My S Rank Hunter 소설 & 이야기

"Mission success!?" "Yes, its clear she used the compelling powers of a vampire to make you forget she bit you" Danté groaned, there she goes, thrown to the fucking sharks, something he could admit to himself he didn't want. "What does that mean for me?" "A rank to hunter of course, but first you need to pass a silver test" "Of course, and the girl?" "A classed hunter is on the way as we speak, he's going to meet you soon" "Very well"

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

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.

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.

The sigil on his tattooed arms made me realize who he was. A rogue Moon Hunter. He was an exiled agent that hunts hybrids down for bounty. My heart skipped as he was here for me, for my baby. All of a sudden, the hunter slammed the brakes, crashing into us, and the truck shook, spinning into a side alley. The truck crashed into a metal bin, making me yell. Blood trailed down my temple and before I could turn, Maverick was down the truck, grabbing an iron pole as he attacked the Moon Hunter who also defended.

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.