Sabertooth Guild Novels & Stories

Not that I’d rule out the former. Not all hunters work for the guild and, therefore, The Mythical Alliance. American hunters, especially, were notorious for not working well with others and disliking the idea of there being ‘good’ supernatural beings. Numerous hunters refused to work with the guild and now TMA because it meant working with the paranormal to protect everyone, including the clueless humans. A noob hunter could easily mess up staking a vamp or could’ve hit his ribs during a fight. “Who are you, and what are you doing in Silverclaw territory?” I demanded, pointing my penlight at his face.

It was a slaughter. The perfectly logical ships of the Guild were designed to fight other disciplined fleets, to counter magic with anti-magic, and to counter lasers with shields. They had zero protocols for three hundred demigod-wolves who used anti-gravity boots to literally kick their ships into each other, tearing through armor with bare claws and raw, unadulterated Alpha rage. Caleb was at the vanguard, a devastating force of nature. He didn't target the fighters. He set his sights on the largest dreadnought-cube in the formation. He fired his thrusters, accelerating to a fraction of light-speed, becoming a spear of molten gold energy.

With boundless wealth at home, she could rival a small country. This explained why the Moon Shadow Guild was the wealthiest guild in "Wild Valley World." Their wealth was unimaginable, surpassing even national banks. However, Sebastian couldn't remember the Moon Shadow Guild. It probably existed briefly in "Wild Valley World." It seemed the guild disbanded after only two years, and Sebastian didn't know the specific reasons.

Yelena tells me. She makes a great point, and I will contact Ghaazi. I need to be very careful and make sure that I keep under the radar. Ghaazi isn’t the only one looking for Yelena and me. The two of us are hunters, but we are not normal hunters of the supernatural. While normal hunters are humans with special talents, a very special sect of hunters keeps the peace between everyone, humans and supernaturals included. We were part of that until we defected and went our way. We can take over our guild if I can find Kynessie’s heart. Our old guild is one of a kind. The guild is made up of both humans and different supernatural species. They deal with anyone who is causing a problem,

The stench of Abir's brief reign remains but the early morning breeze is already washing it out. We have formed an impromptu council with Abir bound and guarded by some of the brave Omega's who fought with me. His wounds have been treated as well as possible. The council consists of three roughly equally sized groups. I think of them as Old and New (as in ideas not ages) and Undecided. On the Old side: Alpha Sera of the Earthwolves stands chin defiantly raised next to Alpha Ciel of the Airwolves. They don't hold hands but they stand close enough that they look they they could or should be.

He was a repository of the pack’s history and traditions, a steadfast voice of reason and moderation. The final decision was reached through a series of discussions and deliberations. There were passionate arguments and moments of intense debate, but ultimately, the pack reached a consensus. They chose not a single Alpha, but a triumvirate – Liam, Elara, and Kaelen. This decision reflected the evolving nature of Silvermoon’s leadership, embracing a collaborative model that mirrored the success of the council. Liam’s strategic acumen would guide their hunting and defense efforts. Elara’s insights into the Shadow Syndicate would aid in preventing future conflicts. And Theron’s wisdom and knowl

He went to the same place that I told him she would stay here to find her missing! He went crazy to howl at the top of his voice, as if he was screaming! He calls her with pain in his soul "Here," he heard a voice behind him turning around and saw nothing but his comrade who was fainting on the ground " I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you," he shouted, talking to both of them across the guild To run, they attacked them, and his anger had controlled him He was strongly repelled by a wolf to snarl Mars and cut his neck immediately without any hesitation

I gulped hard, “You think all of them are—- “Every single last one of them bastards.” He spat on the ground, “They killed my wife, ripped her whole. They’ve slaughtered villages, mutilated bloodlines, tainted households with their taboo blood. I thought we’ve gotten rid of every last one of them.” “The Hunter’s guild is spread all over the world.” Sebastian chipped in when he returned minutes later, he handed me a bowl of porridge, “We communicate with each other when we can. We also help whenever a brother is in need of backup. All in all, I’m glad you’ve brought notice to a pack living in these parts. We can do what needs to be done.”

He knew exactly what caused it. The Steelclaw Guild had been expanding in recent years and Siberian lived a dangerous life, placing himself in between life and death constantly, which honed his skills even more. Leron, however, retired as a pirate and became a dog for Casius. He lived a rather comfortable life, which resulted in his skills being rusty. “Siberian? Steelclaw Guild, two dead…” Kaze suddenly paused and quickly rearranged his words before explaining, “I know four of them are dead and they are nothing to be afraid of; South Stormborn is quite strong but within acceptable range.

"Shadow Demon Shrine?" The woman's brow creased for a moment, but she quickly dropped the subject. She then turned to Sabertooth and observed, "You and your group have the vibe of soldiers. You're not originally from The Dark World, are you?" "Speaking to our savior," Sabertooth gave a respectful nod, "we were part of the Rackaham Western Region's military before we came here." He was open with the woman who had saved over a hundred of his comrades.