Guild Hunter Series Novels & Stories

He sends the last body hurling toward another group as they charge toward him, scattering them in different directions. Hector, with the fury of the storm and the swiftness of a thunderclap, slit the throats of every rogue as he progresses forward with carefully deliberated steps. Blood spills form crimson arcs in the air, like raindrops in the wilderness, a view of satisfaction and pain. He goes for the throat of a rogue after knocking down the sword from his grip and strangling him in a minute, thanks to his lupine strength. Hunter is dangerous, but weak, owing to the endless search for the artefact, his lack of sufficient food and water, his pupils twinkling, alternating between two colou

I nodded to Xavier, he had every right to hate me, and if that made him feel better, then I would take it. I closed my eyes as he raised the knife and waited for him to plunge it deep into my chest. To be continued… (This book is a Duet, the Hunter and The Hunted. The Hunted i still being written, please see my website for more information. It is on my to be written list after I finish my final revisions of my main series and the spin off completion.)

He would kill Armando with his bare hands. Hunter didn't know how he spent the next five days in the warehouse. There was only one thing on his head. No matter what, he had to get his Silvia back. And for her, he'd do any f*cking thing. After a devastating week, he was informed that Armando with his six men was on the move. He was heading somewhere. This was the first time he stepped out of his rogue pack. Hunter had heard about this rogue pack a long before. The pack of ruthless rogues who slaughtered people and stole from them. The kingdom had sent a troop to kill these rogues but they all ended up dying.

Hunter. She was a hunter! I had developed some kind of insane obsession with a hunter! This time I was sure to find myself in a fate of death. The question, however, was who was she? A friend of theirs? A cousin maybe? I hoped that she was not a close relative of theirs or else this obsession would become a whole lot more complicated. A vampire and hunter having a more than platonic relationship was not only illegal, but suicide.

I was even more pissed now. “Let’s give this warrior some respect and cover him up. He will also need a proper burial.” “Yes, Alpha,” Kieran replied, sensing that I didn’t want to talk anymore. Those fucking hunters. The air surrounding me reeked of them. We knew the previous outbreaks were at the hands of the savages christened hunters, each occurrence followed the same pattern and each wolf that was harmed had the same markings. It was always one wolf set upon, but never more than that. This made us believe it was a lone hunter, a do-gooder, an opportunist, and, somehow, the bastard always got away. This time though… This time, there were more, and Gilly had been killed. This was not the a

In contrast, this world had only 5 known realms of power Soldiers Animal Hunters Thrashers Predators Nightmares After seeing the fighters of the Grand Tourney, Mane was able to conclude that Soldiers were within the Mortal Realm. But they were only in the lower and middle ranks (Mortal Realm Stage 1 to Stage 6). Animal Hunters were stronger than Soldiers, but they were still in the Mortal Realm. The difference between the two was that Animal Hunters were high level Mortal Realmers (Mortal Realm Stage 7 to Stage 9).

The sound of his windpipe collapsing was a dry, satisfying thud. A second Hunter vaulted over his comrade, a silver blade aimed for my human side. I didn't dodge. I calculated the trajectory and stepped into the strike, allowing the blade to bite deep into my human shoulder. The pain was a sharp, white-hot data point. I ignored it. While his blade was stuck in my flesh, I drove my silver dagger into the seam of his mask. Pressurized silver mercury sprayed across my face—bitter and metallic. "Target confirmed!" the third Hunter shrieked from the porch, leveling his rifle at the woodpile where Leo slept.

"Hunter." Closing the door quietly, I rest against the wall until my heart stops beating so rapidly it feels like it might explode. That isn't Debrassy. And that sure the hell wasn't Miss Bluebird. That was Addison Archer Stone. And Debrassy was right. Hunter Grant isn't dead. Which means.... "He's BLACKEAGLE," I whisper, grinning. I wonder what he'd pay for me to keep his little secret.

Yet he stands between me and death anyway. Why? The question unsettles me more than the hunters do. The lead hunter raises his weapon fully now. Silver aimed directly at Rowan’s heart. Silver always aims for the heart. Silver always kills. “Final warning,” the hunter says. Rowan doesn’t move. Doesn’t submit. Doesn’t retreat. His silence is answer enough. The hunter pulls the trigger. The sound shatters the alley. Silver tears through air. Rowan moves faster than human perception allows. He shifts partially.

Not even Hunter has dared trespass. Taking a cup of coffee from the coffee maker, I prepare a couple cups and think about what I’m going to say to Stryker. Hunter walks in minutes later. He’s wearing his usual band shirt and grunge jeans over his slender form. Hunter is in his early twenties. He’s also one of the best tech hackers in the world. I found him working at a Pep Boys several years ago fixing computers for extra cash while doing illegal side hacking. I had done some background work on him before I brought him into the fold. He has been an invaluable asset since. He lived in the garage for a couple of years before he fell in love. He and his girlfriend, Maleah, are sickeningly perfe