My S Rank Hunter 소설 & 이야기

"Screw this." I looked over at Burney, horrified to see him running at Stan. He threw his weight into the Taken's back, knocking him forward. Stan shrieked from the surprise attack and Mike grunted, landing pinned beneath the Taken Scorcher. I turned from the three man pile and reefed the gun free of Ronnie's stiff fingers. "Burney!" He'd separated himself from the other two and was standing over them, poised to strike with Stan's makeshift stake. "You can't kill him that way," I yelled, throwing him the gun, "It'll send the shade bolting to someone else!"

EIGHT MONTHS AGO Kimberly shivered slightly as the harsh cold wind blew relentlessly, but she continued following in the footsteps of the Afghanistan local who acted as their guide through the mountains to their rendezvous point. Behind her was sergeant Oscar, her closest friend in her unit who was also a sniper. “Are you getting tired?” She teased him. “Hell no.” The Texan replied with his southern drawl. Kimberly was not finding it easy herself. Hiking at a fast pace while carrying full military gear on a steep terrain for over four hours was not a small feat.

After having witnessed the death of his own father, he felt like he'd been plunged into the depths of despair. "A divine ability?" Harrick exclaimed in shock, his footsteps coming to an abrupt halt. "Only an S-ranked expert or stronger can use a divine ability! Damn it! Why didn't you guys tell me that Ashton is an S-ranked expert? Do you know what happens when you cross an S-ranked expert?" Harrick was filled with regret. He was only an A-ranked expert himself! He'd die if an S-ranked expert came after him! "Let's go!" Coming to a swift decision, he grabbed Trent and made a run for it. He didn't dare to go up against the murderous Ashton.

The beta is usually a relative of the alpha. ‘Directly below the beta is what’s called a gamma. They are the best warrior a sleuth has. The gamma stands alone. There is not a gamma sow or a gamma boar. They train the sleuth and protect them. They are who the alpha sends when they need someone hunted down or interrogated. Everyone else is just known by their names and holds no title. They follow the alpha without hesitancy or defiance.’

On the pink home page, all the other women's photos had disappeared. Only my photo remained, hanging alone in the center, locked onto by a huge, bloody red "Hunting" icon. Below it was a new line in bold black text. [Exclusive Hunting Mode activated.] The target of the new Quest was simple and crude. [At the public lecture three days from now, get Sinead soaked in front of everyone.] [Quest Reward, two thousand dollars.] The words "soaked" had been written in red, loaded with insult and innuendo.

Ronan asked. The man flinched, just slightly, but it was enough. I saw it in his eyes—the moment he knew we’d caught on. I bent down, grabbing his hand and turning it to the side, exposing the faint mark etched into his skin. My growl rumbled in my throat. "He's a hunter." "Fuck," he hissed, the rope snapping as his claws swiped through the air where I’d just been. He bolted, but he wasn’t fast enough.

But a certain someone can’t seem to understand the situation. “What do you feel about being a licensed hunter, Urrie?” “Oh, is it okay for me to call you Urrie?” “You know, when I first tried to get evaluated I was very nervous of what type of hunter I would be and what would be my rank. I thought I was going to be a fighter type of hunter but I was so disappointed when they told be I was a healer type—” Sasha was cut off by Jina. When Sasha looked at the latter, she flinched because of the vein popping from her forehead.

CHAPTER THREE HUNTER’S POV Nightfall approached quicker than I had anticipated and from where I sat peeling a tangerine while watching crackles of the open fire I’d built outside the house; I couldn’t help but think about her rather beguiling yet strange and dangerous predicament. It was almost suicidal. My eyes involuntarily settled on her face across the fire. The flames caressed her face and once again, I found myself clawed with a certain hunger. Fuck! She was not mine and I knew better than to cross that damn alpha. She had her knees drawn up against her, hugging them while staring into the flames, a distant look in the green of her eyes. Maddison Brown was known among all the wolf pack

One day he decided to walk into the woods and no one has ever seen him since. My name is Lucas Harrison. I am considered the best tracker and hunter in the town. Not only animals but also Paranormal beings. All-day and all night, people in our town searched, lighting the way with flashlights and lanterns. Searching with dogs and carrying shotguns. It all seemed like a horror movie waiting to happen.

Larice slowed down as she gazed at the ranks of hunters based on the number of Dragonites they had collected. Those who had slain a single dragon were ranked as Slayers. They could reach the rank of Crusade Hunters if they collected at least ten Dragonites. Grand Hunters like Arien Homeli had slain over twenty-five dragons. Higher to them were the Archon Hunters—talented experts who had defeated more than fifty dragons. And lastly, above all were the Master Hunters; the highest rank in Shavath who had collected over a hundred Dragonites. Currently, Shavath held no Master Hunters. The last one, Gariffon the Dominator, had died of age a couple of years ago, so all responsibilities fell to the