're implying."

  "If I ask Elisa, will she confirm?"

  "Yes, but I wouldn't. It was the first time she killed someone. Do you really want to make her remember that?"

  "No," I answered her. She had thrown me in a complicated position and knew it, "Well, it doesn't make much difference whether I believe it or not, does it? You're not going to change who you are or what you do."

  "True, but I don't like you seeing me like this either. As if at any moment I could betray you. I know you think about it and I don't blame you."

  "That's not all I see in you, Lipa," I answered her. She smiled and then two dimples popped up on her cheeks. In the sunlight, her hair roots stood out from the rest.

  "You know my eyes are up here, right?" She said, seeing my eyes laid on the contours of her tits.

  "Yeah, yeah, I got distracted. We better stick to the road. How much longer?"

  "A little. He lives secluded. He's not a big fan of people. He never was. I always thought he was a sociopath."

  "But isn't this the first time you've resorted to him?"

  "No. It's the third one, I think. The other two were a long time ago. I've got new suppliers in the meantime. Like I said, he's weird. I'd rather avoid him." She said as we drove away from the city, "I lost about 20 men the last time I needed him. Fucking man made me go get a gun back that had been captured by the police. Just because he liked her color."

  "I don't see you following anyone's orders," I told her.

  "And I don’t. But he's the only one who sells 100% reliable information. There was no other way."

  I nodded my head and the silence overcame the wind's hisses. We weren't on the highway anymore. She was leading us down a mountain road. On one side the hill rocks and on the other nothing, not even metallic protections or, at least, yellow and black ribbons warning of the danger it was and the possibility of falling down the ravine. There were only trees, bushes and wild animals down there. The road was steep and always upwards. The aroma of grass and wet trunks persisted in the air, which was gradually protected by layers of grey clouds. As we climbed, the sun disappeared through the green coating until there were only mere rays left that reached the van and grazed our faces for mere seconds. The atmosphere weighed on our bodies and held us to our seats. A sensation similar to when an airplane takes off and our whole body shrinks under pressure. Birds were chirping and I even heard a wolf roar or maybe it was a tree's arm falling on other trampled trunks. The sounds would mix and weaken. The smells would blend and change as we got closer to the summit. They were now more natural, sweetish and limpid. The human hand hadn't set foot there yet. The wind roared loudly and in good sound throughout the road that narrowed further and further. A mattress of white clouds covered the entire crystalline blue sky with the light green top of a few trees sticking out in between some.

  "We're getting there," Lipa said.

  "I'll let them know," I answered her. I sent a message to Kendra telling her to get ready, that we weren't far behind.

  "What I told you stays between us." She said, "And it's too bad we didn't have time for more." She added and winked at me.

  Damn it. She was right. It was a shame, but I also knew we'd have time for that. The best thing was to focus on the problem we were facing and after that I would deal with her, strongly and mercilessly. I didn't think she would like it any other way.

  "Five more minutes, I guess." She said and put her hand back on my leg, "Seizing it while we can, right?"

  Before I reacted, I looked forward. The road wasn't curved anymore. It was a straight line with an arid terrain surrounding it, and some trees a few meters away being used to hide a two-storey complex amidst them. There was no danger of falling off the mountain unless one of the tires was punctured or another ridiculous situation arose. I placed my hand on her leg, her skin soft and strawberry scented, and slid my fingers until I reached her thighs.

  "Don't stop." She said, her panting breath and diaphragm rising up her chest.

  I strummed across her skin until I wrapped her thong around my fingers and yanked it up, rubbing against her pussy, watching her grab the steering wheel tightly as she lifted her head, and through her heavy breathing, she moaned shamelessly. We were just a few feet away from the dark gate. The trees no longer hid the solar panels on the roof or the artificial turf at the entrance.

  I ventured into her body. My fingers rubbed her wet clitoris and her moaning grew. She was totally dren
ched, her body warm and sweaty, and the van zigzagging along the empty terrain.

  "You're very good at this." She said, finishing with a long moan.

  I didn't stop fingering her. Faster, my fingers curved, rubbing and pressing her g-spot, "fuck."

  I didn't stop until she parked the car in front of the gate. It was an imponent square wall that surrounded the house and was about two to three meters high.

  "We'll continue this at another time." I said, "You owe me one."

  "As many as you want." She said it and straightened out her clothes. She ran her hand past her hair, slapped each side of her face and opened the door, "Can you open the back door? I'll call the old man before he cancels because we're late."

  "No problem," I told her, and I got out of the van, too.

  The air there was clearer, and the sky was brighter. I opened the door and the four of them exited. It took them a while to open their eyes without flickering.

  "Damn it. Where are we?" Elisa asked, looking around.

  "I have no idea. On the top of a mountain." I said, "Elisa's calling the man."

  "Only my sister to get us into this." Kendra said, "Have you ever wondered what will happen if he realizes we're Hunters?"

  "I hadn't even thought about it. He must already know, right? Or maybe he has hunters’ customers?" Victoria answered her.

  "Lipa knows what she's doing. Let's trust her." I told them.

  She was still on the phone, the two cameras at the gate and the two at opposite corners pointing to her. We just stood there, breathing in that fresh air, and also emanating the wildlife smell. Me, Maggie and Kendra walked to the edge of the mountain. We couldn't see the bottom. Only clouds, like cheeky cushions, and wind arrows that ripped through the sky and made our hair flutter. Even our voices sounded louder. The pressure of height changed them and moistened our eyes.

  "Come here." Lipa said, "Look at the cameras."