My S Rank Hunter Novels & Stories

The Z clan known as the Scanvengers were known for their ruthlessness though it didn't match that of their Alpha King, Alpha Ryker. Another name used by the Z clan was, the Rippers. They were the clan that had the most ferocious wolves that saw nothing but blood. They were always tasked with the job to kill any time there was going to be a massive death. This meant that for Alpha Ryker to order their appearance, no human was going to be left alive tonight. The humans were going to a taste of what it meant to experience hell on Earth. Beta Alvan thought with a shake of his head as he left the Alpha's side to summon the Z clan.

Maya turned to us and I looked down at her tag. Maya Rivera. Rank 6. Strength: 4/10. My eyes narrowed as I raised a brow. Rank? “What’s the ranking system here?” I suddenly asked, cutting her shirt as she spoke and Lila followed my eyes and spotted her tag. “Oh. It’s our pack hierarchy. Every wolf in Ravencrest is ranked based on your status and their role.” She explained. Rank 6? Did that mean that was low? “Yeah I know, not really impressive.” She chuckled in embarrassment before she started walking and we followed behind.

Hunting me isn’t going to be like hunting a Moon Caster who’s been languishing in chains for months. Still, I can’t help picturing Kaely as he killed our Moon Caster—the glee he took in it, the blood on his lips and teeth. Will he be the same when he tears my throat out? Will he even feel a moment’s remorse? Probably not. He really believes what he said about me being a Moon Caster. And if I thought he was a Moon Caster, I would hunt him down and kill him with no remorse. I wouldn’t care that he was Kaely, the hottest guy in our pack, the only one I’ve ever really dreamed of mating with.

one Alpha began but was interrupted. "Whatever rank I hold today, I have worked hard to attain it. I don’t do this for accolades. Regardless of my rank, when I know something is wrong, I make it my duty to correct it. That’s my principle. I am not seeking permission to reopen the case. As an officer, I have the right to investigate cases as I see fit. I’m informing you about this so you’re aware of what’s happening. In case you choose to keep your eyes shut to the truth," Hunter interjected firmly.

He stared at me for a few more seconds before he finally decided to talk. “What are you going to do with me?” The hunter asked in the same fearful voice. I sneered at him. Why was this hunter so fearful? I knew that I caught him, but shouldn’t he at least have a little backbone? I looked down and noticed the badge on his chest. I spotted a badge similar to what Phoenix had shown me in the cave. But unlike Phoenix’s badge, this one only had a single star on it. I remembered what Phoenix said. A one star invocate.

I take a step, focusing on getting to the pack house where my fate will be decided, when I feel someone cock a gun behind me. “Halt!” My heart flips. That voice. It isn’t the first I was expecting to hear. A thick lump gathers in my throat, and my hands raise above my head as he commanded. I close my eyes as his footsteps begin to echo behind me, making my pulse race erratically. He stands before me, and I raise my head and meet his smoky green eyes. Hunter. The son of Alpha Moon’s third Luna. The strong warrior and biker who handles the pack’s security affairs.

It would be weird if she knew I was especially interested in her. "Yes, Sir!" Serena constantly nodded. 'You are ashamed, right?' Ryan sarcastically me. I wanted to look inside to see Aliyah, but the feeling of shyness made me turn to leave. I don't want to admit I am interested in Aliyah. I cannot accept my mate as a human being; more important, she is a hunter, enemies of werewolves. If, in the future, I become Alpha, how can a hunter like her become Luna of the Blood Moon pack? Maybe even because of her, I can't become Alpha. Mate being a hunter, is the werewolf's greatest disgrace.

“Pack rank and route.” “Delta, Night Howlers, sir.” He raises an eyebrow and jots down Morgan’s information before moving on to me. “Name.” “Zahra Larkin, sir.” His eyes flicker up to my face as he scans me. “Age.” “17, sir.” He pauses his scanning, eyebrows raised, and I see several heads in the room swivel to me. I cringe internally. “Pack rank and route.” “Beta, Night Howlers, sir.”

Hunters may work solo or in the squad. Solo: Solo hunters may only go on D-Ranked missions or C-Ranked mission. There can be few exceptions. Squad: Squad members may go on any ranked mission except S ranked after having three or more members. Eligibility for S ranked mission will be determined by the Corps depending on their teamwork and efficiency of their abilities. There can be a few exceptions. All are eligible to join the association regardless of their origin as long as they don't break the national laws after being accepted as a member.

They stopped before me, the engines coming off one after the other. Henrique Crimson Sparrow took off his helmet, his short strawberry blonde visible under the full moon's light. He had a scar running down his chin. He smiled, stepping off his bike. “You nuts have a death wish, Xavier? Coming here alone?” I smiled back, a cold smile devoid of any humor. “Who says I’m alone?” Henrique Crimson Sparrow looked confused, and looked around the space. Henrique followed my movements with his eyes. Then, the forest came to life.