My S Class Hunter Novels & Stories

he muttered, smiling mockingly at himself. Something about her always made him lose composure. He picked up his phone and dialed. It was answered on the second ring. “Mr. Hunter?” The voice on the other end said. “Have the Spatium C137 —our latest model— ready for pickup in LA. I’ll text specifics soon.” “SUV or Sedan version, sir?” “SUV.” He ended the call. His phone rang immediately. Susan. “Hey.” “Hey, lover boy.”

That was the only advantage I had, and I needed to use it before the next thirty seconds educated them. The first hunter came through the trees at a pace that assumed he was about to catch something helpless. He was wearing standard Clan Lakandula enforcement gear — gray-and-copper uniform, leather reinforcement at the shoulders and bracers, short enforcement blade at his hip and a spirit-suppression coil in his left hand. Young. Confident. The tracker beast on his lead was a low-rank cultivation animal, cat-shaped, its eyes reflecting amber in the forest light. He saw me standing at the old growth edge and stopped.

“12 out of 21 deer have been killed by this hunter.” Holding my spear, I am trying to catch my breath while paying my whole attention to the keeper. Keepers are the one who has the information of how many kills a hunter has in an hour. “None other than, Raffi of the Ambrose’s!” I saw my father fixing his hunter’s robe while wearing his huge smile. The whole tribe is excited especially the women of which gender I belong to. I started to walk to the wooden stage created by the tribe for this kind of ceremony. Everybody is happy and I hope this will last forever.

While bleeding to death from different heavy injuries, the crescent moon scar of the Primordial burnt slightly beneath her skin and glowed dull dark red. The outside view of Sector 85 appeared as a huge vehicle garage, but inside it had an underground operational basement with special forces. They were called the ‘Hunters’. Their mission was to hunt down the werewolves and kill every last one of them. Their hatred for werewolves was way over the top. The five SUVs that entered the city a day before were an escort for the leader of the branch who was ordered to lead the mission after the news of the recent incident that occurred.

IN THE BEGINNING May 21st, 2010 It was around five thirty in the evening when he reached the diner, the clouds clustered in a blur dark grey, the rain bounced off the windscreen as the whipers swished side to side in an attempt to see clearly. He switched the engine off, stepping out of the large black pickup truck. Authority radiated from his tall, muscular frame, his slicked his dirty blonde hair back as the rain soaked it. His hazel eyes held a hint of anger, a human had come into his diner and held a gun to one of his sixteen year old waitresses. The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner.

I wish I could turn back time and wouldn't be responsible for lost tools. "Is there no other means of transportation here?" I still hope. "Yes, but it's a military vehicle. You can't use it." Kaylin extinguished my hopes. I wanted to cry but kept a calm attitude on the outside. Even though I'm a hunter, I have a lot of stamina, but when chasing Rogues, I always use vehicles like cars or motorcycles. Very rarely do I have to run jogging long distances. If I go for a run, I am also supported with tools to reduce strength.

But in the rest, I don't need her. "You know what Hunter? " "what?" I asked back cookey and confidence and power. At that moment she looked straight into my eyes, for the first time I can see all the pain flowing through her body and mind, and I can see the limit she had, the riching point when she just can't take it anymore.

Maybe she's looking for me? I'm not sure what a hunter is but Addie is my hope for rescue. If Rainn is the guy from the bar, then she's with the other gorgeous male that made my heartbeat. I now have a way to drown out all the pain and suffering and this will be my new happy place. "I told you that I would help you and I intend on doing so. Having the hunters dead is going to be beneficial to all our business. We just can't do anything rash that would get the attention of the council.

they scurry away like startled mice. More Hunters emerge from the truck, spilling out like clowns from a clown car at the circus. Seven in total, each one looking more stern and serious than the last. A couple of them lug stretchers from the back of the truck and carefully load up the battered and bruised Hunters. One of the newly arrived Hunters catches my attention. Let's call him Mr. Aura, because, well, he's got this formidable aura surrounding him like a force field. His eyes sweep over me and the destroyed yard, taking in the scene with a keen, assessing gaze.

What was going on? Felix “Hunter” Martin ran for his life for the next twenty minutes. Oritha would be a few steps behind him as Sasha’s bullets rained on him from afar. He’d never understood the fearsomeness of an agile sniper until today. Sasha “Two Shots” Angeloff was not an opponent to scoff at, especially in her unspoken teamwork with the Amazonian.