My S Class Hunters Novels & Stories

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

the hunter yelled at his comrades. I saw some relief on Dad’s face when he realized me and my brother were presumably safe but it was short lived as he still needed to keep Sofia safe. While the hunters had their attention divided between the fight and what their friend told them I climbed to tree I had been hiding behind and pulled out my bow. I quickly lined up my first shot and managed to his the hunter to my dad’s left right through the throat causing the other hunters to panic and look around.

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.

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.

She said. "What?!" I exclaimed. "Did you guys trail off the path that I left you?"I asked hastily as I hurried along him. "We went out hunting but we got separated.We didn't know how he got caught in the hunters trap. "He explained stammering as he took a breath. "How are hunters so far away from their hunting grounds?"I wondered. "Ma'am they don't look like ordinary hunters they had wolfsbane and these machines that shot silver bullets and silver pointed arrows. "he narrated.

I said as I looked the man over once before turning to Kane, he opened his mouth but Aramis spoke first, my attention going back to him. “Hunters are an elite squad within wolf packs. Similar to Scouts in their skill set but more prone to apprehension and elimination. Think of us like Bounty Hunters while Scouts are trackers and protectors. Hunters are the elite of the elite and we are the only pack that has them.” He explained, his confidence and hubris apparent when he spoke of them. I raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly, impressed but still suspicious of the wolf in question. There was just something about him that didn’t sit right with me.

This brother of mine is really excited about what might happen today, huh? "Good luck," Arnal said and patted my shoulder. "I heard that the two hunters from the region five that you will encounter today are also S rank hunters." Blake laughed softly. "If you only knew how strong those two are, Arnal," he said while pointing us. "Are you underestimating my brother and me?" Aikee asked Arnal. Arnal just shrugged causing Aikee to laugh softly. "Watch and learn," he said smiling before going next to me.

This sentiment is quite understandable, as their lineage lacks werewolf genes, unlike the Valentines and the other retired families known as true-blood hunters. These true-blood hunters possess the coveted werewolf genes that set them apart. In contrast, families like The McKnights and the current hunters within the bureau fall into the category of Lesser Hunters. These Lesser Hunters were once fully human but have acquired supernatural abilities, somewhat akin to those of the true-bloods, through the use of Talismans. While they may not match the true-bloods in strength, they still manage to get the job done.

The furious craze was burning my chest and the only way I believed in this moment would ease it, was to kill as many hunters as I could. I smashed them down to the floor, kicked them hard in their chests, crushing their ribs. As another tried to raise his arrow, I tore it out of his bow and slammed it into him, then quickly removing it, I did the same to others, jabbing it into one chest then into another, watching them all fall at my feet as I made my way through, distinguishing their number.