My S Rank Hunter Novels & Stories

Very well then, I heard that you were looking for some S-rank beasts and I would be delighted to share information regarding them with you. S-rank beasts. It has the power to increase one's supremacy especially to those who have celestial or devil power to the next level. Some say that if one has managed to tame an S-rank, it will forever be loyal to you or if the person who has absorbed the power is too weak, the power itself will consume that person's life force. (How did he get his hands on that? Seems like there's an uninvited fly near me.) 'Nothing comes for free. Such valuable details are wanted among humanity. State your price.'

A quick slash cuts across my bicep, and I jump back. “Aren’t you tired of getting used. Of always being expendable,” I shout. “Don’t try to taint me with your weakness,” he snarls. Our blades meet, crossed high above our heads. The ring of the metal shakes my bones. Rain makes the ground slippers and my footing begins to get unsteady. Kendrick is out for blood and glory. He wants to earn rank by bringing in a traitor. Another hunter joins him, and the battle turns into a two-on-one. I grab a fallen piece of wood, using it as a shield, covering as much of my body as I can manage.

"Investigate? I don't even know what he looks like. How am I supposed to look into him?" Henry rolled his eyes at Ethan. Then, he added, "But I did get some information. The person used to be a member of The Black Ravens. "He is an S-rank assassin. His codename was Shadowhawk."

Backs together, covering angles. "Valentina Corvino." The lead hunter's voice is calm despite watching three teammates die. "Lord Mordaunt wants you alive. Surrender and we'll leave the wolves alone." "Fuck Mordaunt." Valentina throws the holy water vial. It shatters against the hunter's chest. He screams as the blessed liquid burns through his clothes, into his skin. I circle right. Tom goes left. Classic pack tactics. The hunters track us with rifles. Waiting for clear shots.

Those grey, depthless eyes relentlessly try to drag you deep into his dark abyss. Until he paralyzes your mind, until he leaves you defenseless in his mercies, then he's satisfied. He is a perfect replica of his bloodthirsty father, Mark Grant. Why don't I end all of this right now? Kill two snakes with one stone.

"Oh, so I've also been recognized as a rank S? I thought you guys were against it." By now, tens, even hundreds of werewolves had turned into their peak mode. And their eyes all turned to Reinhard. Seeing that, Reinhardt did not let go of the smirk on his face. However, he no longer had the seal given by Damien to hide the aura of his mystical dagger. "Graaaawwrrr!~ ... " Hundreds of werewolves were now charging towards Reinhard. Most of them were C rank, and only a few were B rank. Meanwhile, the B and A rank soldiers focused more on Caskey.

Lukas was done when two people spoke “ I don't agree with her being our Luna” they said in unison “ What your reason” I can see he is trying to control his anger “She’s human.” They spoke in unison and people began t o murmur. “She’s a hunter.” “She’s weak.”

I managed to escape but I was still found. When I finished taking a bath, I immediately went out. Felix came up to me wearing a black tuxedo. He held two swords in both hands. But one is hidden in his bag. Based on how he looks, you wouldn't think he's a S rank hunter. Here in the north, we also have rankings for hunters. But they don't know that thing. Officials are hiding that to prevent conflict in the west. As far as I know, their rank rises based on the number of rouges they kill and of course, their skills. And it looks like this man has a lot of rouges have been killed. What can I expect from the siblings s rank? In simple words, they can help me with my next step.

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.

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.’