My S Class Hunter Novels & Stories

“A hunter has five classification. A healer, tanker, fighter, assassin, and a mage type hunter. Surely, you know what is the difference of those classifications. A mage type has its own subdivisions. A fire type, water type, ice type, and earth type. In order to know your classification as a hunter we need to know your skills. A hunter is ranked by their magical energy. A hunter’s magical energy can be evaluated by five different grades and that is grade 1 to 5, which is 1st grade is the highest and 5th grade as the lowest. Of course, the first graders get a lot of privileges because they are the ones who are sent to a much more dangerous and risky gates. Well, you’ll know the rest when you

A brilliant, burning red light erupted over the village, a beacon for every hunter within fifty miles. "He signaled them," Elara roared, her knuckles turning a bloodless white as she wrenched the wheel. "The hunt is on, little wolf," Abram said, his voice dropping into that low, dangerous purr even as his body failed him. He pulled the hammer back on his revolver. "Let's see if they can spend that billion in hell." The black SUVs surged forward, the sound of their high-performance engines drowning out the wind. The first spray of machine-gun fire shattered the truck’s rear window, showering them in a wave of glass.

I take a step, focusing on getting to the pack house where my fate will be decided, when I feel someone cock a gun behind me. “Halt!” My heart flips. That voice. It isn’t the first I was expecting to hear. A thick lump gathers in my throat, and my hands raise above my head as he commanded. I close my eyes as his footsteps begin to echo behind me, making my pulse race erratically. He stands before me, and I raise my head and meet his smoky green eyes. Hunter. The son of Alpha Moon’s third Luna. The strong warrior and biker who handles the pack’s security affairs.

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

Everyone was dead, but me. Turning back, I finally put a face to the voice. Her skin was covered in freckles and her hair was a wild brown, like she had stuck her finger in a socket. She was carrying a gun in her hands, but what stood out to me was her outfit. I’d seen it once before, in school. It was the Hunter’s uniform. The patch on her arm confirming it. Hunter’s were mercenaries for hire. Killers for hire, really. The non-magical in the supernatural world. They once were on a death march against all supernaturals, but now they were just raised on how to kill them and were sold to the highest bidder.

Hunting me isn’t going to be like hunting a Moon Caster who’s been languishing in chains for months. Still, I can’t help picturing Kaely as he killed our Moon Caster—the glee he took in it, the blood on his lips and teeth. Will he be the same when he tears my throat out? Will he even feel a moment’s remorse? Probably not. He really believes what he said about me being a Moon Caster. And if I thought he was a Moon Caster, I would hunt him down and kill him with no remorse. I wouldn’t care that he was Kaely, the hottest guy in our pack, the only one I’ve ever really dreamed of mating with.

Yeah, that was possible. “No. Freaking. Way.” He walked around the car slowly, almost reverently, mouth hanging open. “This is… this is actually a Mercedes-Mayback S-Class. I was a bit sceptical when Aisha showed me the photos she took…” I shifted Bandit’s carrier to my other hand, trying my hardest not to roll my eyes. “I think so, yeah.” Jamal’s head snapped toward me so fast I thought he might get whiplash. “You think so?!”

I reply as I keep my eyes trained on the road. "¡Sienna! ¡Deténgase! ¡No tienes adónde ir! Mis hombres están en camino para detenerte. Así que detente ahora, o me veré obligado a matarte." Sienna! Stop! You have nowhere to go! My men are on their way to stop you. So stop now, or I'll be forced to kill you. Hunter shouts through the Bluetooth speaker in his car.

Hunter exchanges his beautiful and expensive luxury sports cars for two SUV's: a Porsche and a Land Rover. Okay, the cars are beautiful and expensive, but I can't see Hunter wearing a Ray-Ban aviator in a big one. That is the part where I feel most touched. I like sports cars, and they are part of my daily life of "reconquering the girl with no memory". Cars give me great memories of a blank mind, and I associate Hunter with them. He combined all his arrogance and idiocy in those damn cars he sold, and now it's all gone. I sense he is crestfallen when the black Lamborghini is the last to leave with a screech. I know this because I feel the same way.

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.