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 man mumbled with a hoarse voice, bringing his head down and looking sideways to continue making his list — something he was doing before she showed up. "El Depredador, Sobek Special, Double Clutch sniper guns, El Rubi and Ciervo Macho shutguns as well. I'm hoping you'd have the aforementioned here tonight." She gruffed, dropping a cheque on the table before him. He lifted up his head slowly to take a closer look at her as she drew near to him with those words coming out from a young teenager's lips.

He swung the axe again and brought it down on the logs, splitting them with the force of his powerful blow. A Nosler M48 TGR 2010A, he reflected absently as he paused to wipe the sweat from his face and arms. As always, he had discarded the jacket, and he was bare-chested as he worked. One of the best hunting rifles, one that he had also examined a long time ago when he had been doing business with a Texan dealer.

Once inside, Hunter reversed the car sharply, speeding away from the scene. As they passed the motorcycles and cars belonging to Giovanni’s men, Hunter brought the car to a brief stop. He aimed his gun and fired at two of the motorcycles, hitting their fuel tanks. The bikes exploded instantly, the flames spreading to a nearby car, which also erupted in a fiery blast. Satisfied with the destruction, Hunter hit the gas, driving them away from the chaos.

Beta Luke mentioned. “Alright. The spy I sent to scout out those hunters is back,” Grayson said. “Okay, so what information does he have about them?” Beta Luke inquired. “He said they are currently camping in that region and they have lots of lethal weapons like guns, jackals, shuriken, daggers, and lots of bullets,” Grayson explained. “Hell no! No wonder they leave devastation in its wake anywhere they went to. All those weapons are fatal to our kind,” Beta Luke exclaimed.

The time was now 1:14pm and she could make out some movement at the glass door which opened as two huge Japanese men in black suits walked out, followed by another of average height behind them. She moved her sniper slowly to the right as the men made their way across the parking lot to their black sedan. Looking through the scope of the magnified glass attached to her weapon, she held her breath as the chest of one of her target’s bodyguards appeared on the crisscross mark, which was immediately followed by the bald head of the yakuza boss.

“And all the weapons Senko and Shayna fashioned along with the knowledge of how to make more.” “Wait what?” Lyric says from the back of the room. “We need that technology; those weapons are the only things that can kill the hellhounds and other monsters. Not to mention the dark army.” “Those weapons and the changelings, Rhett’s new hunters.” Oliver smiles coyly. “Fuck.” Mike curses, his eyes returning to normal and his fists uncurling.

She said, trying to remember the vague of memory, “I'm hunting-” “The hell misty!” “My lady should let me finish my words please?” She giggled, kinda amuse. “And what's wrong hunting if it's for the love of my life?” “How can hunting be related to love, Misty?” My mind spun to the idea, given a destructive results if relates the act to love. She shiver, and somehow a thing last night came to her mind. She murmured, “So if ever, I was hunt... for love?” Misty's eyes widened. “Are you being hunt, my lady?”

But how many innocent lives would be lost if we went to war with the hunters? Shaking my head, I reach up and rub the puckered scar where the wound had been. The bullet must have been dipped in wolfsbane as it was taking too long to heal. Even with silver, once it was out of the body, healing took very little time but it had already been a week and the scar bothered me as much as the strange girl standing in the clearing.

of his suit, it only made the red bluish little dots stood out more. His brown italic shoes perfectly polished and everything looked perfect on him. The suit was tight around his shoulders and torso, emphasizing his long legs and strong arms. I cleared my throat, "Uh..." He smirked cockily, running his hair through his after fuck and wet hair. "I looked hot I know." "Well, hot is how to put it nicely, I'll say 'fuck me twice on Tuesdays' if it's not because you're running late." I mumbled as I turned back slowly to face the interesting wall, but I guess he heard me because he laughed. His hand came around my waist as he guided me with him. "Come on, before I take you on that offer and we