My S Class Hunters Novels & Stories

Sully stood off to the side of the indoor shooting range, watching Cordelia load her gun. He wasn’t at all surprised at her choice of personal weapon: a Smith & Wesson M&P Shield. Compact and light, it was a popular choice with women with smaller hands... but it had a quick reset triggered by the striker-fired action, so the gun made it possible for multiple rounds to be fired quickly. The gun was sleek and slim – but it was fucking fast and lethal. Sully got the feeling that it was the perfect gun for this tough, sweet woman.

This tent is smaller, and it’s just for the two of us. “How did you know where he would be?” Kaely asks. “I don’t know,” I say. And now that we’re here, I really don’t want to waste time talking about the hunt. We’re still naked from our shift. I’m running my hands all over him, and he’s already hard, no doubt helped along by the exertion of hunting and killing a Moon Caster. Still, he stops me. He holds me away at arm’s length. “You didn’t follow the scent,” he says, his eyes narrowed. “The scent turned to the side, but you went straight on.”

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.

Even though the dagger was pressed so deeply that it had already nicked me, Kerrigan was able to hit the hunter away from me before he could finish the job. I turned back to see the eagle brutalizing the hunter. I had to say that I had suddenly gained a new appreciation for the well trained animals. Orlaith dropped all the loud on his back and charged one of the hunters, the hunter raised his sword in defense but it was pathetically swiped away with little effort. I saw Rowena shoot arrows at one and I wondered where she had gotten her bow from exactly. Phoenix faced another hunter and I could tell that he would easily win.

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.