My S Class Hunter Novels & Stories

We arrived back at the large mansion with a few more boxes of silver bullets and the weapon I was to wear. Rem had decided it was a good idea to equip himself with a Hunter’s gun, one that would be much quieter to shoot than any normal gun. He hoped he wouldn’t need to use it or the silver bullets, but he erred on the side of caution.

My heart plummeted. “That’s impossible,” Marcus growled from across the clearing. Bright lights burst through the trees again. But these weren’t trucks. They were faster. Smaller. Dozens of them. Motorcycles. Each one ridden by a hunter wearing full silver armor. Crossbows strapped to their backs. Rifles mounted to their bikes. They poured into the clearing like a flood. Twenty. Thirty. Maybe more. The wolves hesitated. Even Kael’s massive wolf froze for a moment. The hunter leader smiled again.

He doesn't really show his feelings on the outside, but is still very protective and caring. We live in a large village near the southern climate states. Our village is called La Freccia d'Oro. It means the golden arrow. La Freccia d'Oro is the largest village of hunters in the United States, and the third largest in the world. Hunters are mortal beings with a few peak human physical abilities: strength, agility, speed, reflexes, accuracy, and endurance. Due to their gifts, hunters are sent to a private academy instead of a normal school. The private academy is called L'Accademia dei Cacciatori, or The Hunters Academy, and it is used for hunters to learn how to properly put their gifts to us

His watchful eyes scan the surroundings, ensuring the safety of their journey. Hunter, adorned with his trusty spear and a dagger tucked into his wrap, takes on the crucial role of scout, swimming at the forefront of the group. His weapon of choice, a sleek and sturdy spear, is poised to strike at a moment's notice, ready to defend against any threats that may emerge. The gleaming blade of his dagger serves as a versatile tool for close-quarters combat or precise underwater tasks.

The last stop is to Acura where my dad gets two Acura MDX for Alice and Matt's parents, one black and one blue to drive back to the pack house. After we got done we all met up at the diner for lunch. My dad started telling everyone about the new pack vehicle’s we ordered 6 pack suvs that are bulletproof. There are H-2 Hummers, all blacked out with 6.2L V8. It gets the job done for protecting ourselves when needed; they also have strong bumpers and run flats tires.

says another. Three hunters. All Male. The hunters pass within twenty feet of my hiding spot. The oldest one carries silver-tipped arrows. Another has thermal goggles strapped over his eyes. The third, and youngest, is white knuckling a handgun like it’s a life raft. “Thought these things were supposed to be monsters,” the younger hunter mutters. “So far, all I've seen is a piss poor Tarzan cosplay.” “Don’t get cocky,” the older one snapped. “The small one already killed three men before they shot him with a tranq.”

Alpha Ryker smirked and turned to question the Z clan men, "There's no good in the evening, though it would be in the coming hours when I shall paint the streets red." "What is the progress, Beta Alvan?" Alpha Ryker turned his head to the side, enough to look at Beta Alvan who had followed Alpha Ryker after calling the Z clan. Alvan inclined his head to the side as a bow and answered, "My Alpha, there are some wolves who have turned and have already started to hunt. What shall I do about them?" "Kill them," Came the immediate reply of Alpha Ryker. He added in a hard tone, "They should know better than hunt before their Alpha."

Even though the dagger was pressed so deeply that it had already nicked me, Kerrigan was able to hit the hunter away from me before he could finish the job. I turned back to see the eagle brutalizing the hunter. I had to say that I had suddenly gained a new appreciation for the well trained animals. Orlaith dropped all the loud on his back and charged one of the hunters, the hunter raised his sword in defense but it was pathetically swiped away with little effort. I saw Rowena shoot arrows at one and I wondered where she had gotten her bow from exactly. Phoenix faced another hunter and I could tell that he would easily win.

“Done.” We connected with Hunter as I led Swift to a lockbox on the kitchen table and opened it for him. He casually looked it over before removing it from the box. With clear skill, he began to take the weapon apart. Once he had the parts laid out on the table, he removed a backpack from his shoulder and pulled out a container. Using a magnifying scope and a few different lights, he thoroughly looked each part over. His expression becoming more serious with each piece. “Well… this is… not what I expected,” he finally said curiously. “I can tell you that this didn’t come from anyone that I know.”

Without the noise of his devotion, I could see the exact angle of the Stalker’s rifle through the cedar logs. BOOM. The door didn't just break; it disintegrated. A high-frequency charge turned the wood into a rain of splinters. Through the smoke, the first silver-masked Hunter stepped over the threshold, his infrared lens glowing. I didn't scream. I lunged. I used the leaden weight of my stone arm as a club. I slammed the quartz wrist into the Hunter’s throat before his optics could track my 0.3-second lag. Crack. The sound of his windpipe collapsing was a dry, satisfying thud.