My S Class Hunters Novels & Stories

“I'm a fucking werewolf hunter now.” Once the other orders are cancelled, they make their way to the only manufacture in the country to make live silver bullets. “You boys are werewolf fantasy writers?” The owner asks as they enter the warehouse. “No, we are police detectives so we can transport this much live ammo,” Huck says, flashing his badge and credentials. “Makes sense, so you doing it for your girls?” The guy chuckles. “And my boyfriend,” Sawyer says, with a smile. “Lucky guy,” One of the box loaders winks at Sawyer.

And then he says, “Good, because we might just kill everyone else who knows. Keep this a secret, huh, and we won’t have a problem.” I understand what the huge guy says again. And as to this, I see how he picks out a gun from the shelf compartment and blows on it with his mouth. “M24 Sniper Weapon System, Serial Number: M24SWS-7489B12. You just need to find the tallest building, place it on the placement, and fire. This beauty here has the capacity to travel longer ranges. Matriarch Alessandra is already dead meat if you use this weapon,” the huge guy says.

"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.'

She didn’t feel a thing. The car was quiet. The trees moved slightly in the breeze. Then.. Voices. Muffled. Male and female. Eleanor’s unmistakable tone—smooth but sharp-edged. Then another voice, older, colder. The more they talked, the more bile rose in my throat. They were Hunters who regarded themselves as The Sledge. The worst kind. Ruthless, strategic, deeply embedded. I’d only heard rumours. Whispers in the underground. Ghost stories passed between operatives who never finished their missions.

The blonde man quickly asked. The white-haired geezer sighed and said coolly, "In the savanna, young hunters are given a pistol, a hunting knife, and a double rifle. The rifle has two triggers which fire separately so that in case you didn't land your first shot, you can double-tap at top speed. "And if you miss your second shot, you would have the pistol for a third. Even if that fails, you can go for a melee attack with the knife… Either way, you're either the hunter or the hunted."

The most important lesson on this hunt is to access your target properly and understand when they are above your capacities so you don't go wasting your precious life to prove a point and still fail at it. The students chuckled as Aaron's face redened. “Proceeding, we have the last, the S-level games,” There was this paleness in her face as she spoke. “They are extremely rare even for upperclassmen. They hunt purely for fun and in groups of two…” a shudder ran through my spine. “They won't just kill you in one blow. They will toy with you, rib you limb by limb for the fun on you. Use you as a freaking board game to compete with each other. To keep it short, you will die a very slow agonizing

I ask, and without even waiting for his reply, I go around the car and open the trunk. A smirk while picking up the double-barrel rifle from among the many other guns. There is something different about old classic guns, which no auto or semi-auto gun weapons can match. "Boss said you would love this," Lorenzo smirks at me as I test the weight and feel of the rifle in my hands. "All silver bullets," Lorenzo answers when I arch an eyebrow, taking a handful of silver bullets. "Those motherfuckers were fully loaded." I grin, looking at all the weapons that we have seized from the hunters.

And even his heartbeat nothing must escape your control Michaël guided me during a hunting lesson improvising in their care We went to hunt a deer, they wanted to teach me the excitement felt during a hunting trip and I admit that it was an exhilarating experience. The old me would have found it boring to shed the blood of a beast who asked for nothing but we never ask the victim for their opinion, the world is like this and now after having lent myself to the game I regret nothing this is why it was with unequivocal assiduity that I pulled the trigger of the 20 caliber Winchester M1200 and it passed through the deer's head to the applause and amazement of my brothers

And she looked fucking hot. My guess was she was practicing shooting. Judging by the case she had, it wasn’t just a hunting rifle— it was an MK14 rifle sniper used. “Whoa!” Zack gushed as if he just received a Christmas gift. He was already hugging Shadow, making my wolf growl. “You shot this?” “Yes.” She smiled. “Wow! That’s awesome. Let me help you.” Zack offered to take the box from her, picking the deer on the ground.

What makes me happier is seeing that the hunters have run out of ammunition and are exhausted. Aurora waves her hand and then blew in their direction. Within seconds, I hear the leader of the hunters giving stern orders. "Everybody, retreat. I say cease the fucking fire. We have run out of ammo and we are exhausted. These creatures do not tire and we have been lied to. They can be killed by neither silver nor the damned wolfsbane! Everyone, to the trucks. We are all getting the hell out of here!"