Gundam Monster Hunter Novels & Stories

The ones she had taken from the Elite down in the underground. Of course! It was like fate had been prodding at her and trying to get her attention all this time. Quickly rifling through the set she found what she was looking for. A car key. She glanced around the lot at the vehicles. They must have only been about five at best. All were the newest model of Land Rover, every single one was black and looked very sleek. They were guild-issued, so they had been modified with extra armour plating as well as bulletproof glass and a few other cool features.

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.

He didn’t get much of a chance to take them all in before his team was under attack, and they all drew their weapons, engaging the monsters who sought them out. Luckily, the Glocks seemed to work just fine against them, unlike the shapeshifter Vampires Holland had created that often took beheading to end. These monsters went down quickly with a shot to the head or body in a location where one might assume the heart or lungs would be. Aaron took out some sort of giant snake with rows of serrated teeth before it could sweep him off of his legs as well as a bird-like creature that reminded him of an eagle. But there were so many of them, and despite the fact that all six Guardians were firing o

Looking through the scope of the magnified glass attached to her weapon, she held her breath as the chest of one of her target’s bodyguards appeared on the crisscross mark, which was immediately followed by the bald head of the yakuza boss. She moved the gun slightly once more to the right while maintaining the crisscross mark on his head before she squeezed the trigger. A second passed before the man dropped like a log, which prompted his men to instinctively draw out pistols from their inner jackets as they scanned the area for where the bullet came from. Kimberly immediately returned the gun and leather gloves into her suitcase before making her way out of the building through the emerge

They leapt all around, even up top onto the hangars, and fired down on his mecha. The last thing his visual sensors saw was Raijin standing high above on one of the hangars, her light blue Tsunami practically invisible with the bright blue sky behind her. ~ Mad Monk grumbled considerably as he watched Silvermoon’s name turn gray in his team’s comms. He absolutely couldn’t fathom how he had been neutralized, and was utterly frustrated at how easily a nonlethal mecha beat him. Without his advanced sensor suite, they were practically blind to the rest of the battlespace.

The grey static of the creature shattered, turning into a shower of harmless dust that sparkled in the moonlight. The clearing returned to its natural state, the crickets chirping again as if nothing had happened. "You just 'De-tuned' a Shadow," the Sound-Hunter said, looking at me with a mixture of awe and fear. "You didn't just kill it. You erased its frequency." I looked at my arm. The black waveform had grown, a new line stretching toward my palm. I wasn't just a reporter anymore; I was a weapon. "We need to find that water," I said, helping Julian up. "The one that flows upward."

"Zergs have corrosive blood! Their shells are hard! They are immune to bullets! Normal people can't kill them!" "Can or can't, we'll see after I try," I say, eyeing the joint between the monster's head and body. I kick off the wall, launching myself into the air. "And who said I was normal?" The Zerg opens its mandibles. I catch its antennae mid-air and swing myself onto its back. I flip the axe in my hand. Thwack. I drive the blade precisely into the gap in its neck armor. I hold onto the handle for dear life as the monster thrashes. I twist the blade. Green slime sprays out. I dodge to the side, avoiding the corrosive splash. Below me, I can feel the axe handle melting from the acid.

someone yelled, I wasn’t sure if it was a male or female voice, but I felt Mia yanked me down by the collar of my dress as she reached below the seat to take out something—a gun. Bullets pelted on the glass but didn’t make it due to the bulletproof shield. “DRIVE, DRIVE!” The man, Luca, yelled again as the car hit the gas. He kept shouting instructions into the radio, which emitted broken voices. “HOW MANY, LUCA?” Mia asked. “So far, four men. Two of them are heavily armed,” he responded. It wasn’t the first time that I heard of gunshots, but I had never been ambushed. A part of me had wished that Dante has nothing to do with this attack, or my cover would be blown right away.

“All these weapons. Are they really as lethal as he proclaimed?” That made him laugh, short, sharp, and bitter. “Smoke and mirrors. Most of ‘em barely function. A few prototypes might fire, sure, if you like your operator fried in the process. But the elites eat that shit up. Big cannons, flashy designs. Makes ‘em think Lucian’s got answers he doesn't. Makes the elites feel safe.” “Then what’s he really after?” Ryder’s grin faded, his gaze going sharp. “Magic. Old magic. The kind that’s gone quiet for centuries. That’s why he’s had hunters stomping through swamps, sniffing around graves. He’s not looking for wolves anymore. He’s looking for something worse.”

I needed to feed my monsters or there would be consequences. “Hi, handsome. Would you like some company?” I turned and saw an attractive blonde standing next to me. Perfect. I thought to myself. She wasn’t my usual but she would do. So I started my game again. Within thirty minutes she was walking out the door with me. We walked over to my car and I held the door as she climbed in. I smiled to myself as I climbed into the car and drove her to her death. This wasn’t how I wanted the night to end at least not with this woman but it would hold off my demons for now.