My S Class Hunter Novels & Stories

Mine. On Sarah’s panel a second contact blooms, a hot red signature peeling off our position and sinking into the trench, carrying my frequency, my signal, the read of a Sovereign-class source bleeding into the sea. And the hunter-sub turns off its intercept and goes after it, fast, hungry, exactly as designed. But I am watching the red light leave.

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.

Still better than the alternative, which is keeping my spine to an Alpha and calling it a plan. Up close he's worse, which I knew he would be, which is somehow also insulting. Gold eyes, the wolf swimming around behind them, looking at me the way a thing looks at you when it's already calculated the odds on which of us is faster and found the answer amusing. My crossbow hangs off one of his fingers by the trigger guard while he decides whether to give it back or mount it on a wall with a little brass plaque. HUNTER'S. FAILED, REPEATEDLY.

The wound from the oath was still fresh enough that I could smell the copper threaded through everything else. My claws pressed against the ends of my fingers. Cassian stood slightly behind my right shoulder. “Control yourself.” I did not look at him. “I am controlled.” “You have been staring at her since we came outside.” “I’m staring at the forest.” “No, you’re not.” I ignored him. The other sixteen hunters spread across the secondary boundary behind us. Most had already removed their formal coats. Several were barefoot, prepared to shift the instant the release horn sounded. Darius Blackthorne stood three places to my left. He wore a thin smile. I disliked everything about it. His gaze mo

I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes. He fell to a quivering mass on the ground and I hit the top of the roof twice, letting Aaron know we were alone again. The green Ute slowed to a crawl, but didn't stop. I slipped my gun back into it's waiting home and dropped to a crouch, searching the nearest bags for the extra bulb the boys had brought back with the new food supplies. The adrenalin rush had left me breathless and shaky, but I needed to fix the light. The longer it was out, the longer we had a direct, unlit path to the car.

The man mumbled with a hoarse voice, bringing his head down and looking sideways to continue making his list — something he was doing before she showed up. "El Depredador, Sobek Special, Double Clutch sniper guns, El Rubi and Ciervo Macho shutguns as well. I'm hoping you'd have the aforementioned here tonight." She gruffed, dropping a cheque on the table before him. He lifted up his head slowly to take a closer look at her as she drew near to him with those words coming out from a young teenager's lips.

Because here he was confused to solve the problem with Ezra. The silver stone SUV drove past him without the slightest suspicion that he was sitting behind the wheel of this Audi. Hunter stared at the taillights of the car with hatred very clear on his face. If he could, he wanted to take his gun and shoot at the car until all the bullets were gone. Regardless of whether his shots hit the target or not, he would shoot at the car until all his anger for Ezra died down. -00-

Penny said, making Claire realize that the last time also Hunter destroyed her car to get back at her. "I don't know about her previous car model Hunter burned, but this one was a limited edition of Ford Mustang worth millions. Damn, this is going to haunt her for months! I must compliment Hunter for his sharp mind too. He targeted her through which it's going to hurt her the most without spilling blood, but still he made her heart bleed. Nice job, Hunter!" Penny exclaimed, except that Claire was too busy noticing Hunter move in the shadow towards the exit to pay attention to her words.

"The girl is mine." The Hunter scoffs, "You're clearly outnumbered." "Hahahah, you'd make a good comedian," Mr. Hogger teases. "Or maybe you just can't count," The Hunter counters. Mr. Hogger shakes his minigun."This gun shoots 3,000 rounds per minute. That's more than all of you combined, with change even." Sophia watches them from the net hanged on the tree. Her eyes are beaming with hope and her face with curiosity to escape. An echo rings joyously inside her heart: 'The Hunter is here.'