Guild Hunter Series Novels & Stories

he declares with a sly grin. Without warning, he hurls the bullet back at the Hunters with deadly force. The air crackles as it rockets toward them, almost creating a spark. Before the Hunters can register the approaching projectile, it pierces through one of their throats, leaving a gaping hole. Blood gurgles from the Hunter's mouth as he crumples to the ground, his lifeless eyes staring up at the night sky.

Dad grunted, sighing heavily. “I don’t know, Dad.” I shook my head. I was also frustrated that I couldn’t find anything about these hunters, even a name. “They are humans. That’s for sure,” Shadow said, “They could have military service because they seem well-trained, meticulous, and organized, and they left without a trail to follow, just a brand on their victims.” “How are the victims killed?” Zack asked. “Silver bullets, burning, beheading—” Everyone gasped. “They also use crossbows but took arrows with them,” I added.

- You see, now that you are calmer I want to inform you of where you have been. His previously lit face had darkened. My hairs stood on end. What he was about to tell me was not good. The Hunter in front of him was not the same one who was singing country in the shower. He was the one hired by the mafia to shoot and murder indiscriminately. That was the Hunter I feared and had him by my side. I looked down at my shaking hands. My hands never shook. Bad augury.

He has a friendly smile. “What do you do?” I ask him. “I mean, what do you do for work?” “You’ve never seen me before?” I shrug. “I'm a football player.” “Oh my God, you play for the guild.” I point my index finger at him. “Played. It's already a start for you to hear about me.” His laugh is sad. Hunter starts to slow down, and a lot of people with cameras in hand surround the car. I'm scared of the pressing crowd.

Well shit. I was not expecting all that. The Hunter just verbally spilled his guts and essentially bared his soul in one sitting. And of all the reasons he could be on the run, I hadn’t considered that he killed someone that high up in his guild, least of all his mother.

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.

she asked. Karen had so many questions, and I didn't know how to answer her. I wished I had the answers, especially now, but I didn't, and it kind of made me feel bad. I knew I had to explain things to her a bit. "The Hunter family are supernatural hunters. They are human beings with special abilities to locate and identify people like me. They also can match our skills and kill us. They are the most dreaded bloodline of all the supernatural hunters. It was all fair initially. The Hunters made sure everyone followed the rules, and no one cheated anyone. We saw them more like judges, juries and executioners. Whenever there were issues, the Hunters would solve them. They could tell when we wer

The Hunter said as he swung his Silver metal baton back and forth Slowly approaching Daemon who was on the ground breathing hard. “It’s...... not (coughs) over yet” The hunter laughed at his feeble attempt to stand up then dodged a claw from the now awake Gwen, He swung his baton she dodged it neatly but couldn’t dodge the kick that followed which sent her flying to Daemon’s side.

He said mockingly. “And who are you?” Grayson demanded, his voice cold. Jerry's smile widened. “Jerry. The leader of the hunters, brother.” “Brother?” Beta Luke whispered, glancing at Grayson in confusion. Jerry didn’t give Grayson a chance to respond. He lunged, and the fight began. The hunters attacked from all sides with brutality, their movements coordinated and precise. Declan and Patrick, though caught off guard, did not falter. Declan’s blade flashed in the dim light as he took down one assailant after another, his strength and skill evident in every swing.

A swift kick disarmed the man, and Kane's blade—a silver-edged knife he'd pulled from his boot—ended the fight with a single, efficient strike. From the opposite side of the clearing came a sharp, ear-piercing howl. Gunnar, Xander's hulking cousin, had taken down a hunter armed with a semi-automatic rifle. His wolf form was massive, his fur almost black with streaks of deep auburn. He growled low and deep, standing over the fallen man as his jaws dripped with blood. Gunnar's presence alone seemed to unnerve the remaining hunters, who faltered in their attacks, their formation breaking as panic set in.