My S Class Hunters Novels & Stories

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.

** Harlan bellowed. Behind them, Mack stood waist-deep in the rushing water, a compact, tripod-mounted heavy machine gun braced against his shoulder. The first hounds burst from the trees—massive, sleek German Shepherds, muzzles frothing, eyes fixed on the van. Behind them, black-clad hunters fanned out, rifles raised. **“COME ON, YOU MUTTS!”** Mack roared. He opened fire.

Hastings said. Mark put the gun on the table and walked over to the other where David was checking the rifles. Took a 7.62mm M110 SASS, checked the scope and magazine. “It’s my favorite,” he said. “I was a sniper in the navy seals, and for me this is the best of the semi automats. I also really liked using the M39, and from time to time the M14, even though it’s in limited use and is a bit old.”

His chocolate brown wolf tore into the nearest hunter, claws raking through flesh before his fangs snapped around the man’s throat. I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed the nearest hunter weapon I could find—a gun. Loaded with silver rounds tipped with wolfsbane, I needed to be careful who I shot. I committed the image of Finn, Clarence, Dean, Rhys, and Bishop’s wolves to memory so I wouldn’t cause a friendly fire in battle.

After giving Gabriel a few directions to one of my contacts to get the gears he pulled into a side alley near a rundown building. "Wait here," I said, jumping out of the SUV. I got my gear quickly. Silver-tipped spears. Blessed daggers. Wolfsbane grenades. Everything a hunter needed to survive a slaughter. I grabbed twin daggers, a set of lightweight throwing knives, and loaded a silver pistol, strapping it to my thigh. Back to the car "You ready?" he asked. I nodded once, my heart hardening in my chest. "Let's end this." The Silver Order headquarters loomed ahead. smoke billowed into the sky, black and thick. Screams tore through the air, chilling and real.

Calvin didn't even get time to hold Ethlyn when he saw a lot of bullets in their direction. He let out a loud and painful growl so that other wolves of his pack could assemble there as soon as possible. Hunters were using silencers in the gun because of which no one couldn't see what was coming next. Moreover, they were also trained hunters, not just mere humans against supernatural creatures.

" The hunters are not going to attack now; they are waiting for other families to arrive. You have to act like you are a part of the hunters and that you are with them" Before I could argue he continued. "This is our only chance. We have to make them believe that we are with them. Behind their backs we have to rescue the animals". " Morgans are coming this year". Morgans are the second most powerful hunter family. They are ruthless. They never think twice to kill any creatures. Unlike other hunters Morgans have blue eyes. Their eyes were of different shades of blue. My mind went back to the shadowed figure. Why do I feel like this is all related?