Guild Hunter Series Novels & Stories

I take a step, focusing on getting to the pack house where my fate will be decided, when I feel someone cock a gun behind me. “Halt!” My heart flips. That voice. It isn’t the first I was expecting to hear. A thick lump gathers in my throat, and my hands raise above my head as he commanded. I close my eyes as his footsteps begin to echo behind me, making my pulse race erratically. He stands before me, and I raise my head and meet his smoky green eyes. Hunter. The son of Alpha Moon’s third Luna. The strong warrior and biker who handles the pack’s security affairs.

she admitted. Brandon flew over to where the first Assassin lay on the ground, intending to take him out before he got his faculties back, but by the time her uncle arrived, the man was stirring enough to defend himself. A Hunter could always kill a Guardian, regardless of what sort of ammunition was in use. The only way a Guardian could kill a Hunter or a Hunter could kill another Hunter was with titanium. “What are they using?” Jo demanded Scott answered, “Titanium.”

“But there are levels to this game, Henrique.” I took a step forward. “Return the shipment you hijacked. Or be ready to be torn alive.” Henrique spat on the ground near my boot. He laughed, taunting me. “Go on. I dare you. Do your worst.” I tilted my head. “As you wish.” I didn’t even have to signal. The clearing erupted into a total disorder. Bodies collided; the sound of fists hitting the enemy’s flesh; the snarls of wolves filling the air.

EIGHT MONTHS AGO Kimberly shivered slightly as the harsh cold wind blew relentlessly, but she continued following in the footsteps of the Afghanistan local who acted as their guide through the mountains to their rendezvous point. Behind her was sergeant Oscar, her closest friend in her unit who was also a sniper. “Are you getting tired?” She teased him. “Hell no.” The Texan replied with his southern drawl. Kimberly was not finding it easy herself. Hiking at a fast pace while carrying full military gear on a steep terrain for over four hours was not a small feat.

Ramsy boasted. Delta Ramsy mustered little heed to Higgins' pitiful state as the spat to the soon to-be corpse in his wake. Hunters were members of the resistance, who were mostly humans that had their only goal to be liberating their people and domineering the greater mass of carnivorous beast that desired to usurp any attempts they made to establish a system like theirs or breed enough to try. Higgins' life was dangling on a thin thread, his hands laid across the two ends of the baracade by chains anchored to his wrists and a weakened resolve from that death that just insisted on taking its time before truly drawing the life out of him.

Prologue Daniel's POV I went on with my life, not expecting even a tiny bit of happiness to find me, I was just living under the dark side of life. Killing, hunting monsters. No happiness, not even love. Nothing could reach my frozen soul. That is, if I had a soul.

Everyone was dead, but me. Turning back, I finally put a face to the voice. Her skin was covered in freckles and her hair was a wild brown, like she had stuck her finger in a socket. She was carrying a gun in her hands, but what stood out to me was her outfit. I’d seen it once before, in school. It was the Hunter’s uniform. The patch on her arm confirming it. Hunter’s were mercenaries for hire. Killers for hire, really. The non-magical in the supernatural world. They once were on a death march against all supernaturals, but now they were just raised on how to kill them and were sold to the highest bidder.

Tommy immediately understood the flow of this strange conversation. "Listen, potato woman. In this organization, the entire Hunter is only thirty humans. And you're the 1456th who entered the organization. If only we didn't notice you as The Hunter in your coffee shop, sooner or later, you would be put into small pieces even though your bones can no longer be put together for an autopsy because of the devil's actions." Iris was silent with her mouth slightly open. She was a 1456th Hunter who entered the organization. A number that didn't matter to remember, and Iris immediately touched her forehead.

I shouted to Kiko and together, we both ran to him, but by then he had already managed to kill most of the men against him, and the three of us together killed the leader together, with me and Kiko slashing his body as Talon lifted him and smashed him down into the concrete floor. We separated, trying to watch other’s backs and keep each other alive as we fought the army of hunters. We were largely outnumbered, but with our strength, speed and training on our side, not to mention the humans we had with their own guns taking down lines of hunters that ran into the fight, their number didn’t matter. It was just their weapons, their damned bullets and arrows that made our victory or defeat so d

Not that I’d rule out the former. Not all hunters work for the guild and, therefore, The Mythical Alliance. American hunters, especially, were notorious for not working well with others and disliking the idea of there being ‘good’ supernatural beings. Numerous hunters refused to work with the guild and now TMA because it meant working with the paranormal to protect everyone, including the clueless humans. A noob hunter could easily mess up staking a vamp or could’ve hit his ribs during a fight. “Who are you, and what are you doing in Silverclaw territory?” I demanded, pointing my penlight at his face.