My S Class Hunters Novels & Stories

I said to Damien. “What was what?” He replied. I recognized that sound, it was a compound silencer. A tool The Academy gave us. It was specifically ingrained not to be able to be picked up by a Vampires super sensitive hearing. A lot of Hunters used them, I even had before.

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.

He unlocked the gun case and gestured inside. “Pick. Ladies first, gentlemen.” A shiver ran down my spine as his husky voice washed over me. I grabbed a rifle, not even caring which one it was in my hurry to get away from the tantalizing scent the man wore. I deposited my bag inside of the gun safe and walked out of the hall. I was determined to put as much distance between me and them as I could. We normally hunted in groups, but my father had taught me well enough that I could take down a deer by myself. Getting it back to town, on the other hand, would require the men. Fuck.

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.”

Pioneer Square saw three weeks' worth of mangled bodies, each one ripped apart with the brutal accuracy that only a wolf who had lost all humanity could possess. I clenched my fingers over my customized Glock's silver-core rounds. The conventional silver weapons, such as blessed swords, ancient artifacts, and ceremonial nonsense that were impressive but took too long to deploy, were preferred by the majority of hunters. I discovered the hard way that you need something that functions faster than pretty when you're up against a two-hundred-pound killing machine with superhuman power and speed.

Then he unlocked the safe and Elaine and I took out the rifles and laid them at the firing positions. The guns we use are just small-caliber target rifles, bolt-action, with traditional iron sights (no scopes). They would be almost useless for hunting anything bigger than a possum, but they are fun, well-maintained, and extremely accurate. If you miss your target at Camp Dickinger, it is not the gun's fault.

Snipers mind-link: yes Luna. Luna Paulina mind-link to pack: remember, we do not fire unless they fire first. Then take out only those that act against us. Snipers mind-link: yes Luna. The hunters grabbed their gear from the rear of the SUV and the bed of the trucks. After loading their rifles, they put grenades in their belts, grabbed four gas cans, and two flame throwers, and began the hike toward the pack house. Conversation went on between the hunters as they walked. Ike was at the front of the group and turned around to address them all, “lock and load folks. Time for some target practice. Remember that every wolf you kill, the boss will pay you for.”

Isaac complained as he kept guiding the citizens. "There are a lot of strong Hunters here. We probably can hold them off for a while until backup arrives." Mira said while noticing the tags of the Hunters nearby. A lot of them were yellow and green which showed Seasoned and Experienced rank. Some were even white for Veteran rank. There was also one or two bronze which signified Champion ranked Hunters. "Those giant snakes might still be a problem." Apoel said. "I feel like I've seen them somewhere. Hey, don't push!" Lawen yelled at a guy who just pushed through the line of people.