My S Class Hunter Novels & Stories

He asked. "I actually don't." Rayla replied. "How long have you been ostracized from the world in training?" Travis asked. With that statement, Rayla's hesitation to be go taken by the thread of his reveal dimmed. "How did you know?" She asked. "That you're a hunter from Mavion or that their training elites still keeps you this close to going insane?" He replied her observation. She wouldn't heed his mockery and instead released herself from her hold on him then backed away.

His eyes gazed down at me intently as I felt that worry in his head, “I always worry about your safety, love. When Macy told me that she saw you walking with me in the park, I had never been so scared in my whole life because I thought he would take you away from me. I cannot live another day without you by my side, Cassandra Clark. You are the reason why I am doing this. I wanted to build a future with you and the family I dreamed of having.” Those soft words gave warmth in my heart as I caressed the side of his face and I was mesmerized by his gentleness when he closed his eyes as my hand touched his skin, “I told you I won’t go anywhere, Hunter Albrecht. Just promise me never to shut your

But he would find out, because he was Venator, a state-approved hunter whose job it was to get the prole plague under control. For five tense minutes Gian drove the car through the streets with a lead foot. Fortunately, he knew his way around this part of town very well and so it was easy for him to find the address. However, he stared at the proper roadside parking. He just stopped across the front of the house and then they just had to follow the screams. Maddox just took the time to rush to the trunk and get his hunting rifle when he followed Gian across the driveway of a local family house.

Hastings said. Mark put the gun on the table and walked over to the other where David was checking the rifles. Took a 7.62mm M110 SASS, checked the scope and magazine. “It’s my favorite,” he said. “I was a sniper in the navy seals, and for me this is the best of the semi automats. I also really liked using the M39, and from time to time the M14, even though it’s in limited use and is a bit old.”

Or maybe not crazy enough—a kind of cold, logical madness that almost makes sense if you look at it sideways. “You’re not making it through that tunnel,” Amon says, his shadows swirling back, ready for round two. “We’ll stop you.” “Will you?” The Chancellor cocks his head. “You’re strong, shadow manipulator. Stage III, if I’m reading you right. But I’ve been feeding on all this Intent for weeks. I’ve taken powers and memories from dozens of Hunters. I’m Class S now. Do you really think you can stop me?” Class S. That’s the top. The kind of threat they send entire squads for, with heavy gear and backup plans.

"And what so special that it worths the protection of the twin to an alpha," "Promise not to look at me wired and begin to avoid me," "I won't besides I've told you multiple times laura I like you and I'll be sure to be with you" "I'm a Hunter"

"That's Khleassandra. She is the Long Range Shooter of the family. What she used was an M16 Rifle also known as an AR-15." My eyes widened as I caught my rest. I didn't understand what he was saying because my life was more important to me. "I don't want to! Please! I don't want to play with you guys!" I struggled as I said that. "Let me go! Please!" Before I could fully recover, the tangerine on my shoulder was suddenly destroyed. The juice splashed on my face. I felt and heard something close to my ear. "And that is Allison. She is our Sniper. She used a Remington M24 SWS."

“I'm a fucking werewolf hunter now.” Once the other orders are cancelled, they make their way to the only manufacture in the country to make live silver bullets. “You boys are werewolf fantasy writers?” The owner asks as they enter the warehouse. “No, we are police detectives so we can transport this much live ammo,” Huck says, flashing his badge and credentials. “Makes sense, so you doing it for your girls?” The guy chuckles. “And my boyfriend,” Sawyer says, with a smile. “Lucky guy,” One of the box loaders winks at Sawyer.

Next: weapons. Back in his car, he called an old acquaintance, Seamus Lancaster, who ran a private hunting ground on Mt. Barat—hundreds of acres stocked with harmless game for leisure hunters. Seamus had plenty of legal hunting gear like crossbows, compound bows, and air rifles. Cyrus had visited before and had Seamus' number. This time, he asked for bulk and offered extra payment. Seamus, a businessman first, agreed easily. "Mr. Knovell, what do you need so many for? These are for hunting, right? Not hurting people?"