My S Class Hunters Novels & Stories

** 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.

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

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.

I have a job to do, to ensure the safety and the health of this small group of hunters. We’re zooming through the trees, behind Kylar and Sasha as they dart ahead. I can’t help but feel a buzz of excitement, a hope that maybe we’ve found something that Silver Stream missed? Josh and Ryan are both good hunters, or they used to be. But what if Kylar and Sasha really are better? Are they just a better team?

“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.

I reply as I keep my eyes trained on the road. "¡Sienna! ¡Deténgase! ¡No tienes adónde ir! Mis hombres están en camino para detenerte. Así que detente ahora, o me veré obligado a matarte." Sienna! Stop! You have nowhere to go! My men are on their way to stop you. So stop now, or I'll be forced to kill you. Hunter shouts through the Bluetooth speaker in his car.