Guild Hunter Series Novels & Stories

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Hunter tried to assure me. “Besides…” He leaned back into the cushion. “Wasn't the cause of death a Vampire, we will erase them with stupid ease before any more attack is carried out in these walls. I have a squad that answers to me and now indirectly, answers to you who are specialized in the art of darkling combat.” Hunter announced proudly. He seemed so confident, it became infectious. I began to think if I was the only one overthinking it. Maybe it was the creeping fog the previous night that still caused me an unpleasant feeling, or the horrible nightmare I initially had.

“A hunter has five classification. A healer, tanker, fighter, assassin, and a mage type hunter. Surely, you know what is the difference of those classifications. A mage type has its own subdivisions. A fire type, water type, ice type, and earth type. In order to know your classification as a hunter we need to know your skills. A hunter is ranked by their magical energy. A hunter’s magical energy can be evaluated by five different grades and that is grade 1 to 5, which is 1st grade is the highest and 5th grade as the lowest. Of course, the first graders get a lot of privileges because they are the ones who are sent to a much more dangerous and risky gates. Well, you’ll know the rest when you

he said and attacked me, the female assassin that I was fighting earlier seemed to take her chances and she attacked me again. The man swung his axe at me from above and I sidestepped out of the way again but I didn't get the chance to recover from the man's attack and the female one stabbed her sword at me. But the sword slides off my jacket, "what the hell?" She sounded so surprised. "She is an Hunter we must kill her..." I buried my hatchets deep inside his neck before he could finish the sentence. He stared into my eyes as blood seeped through his wound and he clutched to the floor before bursting into dusts.

The bullets glowed with some kind of enchantment, pulsing with contained power. He didn't hesitate. Didn't announce himself. He just fired. Three shots. Perfect placement. Shoulder, chest, leg. The enchanted bullets hit Heriberto before the warlock could react. Each impact sent ripples of silver light through his dark shields. Heriberto stumbled, genuine surprise flashing across his face. "Witch-killer rounds." He touched his shoulder where dark blood oozed. "Where did a Hunter get those?" "I have friends in low places." My father's voice was cold. Lethal. This was the Hunter I'd heard about but never seen—the man who'd spent eighteen years preparing for this moment. "And I've been preparing

The hunters knew that they were getting close. They crept forward, their weapons at the ready, until they caught sight of Tate standing in a clearing, his massive form silhouetted against the moonlit sky. Without hesitation, the hunters opened fire, their silver bullets ripping through the air and striking Tate with deadly force. Tate came to realize at that moment that he had been on a bad path for so long and barely escaped from the hunters. He went back home to his brother, and Marcus gladly allowed him take back his place knowing that he really had changed.

As I was trying to come up with a plan for taking down the last hunter on watch without being detected something came crashing out the window. It was one of the two hunters that were searching inside. The one I had just been planning on killing checked his friends pulse before cursing and jumping through the now shattered window. It seemed they found Mom and she was pissed. I could hear her wolf losing her shit. I jumped in just in time. My mom had her claws digging into the chest of the other hunter that had been searching the house. However she was not moving or completing the kill. The hunter who just came in from outside was holding a crying two month old Richard and in his other hand he

Steel-Fist Predator said calmly but mocked him internally “Steel-fist while what you say makes sense I think Sword-saint still has a point, killing a child just because of such trivialities seems utterly absurd.” Flame-heart predator replied Steel-fist predator with a sneer “It seems Flame-heart has forgotten the history lessons we got when we were still basic Hunters, the only times glass-eyed Hunters appeared, they almost destroyed the entire race single handedly, unless you want a replay of the Great Massacre I’d advise we end the kid to avoid future troubles.” White-haired predator said grimly

Now he was my only support who could show me the light out of this hideous place. "W-w-who are you?" I stuttered, looking at him. "I'm the last person alive in this place, Anderson Parkmerg. Except for me, she killed all of them in her heart-wrenching game." With that clever glance, he smirked at me and asked. "Aren't you curious to know about this place?" I stayed quiet, but he started telling the story with a grin.

“When we made the rule about the town’s children not coming into the forest from ages 11 to 18, it was because more than just the boy was killed. That was just the reason given to the town by Timothy’s grandfather. Sleuth members were not permitted to live in town for the same reason. There was a sleuth that was destroyed because of fated mates who were not permitted to be together yet. If we tell our kids, Godric, nor Osprey, will want to hold themselves back from Scarlett. We will be forced to intervene to keep them apart, causing our son, and his bear, to go crazy.” “Crazy? What do you mean crazy? What happened to the sleuth?” I asked. “One of the female bears was mated to a human in the