Guild Hunter Series Novels & Stories

“A human?” “Not just a human.” I stepped forward, keeping the knife between us. “A hunter.” His lips curled into a sneer as he took a step toward me, his movements slow and deliberate. “You must be Riley’s pet.” His eyes raked over me, his grin widening. “I can smell him all over you. Leave it to Riley to fuck up this bad. A human? And not just any human—a hunter?” He barked a laugh. “Call it off.” My voice was steady, though every muscle in my body was coiled tight. “Whatever you’re planning to do to him, end it. I heard you, Liam. You killed Marcus, not Riley.”

Uncle gary said in sad mood I wiped my face and stopped crying to understand what my uncle was saying. " Uncle, this is not funny. Werewolves don't exist. So how will they kill my father and even if they exist. What business does my father and werewolves have in common”. “ You are from the generation of Hunter's." I looked at him astonished. A lot was going through my mind “ This is the first time I am hearing of Hunter and now you are telling me I am from the generation of Hunter's. Please can you elaborate?” Still confused about what he is saying because my dad has never discussed this with me before he died.

I typed into g****e 'hunters gang; LA And surprising it actually came up with a lot of results. I don't even know what I'm actually meant to be reading here, like its a bunch of jiberish, but in a different way I understand it as an assassin - ex assassin. They kill people Well so do- did I But we are different. I worked alone. These work in groups. Mhmm they are hot....wait what I see in bold italics headlined Parents of 7 year old, 14 year old, and 18 year old dead by shooting

A male voice, that I didn’t know, asked. Looking up, I saw a male player, standing a few feet away. His character was a vampire, but he was wearing the armor of a Hunter. Hunters in this game were players that found pleasure in attacking other players for their gold pieces and items. Granted, only common items could be looted.

Theron POV The morning was already a disaster because the courtyard was full of nervous warriors and the smell of the dead messenger was still hanging in the Great Hall, so when a black carriage with the iron seal of the Mercenary Guild rolled through the gates, I knew things were only going to get more complicated. I walked down the front steps with Marcus trailing behind me, while the guards stepped back to let the carriage stop right in front of the main entrance. A man stepped out who was wearing a heavy grey coat and a silver monocle, and he looked at the dirt on the ground with a look of pure disgust before he turned his eyes toward me. He was the High Arbiter of the Guild, the man who

He didn't appear to be upset to be joining his mate at all. Of the more than 3,000 omegas that had started The Hunt, only 243 were still unclaimed. That night, 243 Hunters returned to the castle and planned the next phase of their attack. Because, at this point in the game, their animalistic nature could do nothing less than attack.

he finally mumbled quietly to me. I looked over at him with a tilt of my head. What did that have to do with Rem’s bed preferences? He looked at me uneasily for a moment and then said, “Hunters aren’t fully human either. We’re not supernatural beings like werewolves, but we’re different from average humans. That’s how we’re able to do what we do. Some come from witch and wizard bloodlines, others heroes of old lore… but there’s always something about our bloodlines that gives us a stronger edge.”

"And what happens when these Hunters find out you've broken a rule?" "Then, there's hell to pay," Giovani admitted. "They'll show up, usually with their Guardians so that they're protected, and take you out. Once you're gone, man, you're gone. There's no coming back the next time." Gasping, Jack asked, "They have Guardians?" "Yep," Giovani confirmed. "And we can't kill Guardians. Only Hunters. We can kill them. But they have silver bullets, and that's pretty hard to get around."

“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.

My raised eyes began to furrow, I started to think of anything he could possibly discuss with the moon goddess. "The hunters are not to be trusted, Elena. They are malevolent, evil. They manipulate people into thinking they are saving the world from harm. Their game is to make the world believe in them and then attack from the back. The hunter boys are just agents, working for their malicious father." "Do you know them that much?." I snuffed a question. "Believe me, I've eaten and dined with them. I've worked with them and they betrayed me. " I breathed out, tucking the instinct that made me not believe her behind. The way she explained about my mate and the house of the hunters were unbelie