My S Class Hunters Novels & Stories

He is standing with his back turned against me, his eyes trained on the other person. I focus on him instead. He looks stunned, his eyes widened, and his lips parted. “That is impossible,” he mutters, shaking his head. “That veil hasn’t been breached in years. Who could have…” “Only one breed,” he drawls. “Hunters.” “Shit!” I didn’t think they were going to figure it out so fast. My breath hitches in my throat when he angles his head a fraction, when everything suddenly stops, as if he can sense me.

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.

I watched for a moment before walking toward my door. As I was shutting it, I heard Elena whisper, “Go get your man, Auntie.” I shook my head. That girl was a disaster walking, and I absolutely adored the organized chaos that was Elena. I quietly crept down the stairs before slipping out the back door and into the forest. I stopped beneath his tree, looking up, scanning the tree for him but not finding him. “I know you’re here, ‘Sprey. I can feel you.” He sighed as he swung himself down out of the tree. “Hey, Scarlett. I was just leaving. I was hunting a squirrel. They’re fast and good to hunt to keep myself fresh and-”

Ramsy boasted. Delta Ramsy mustered little heed to Higgins' pitiful state as the spat to the soon to-be corpse in his wake. Hunters were members of the resistance, who were mostly humans that had their only goal to be liberating their people and domineering the greater mass of carnivorous beast that desired to usurp any attempts they made to establish a system like theirs or breed enough to try. Higgins' life was dangling on a thin thread, his hands laid across the two ends of the baracade by chains anchored to his wrists and a weakened resolve from that death that just insisted on taking its time before truly drawing the life out of him.

I whispered to Allen. "If you don't know, it's called a motivation speech." He responded in the same manner. "Kill me then." I made a gagging sound, causing Allen to stiffle a laugh. "For every chance we get at living our usual daily routine, we need to remember that we are born hunters. And not just any hunter but wolf hunters. We have an obligation to fulfill and it's protecting the world from beasts. From now on, our trainings would be intensified and nobody must be found slacking. Is that clear?" He boomed

Burney took my hand in his as I steadied my breathing. "What did you say his injuries were?" "I didn't," Ronnie said, her voice getting a stony edge to it. He reached through the window and lifted the blanket off Mike. "Mother fu-" I screamed and Burney slammed his weight into me, shielding me from the shots aimed at Ronnie's chest. "Scorchers!" the officer yelled, putting his last two bullets through Mike's head. He sheathed his empty gun, exchanging it for the other as he grabbed Burney's door handle.

The future of the Adio hunters is looking bright indeed. And not just here. Sameer and Muhsin are taking the guild to a new level staying on par with my new values. Hunters are being trained to investigate deeper into situations before assuming the supernatural being is the problem. It’s opening so many new doors.

Or maybe not crazy enough—a kind of cold, logical madness that almost makes sense if you look at it sideways. “You’re not making it through that tunnel,” Amon says, his shadows swirling back, ready for round two. “We’ll stop you.” “Will you?” The Chancellor cocks his head. “You’re strong, shadow manipulator. Stage III, if I’m reading you right. But I’ve been feeding on all this Intent for weeks. I’ve taken powers and memories from dozens of Hunters. I’m Class S now. Do you really think you can stop me?” Class S. That’s the top. The kind of threat they send entire squads for, with heavy gear and backup plans.

The hunters knew that they were getting close. They crept forward, their weapons at the ready, until they caught sight of Tate standing in a clearing, his massive form silhouetted against the moonlit sky. Without hesitation, the hunters opened fire, their silver bullets ripping through the air and striking Tate with deadly force. Tate came to realize at that moment that he had been on a bad path for so long and barely escaped from the hunters. He went back home to his brother, and Marcus gladly allowed him take back his place knowing that he really had changed.

“Knew they’d leave her behind—overconfident little bastards.” I turned to the truck behind me. Inside, a dozen of my finest hunters prepped silently. Suits embedded with scent-diffusing tech, infrared scopes, silencers, and suppressors. Gases strong enough to knock out even an Alpha. Bullets fused with wolfsbane. I even brought something new. I flicked my cigar to the ground, grinding it under my heel. “Okay boys,” I grinned wide, eyes glowing slightly, “Launch the emitters. Drop the suppression field. And… let’s crash the party.”