Guild Hunter Series Novels & Stories

she grinned, “you’d best get talking. Tell us everything you know.” The walls opened up as I talked, weaving a new narration that told them everything they needed to know, and missed out everything they didn’t. Duty filled my veins, and even the guilt couldn’t find its way back in. My blood burned with the weight of it, a relentless pounding that thudded alongside my bones, telling me that this was right, that this was what I’d been made to do. Every inch of my body was packed with muscle, and my skin was scarred from the fights I’d won. I was a hunter, no matter who I loved, no matter my morals. Beneath it all, I knew what I had to do.

Everyone was intimidated just by his presence, they slowly step backward and planned to leave the place but he didn't allow it. The battle begins with him against the three other Rogues. They started growling as if they are questioning him. Shock can be seen in their eyes when one of the leaders of a pack engages in their fight against the hunter. And what makes them more confused is when the one that's supposed to kill the hunter is saving now the woman. He even questioned himself about what he is doing. His mind wanted to just see what would happen between them but his body just move when he saw the wounded hunter.

His eyes shone crimson as he licked his blood strained lips. "This". He held the glass. Leaning back into Stephen’s chest sniffing his neck. It soothed him. Relaxed him. "Good one Callum . It’s a deer. You sure you want this"? Saint reconfirmed. Callum nodded a yes and the next moment they all gasped when Saint took all shots bottom up. "Yumm". They all laughed looking at him enjoying the treat. "Someone taking lessons. Wow. It’s not so you Stephen". Suddenly the door opened to Zol and they all were shocked.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” “In ordinary circumstances, yes.” Lucas agreed, rubbing his closed eyes with his fingertips. “But the more time goes on, the more I feel like there is something weird going on. Those hunters that were killed? There are no traces of hair or DNA from the attacker. Also, Chloe was right there when it happened but there wasn’t a speck of blood on her. I checked with Rivers and he confirmed that when he discovered the bodies, Chloe was surrounded by blood but there was no blood on her except her own.” “Okay that is unusual but hardly outstanding.” Johnny pointed out.

Wait on my next kill. Four daggers strapped to my sides, two on each hip for easy access… any close encounters. But my preference was the bow. Quick. Quiet. Allowing me the distance I needed. And I always took the kill shot. Less suffering. I only killed what I needed to survive. To get me through the harsh winter, dragging anywhere from six to eight months in these mountains. This was no sporting feet.

Akiko announced, and Zen blinked. “Who is Felix?” Sasha cringed. “Felix “Hunter” Martin. He created his own famiglia and rose the ranks quickly, catching the Godfather’s eye to attend this academy. You should have seen him before. He is a big guy with gorilla muscles, bright beach blond hair and a scar over his right eye.” “The Hunter is Guild Carnage’s vice guild leader. He’s also in Johan’s primary party together with a lady named Oritha “Amazonian” Silva. They’re strong. All three of them belong to Class B,” Liu Feng supplied.

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A hunter in Sicily was big news. Chesed was right when he said there hasn’t been one since before I was born. Anything I know about hunters, especially the infamous Adio guild, is from what dad taught me while trained to be a Beta. I know they are underhanded and ruthless when hunting their prey… us and other supernatural creatures. I also know the last time a hunter was in Sicily, they had the misfortune to cross paths with my mate. No one knows the details of what happened to the hunter, but it’s assumed it was gruesome, so much so that no hunter has dared return.

I didn't think the man would ever willingly step foot in a club in his lifetime. He was a hunter, one of the most deadly there is. But Stravos didn't hunt deers or boar, no. What he hunted was more dangerous and life threatening than any animal could ever be. Stravos and I are part of the Hunter's guild and we hunt the monsters of the night. Filthy bloodsuckers that were apparitions straight from hell. We pushed stakes through their hearts and out an end to their abominable existence and kept the mortals save from harm.

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.