My S Class Hunters Novels & Stories

I have a job to do, to ensure the safety and the health of this small group of hunters. We’re zooming through the trees, behind Kylar and Sasha as they dart ahead. I can’t help but feel a buzz of excitement, a hope that maybe we’ve found something that Silver Stream missed? Josh and Ryan are both good hunters, or they used to be. But what if Kylar and Sasha really are better? Are they just a better team?

But what if he is here to join the others in capturing us? I look at the cars carefully to see if they give away a hunter vibe, but I don’t even know what I’m looking for. Both cars seem to be city SUVs that weren’t built for dirt roads. Family stickers adorn the back window, and sötétítő on the rear windows with cartoon characters. I sigh, taking it as if they are families on a hike and not hunters.

Covering up the hole with some moss, she dusted off her dress and hurried home, her thoughts of the Hunters exposing her long gone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "They're here! The Hunters have arrived!" The cries of the young boys ran through the whole village, many men and women coming out to see the sight. Liam riding in front, followed by nine other men, all on horseback. On the back of Liam's horse was the dead carcass of a mountain lion, and his quiver held an unusual number of arrows. Instead of the standard twelve like the rest of the men in his party, it held 15, two from the archer who had shot the beast earlier, as well as the arrow aimed to warn him.

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

“12 out of 21 deer have been killed by this hunter.” Holding my spear, I am trying to catch my breath while paying my whole attention to the keeper. Keepers are the one who has the information of how many kills a hunter has in an hour. “None other than, Raffi of the Ambrose’s!” I saw my father fixing his hunter’s robe while wearing his huge smile. The whole tribe is excited especially the women of which gender I belong to. I started to walk to the wooden stage created by the tribe for this kind of ceremony. Everybody is happy and I hope this will last forever.

Izzy asked. “YES!” Kate and Susanna said together before they smield at each other. “Daddy and Marcus take us hunting every fall. It’s one of those bonding trips, we kill a deer or two, we smoke the meat for winter, all of that. Izzy quickly learned that even her pretty smiles wouldn’t get her out of the trip so apparently she decided to try a new tactic,” Kate said, rolling her eyes.

The truck came into view, buried under a layer of snow, and I couldn’t have been happier to see it. “I’ve mindlinked some men to come clean up the mountain,” Marcus said as he brushed snow off the windshield. “With the human dead, the police might come to investigate. “We wouldn’t want massive wolves and bodies scattered around when they do.” Riley climbed into the passenger seat without a word, while Ronan and I slipped into the back. “We already have werewolf hunters on our case,” Marcus continued, pulling the driver’s door open. “We wouldn’t want the damn world hunting us too.”

"I'm going towards Marble hill. Hop in." The drive took 40-45minutes to WHLS, I stepped down and offered a thank you before going into the school. I strode to my locker, bringing out my books and stuff, and quickly pushing them inside my bag. I walked through the hallway leading to the detention class but was pulled into the toilet by strong hands. I yelped out and freed myself immediately. "Stop dragging me in like a dog." I snorted at Cathy. She rolled her eyes. "The hunters have been on my trail.

Next: weapons. Back in his car, he called an old acquaintance, Seamus Lancaster, who ran a private hunting ground on Mt. Barat—hundreds of acres stocked with harmless game for leisure hunters. Seamus had plenty of legal hunting gear like crossbows, compound bows, and air rifles. Cyrus had visited before and had Seamus' number. This time, he asked for bulk and offered extra payment. Seamus, a businessman first, agreed easily. "Mr. Knovell, what do you need so many for? These are for hunting, right? Not hurting people?"

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.