Chasseur Novels & Stories

"You… You actually killed him!" The two remaining warriors were petrified and turned to flee. These assassins were carefully selected for their exceptional skills. Yet they were now scrambling away like frightened animals, utterly defeated. "You two aren't leaving either." Chase raised his sword and gave chase. He was incredibly fast, moving like lightning. In the blink of an eye, he caught up to one of the warriors. "W-Who are you?" the warrior shouted in terror, frantically attempting to fend off Chase's attacks, but he evaded each strike effortlessly.

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.

“Gregory and my mate will meet us at the border.” I was cautious, following just a few strides behind. We were within the quadrants that Derek’s chosen men ran patrols, and he smelled just enough like a rogue that I figured we would be targeted. The fact that I felt no other presence made me worry he was actually working for Cold Moon and this was all an elaborate ruse. “I’m Chandler,” he told me as we walked. “Descending from one of the true lines of Wulvers. You’ll meet my mate soon, but she’s a rogue. That’s where you’re picking up on the smell from.”

The time was now 1:14pm and she could make out some movement at the glass door which opened as two huge Japanese men in black suits walked out, followed by another of average height behind them. She moved her sniper slowly to the right as the men made their way across the parking lot to their black sedan. Looking through the scope of the magnified glass attached to her weapon, she held her breath as the chest of one of her target’s bodyguards appeared on the crisscross mark, which was immediately followed by the bald head of the yakuza boss.

I looked away. " I thought it's just a biker." " There are like two cars behind us." Chase says as he over takes a vehicle in front of us. I open the duffel bag in his car and pull out an assualt rifle. " Open the sunroof , will you." I tell him as i load the gun. The sunroof slowly opens, I stand on the center console of the car and he's right. We got three cars on our tail aside the biker. I aim at the car upfront and shoot at the tyres.

And just when I was trying to get her off my mind… ‘I’ll have someone fetch you tonight.’ I heard her voice through the connection. At the sound of her voice, the mark she placed on my neck pulsed. Chase, who was slouching off — sprang like spring and stood up. A cigarette was still clamped between his lips. "It’s settled then. We're going mate hunting!" I raised an eyebrow at her as I inhaled from my cigarette. And as I breathed out the smoke, I said, "Mate hunting? What kind of species do you think Felix prefers? An orc, demon or a goblin?!"

Noa whispered, his fingers gripping the back of Alessio’s jacket. “I don’t stay low,” Alessio said flatly. “I hunt.” He rose fast, smooth, and animalistic. The next bullet grazed his sleeve. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t even breathe wrong. Two figures broke through the fog masked, armed, stupid. Alessio fired. One went down before he could scream. The other lunged, and Alessio met him halfway, the impact sending both crashing into the dirt.

Gemma asked. “Yep. Poor Kade got roped into all sorts of events,” Carter said. Sky leaned over and asked Chassie, “What in the world is a hazer?” “The rider who keeps the steer in a straight line for the bulldogger is called a hazer.” The chute opened, a steer bolted into the arena and two horses raced after it.

Maybe her will-power and strength were not par from honey bone, the former top one Assassin in the world. “Lesly hunter , how’s was the situation there?” asked the man to her over the phone. Yes, the beautiful woman was no another than, Lesly hunter the top one high class assassin in the world. “Yes, Mr. Young master of Luckser. he was guarded by the woman, but don’t worry I’ll find enough time to assassinate him. It was just a piece of cake.” Said Lesly hunter to him.

Both their hearts skipped a beat. "I died?" Molly asked. "Yes." "Did that thing get me?" "Yes it did." "What is that thing?" Det. Brighton asked. "Why is it after Molly?" "It's called a chasen." "A chasen?" Molly repeated. "The creature that is after you and has taken your life mutliple times. It's called a chasen." "What is it?" "It is a vicious hunter killer that is after you and will stop at nothing to get you," Vera said.