Chasseur Novels & Stories

This is his second hunt. His weapon according to his name is a sniper, he is a sharpshooter known not to miss a target and can shoot as far as three thousand yards. " Pair him up with the alpha, " Percy instructed his excitement growing. He has always enjoyed the process of picking out the killers for each hunt, there was something phenomenal diving into individuals killers' personalities and picking out the ones that will give the most exhilarating show to his Patrons. Pick the black guy, Percy said to the guy by the screen stopping his movement again.

My body buzzed with tension, every instinct screaming that something wasn’t right. And then, the gunshot. It was too close. I twisted, moving out of the way just in time as the bullet sliced through the air where I’d been standing. A growl ripped from my throat, my body surging forward as I shifted midair. The transformation sharpened everything—the scents, the sounds, the movement in the shadows. My eyes locked onto one of the hunters pressed against a tree, his rifle raised. I didn’t give him the chance to fire again.

"Take me instead of him. I'll do anything you say. Just leave him. Please I beg just take me and leave him and I'll do anything you ask me to. Please." She could hear more screaming but she still kept her eyes on the boss as he seemed to contemplate her words. From her peripheral vision, she saw her mother clutching the boss's legs as he nodded to the man holding her brother to let go. Her brother ran towards her. But before he could reach her, one of the men standing closer to her pushed her brother and grabbed hold of her. Her mother began to sound hysterical now and let go of his legs to reach her. She grabbed her hands but Eloisa could not feel any warmth as if she was numb to everything

and dove to the ground. A hunter entered the area with a lethal crossbow in his hands and a hood covering his face. The weapon was engraved with Damon's emblem, a jagged claw. With a snarl, Aiden sprang forward, his wolf emerging. Aiden was quicker than the hunter, pushing the weapon aside and slamming the assailant to the ground as he fired another bolt.

Trotting after him. “I know that.” “Ye’re challenging Savage Jack…Killing an assassin.” “I know that.” Mardichi grunted and shook his head. Falling into step behind him. “All our immortality migh’ no’ save us.” Mardichi grumbled. “Ye do recall tha’ particular man has an art for killin’ immortals…” “I do recall that.” Alazar flinched but kept walking. *** Christophe Rhyers was an old friend of The Nauvree and RedBayne’s and an apt tracker. Which was how he found them so easily. “There you are.”

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

I made them take a round of the area and find the location of Vincenzo and Amber using see through devices. "They are on the first level.", David stated and I nodded my head. We waited for two minutes. The sound of gun shots was getting louder. Men groaning and screaming. I just hoped my men were fine. "Ross" I signalled him. Be was the best sniper in our group and even from this distance could easily shoot right in between there eyes. Though it was dark but I had full trust in him. He could do it. He took out his favorite, British L96A1 sniper rifle. We gave him space as he shot the first one and before the second one could do anything, Ross even shot him.

Racing towards my teams trap I didn’t notice when he appeared Infront of me, skidding to a stop I dropped down and narrowly avoided his clutches, I rolled to the side jumped up and got close enough to my team to know that he was surrounded. Our target Prince Dagon was a ruthless killer and thousands of years old, not that he showed it. I braced myself for his attack, but he paused and looked at me, confused. “Why do you run from me? You are my Bride.”

She didn’t want to look like a sloppy drunk. "Ben was giving me a few tips about how to evade Kreil, Katie!" Izzy said as she remembered the earlier conversation she had with the Kreil warrior, he seemed rather willing to help her with tips on evading capture. "He said that the Kreil hunters are known as famous trackers because they primarily track footprints rather than broken trees or branches, like most trackers. They're able to distinguish the smell of an individual through a footprint and see footprints where most other hunters wouldn't. He said that if we really want to evade capture that we should put fish oil in the sole of our shoes and wear soft slippers that don't leave deep inden

“It’s best to come with us before the others find you.” Others? “Listen, I think you have the wrong girl. I’m just a bounty hunter.” I pushed Lukas a little, and I took in the men in front of us. They were all wearing the same clothing style as the men who had met us in the bar close to the industrial sector, but what stood out was a small pin they all had on their left breast—an owl in flight. They were Noctua. Another man came forward and flashed me a picture. My picture.