Novel & Cerita My S Rank Hunter

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

he asked with a smile, as if excited for his next adventure. “This is just great,” Ridge said sarcastically as he put his backpack on his back and started walking towards us. “What’s an Executioner?” I asked softly to Shaun next to me. “They are the top ten Hunters of the Association. That number on his body means that he is the third of ten Executioners.” A feral grin escaped his lips. “And those lots are really a major pain in the ass.” I never doubted him and we followed them as we started our trail. I wanted to punch Cliff's face as he started calling me.

’ Hunter mind-links me; all I say is ‘fine. “Alpha Mars! Beta Hunter, Beta Artemis, and Head Warrior Gregory. Glad you are here.” Alpha Radar shakes everyone’s hands except Alissa’s since she has no rank. “Alpha Radar, Beta Leon, Gamma Alex, Ladies.” I nod at them but leave my face as stony as a rock. Fuck I guess I will let Hunter win this time. “Glad to be here.” The words leave a rotten taste on my tongue, but I can see Hunter out of the corner of my eye smiling at me for being such a good boy. ‘Fuck off,’ I mind-link him.

His watchful eyes scan the surroundings, ensuring the safety of their journey. Hunter, adorned with his trusty spear and a dagger tucked into his wrap, takes on the crucial role of scout, swimming at the forefront of the group. His weapon of choice, a sleek and sturdy spear, is poised to strike at a moment's notice, ready to defend against any threats that may emerge. The gleaming blade of his dagger serves as a versatile tool for close-quarters combat or precise underwater tasks.

despite the fact that my analyze skill had already given me more information than anyone could possibly need. "Young master, are you sure you haven't seen a spirit body? Isn't your father, the Duke, an S-rank?" Russel was taken aback. He reasoned that among this group of people, the young master would be the one who would be most knowledgeable about the power of an S-rank. But he knows nothing? How things occurred was beyond his comprehension. I was dumbstruck. I failed to remember that the father of the body I was utilizing was an S-rank. Sigh. This was the disadvantage of using numerous identities. I guess I'd better think of a good reason, then.

He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down. And then there was Aaron. He was the same height as Big Jim but looked like a rake beside him, which was crazy. Aaron was broad shouldered, almost three times me across and well defined, though you could never tell just how much until he had his shirt off. His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder.

My stomach dropped. "What?" He nodded. "I hired investigators to find you after you dared to run from me that morning. It took them a week to find you." Something was slamming hard against my rib cage in a really violent way. I knew what it was. My heart. "I found out who you were—Matteo Leone, a twenty three year old bisexual man, living in your father's house like a prisoner." He leaned forward slightly. "I learned everything about you—your urm... useless family, and your situation within hours of funding you."

"Hello Ms. Michael. I am Hunter knight." She wished for the end of the nightmare in which she was living but only if she knew what kind of demonizing nightmare is waiting for her. _______________________________________

Well shit. I was not expecting all that. The Hunter just verbally spilled his guts and essentially bared his soul in one sitting. And of all the reasons he could be on the run, I hadn’t considered that he killed someone that high up in his guild, least of all his mother.