Novel & Cerita My S Class Hunters

"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.

The chauffeur hurried around to hold open the back door for both of us. Alessandro gestured for me to get in first and I stepped into the air-conditioned automobile. He followed behind me, settling in as the chauffeur closed the door shut. My stomach dropped the moment we were alone in the back space. I heard when the chauffeur got in, smoothly pulling away from the chapel. The partition was instantly raised. And I felt cocooned by it and the tinted windows surrounding us. It felt too private. My mind began to race. It was desperately trying to make sense of everything happening at the moment.

Marcus called out. Theo didn't answer. He watched the SUV pull away, the engine purring with a power that didn't sound stock. He knew that mark. He’d seen it in one of Thorne’s old books about the Hunters of the Silver Moon, mercenaries who specialized in finding things that didn't want to be found.

I s⁠to​od up, my j⁠oints protesti⁠ng,‍ and walked⁠ to‍ the window, squinting against th​e glare of the snow. A thi​n ribbon of black smoke was ris⁠ing from the tree‍li‌n‌e ne​ar the valley fl‌oor. ‍"One vehi‌cle?" I asked. "​Two," June corrected,⁠ her e‌yes ne‌v⁠er leaving he​r binocul‌ars. "Old models. Not Thorn‌e’s st‍an​dard tact‌ical SUVs. They’re t​rying to lo⁠ok l⁠ike locals, but hunters d⁠on't drive in tandem with t​heir light​s​ off."

My phone buzzed with a text from Uncle Mateo: "Stay put. Hunters outside. Not just Maison's unit." My stomach clenched. Hunters outside usually meant one thing—someone had picked up a scent they weren't supposed to. I moved to the window and carefully peered through the blinds. Sure enough, three black SUVs had pulled up alongside the diner. Men in tactical gear emerged, their movements precise and coordinated. They weren't carrying visible weapons—they never did in public—but I knew what was concealed beneath their jackets. Silver-tipped ammunition, wolfsbane grenades, and restraints designed to hold even the strongest Alpha.

The only thing left is the weakness she's still feeling. We came down from the truck with me grabbing my lucky axe and my backpack. I tucked my Beretta into my belt and got my axe ready in hand. I saw Austin arming himself with his Kimber Custom TLE II (EM) 1911 pistol and a blade he produced from his backpack. Clara took her katana from the back of the truck and used it to support herself as she walked .

That’s the problem. I find him in the back warehouse. Kael isn’t alone. Through the half-open door, I see crates stacked high, the smell of oil and gunpowder thick. A man I don’t recognize stands opposite him; human, by the stink of him. Pale face, slick hair, expensive suit that doesn’t belong anywhere near our world. Hunters. My stomach twists as Kael cracks open a crate, revealing gleaming rifles. Not just rifles. Modified. UV rounds, silver edges, weapons designed to shred wolves from the inside out.