F-class Destiny Hunter Novels & Stories

The lead instructor was Tahn, the team leader of the Fox Hunt squad, a Sixth-tier martial artist with a focus on Qi manipulation and proficient in mid-range combat. The other three members were: Jace, a Fifth-tier energy manipulator, skilled in control and healing. Rosen, a Fifth-tier physical enhancer, adept at close combat with a tough, resilient body. Bette, a Fourth-tier mechanical esper and gunsmith, specializing in long-range sniping, reconnaissance, precision demolition, and information warfare. He was also responsible for vehicle maintenance and weapons upkeep for the squad. The four instructors, each with distinct roles, formed an elite unit, a testament to the city government's com

The land started parting away, and hunters started falling inside it. "He is a supernatural hunter, a human with powers almost like a supernatural creature." "He has Alexander's sword." "Who is he?" "His face is covered with a mask." Those hunters were definitely not prepared for this. And the moment Caroline teleported with Ethlyn, Roselet, and Damian. Calvin got up on his paws, and all he could see was red, thinking of the state of Ethlyn, who ended up taking the bullet in her head to save him. Keanu threw his head back and let out an ear-piercing howl. He was raging as the only thing in his mind to destroy the whole clan of hunters. He joined his pack members and family members next in ri

the man said. To our surprise, suddenly a dagger appeared in both sleeves of his coat. Even though he was still tied, he still managed to move his hands upward and slice the rope. Even though I was still annoyed with the man, I still could not stop being amazed. Just what kind of training did these Hunters have? Aunt Kyndra's eyes narrowed. “Are you an Executioner?” In response, the man raised the hem of its top and on the left side of the stomach was stamped ‘Tre’. “You can call me Cliff, short for Clifford. So, where are we going?” he asked with a smile, as if excited for his next adventure.

Alpha Alec Romero, the Alpha of Dark Moon Pack located at the east part of Vinizia City. He was the only one among the four Alphas in the city who still don't have a wife—a Luna. They even tease him sometimes when the three other Alpha's of the South, East and West when they're together to have a party because he is the only Alpha who has not been with a woman who will be the Luna of his territory and who will be his mate for life. Actually, Alec was not in a hurry about that, he was confident that the Moon Goddess reserved him a woman he wants to be part of his life until he died.

[Vanessa] Hunter moves through the crowd with the practiced skill of someone who has been in combat zones–he sees a target and he approaches it with speed and stealth. He is no longer seems to care that much about our mission, or about whether or not Cherry is waiting in the back in a maid’s uniform–he has one thing on his mind, and it isn’t espionage.

Then, out of that void, a figure stepped forward. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Clad in black leather that seemed to absorb the moonlight. His face was hidden beneath a hood, but his presence—goddess above, his presence—was suffocating. It pressed against me the way Damon and Lucas’s dominance did, only sharper, like knives instead of claws. “Finally,” the hunter said, his voice low and smooth, carrying a deadly calm. “The fated wolves, united in one den. How generous of you to gather.”

"If we're going to do this, I want it to be the best of the best..." "Unforgettable?" Emma said, panting. "Unforgettable," Max replied, devouring her mouth more eagerly... Destiny playing its tricks...

“We fight.” Kelvin stared at me, shocked. My eyes were glowing silver. “We can’t outrun this forever,” I said. “If I’m the Ghost Wolf, then let me be one.” We stepped into the tunnel as the ground began to shake. Shadows poured in from both sides—cloaked figures, each holding long silver daggers glowing with cursed energy. Flame Hunters. One of them raised a horn to his lips and blew. The sound wasn’t loud, but it cracked the air like lightning.

Could they take the chance of him not having his full power? “There had to be some kind of drug on that bullet. I have been hearing about a drug that is new to the area. They call it Code Franky,” Nix told Magnusson, thankful that Aarshon was helping her. The worry was that he would use all his power to help her get to the bottom of the tunnels. She was the one showing them the way. If she couldn’t keep it together, she would have a bigger issue. Nix took a deep breath, then wished she hadn’t. The scents of Dimitri and another man came up the tunnel. She wanted to run to them, but something else was in the air. A scent of…of…death! Nix turned toward the man and almost screamed.

The silver-tipped arrow buried itself deep into the rock face where he had stood moments before, a testament to the Shade Stalkers’ deadly accuracy. “Hunters!” Elara cried, drawing her sword. From the rocky outcrops above, figures emerged, clad in dark, reinforced leather, their faces masked. They carried crossbows, their movements precise and efficient. The Shade Stalkers. They had found them. The fight that ensued was a brutal dance between ancient power and modern weaponry. The Shade Stalkers were relentless, their silver-laced projectiles designed to wound and incapacitate supernatural beings. Kael, hampered by his earlier injuries and the sheer speed of the hunters’ attacks, found it di