Sabertooth Guild Novels & Stories

The moment he finished his speech, the men cheered and rose to their feet, all seventeen of them, including the High Commander, their voices booming as they chanted, WE ARE THE HUNTERS, WE ARE THE GUILD. WE ARE GOD'S JUDGEMENT, WE ARE THE GUILD. WE DON'T GIVE IN OR FAINT, WE ARE THE GUILD. WE STRIKE WITH IRON, HOT AND FIERCE, FIRE AND VENGEANCE ON ALL CREATURES OF THE NIGHT. WE STRIKE WITH SILVER, COLD AND FROST, FIRE AND DEATH ON ALL CREATURES BREATHING FRIGHT.

Falling Stardust products were in such outrageous demand that they had to triple the workforce and triple the prices to try to ease some pressure off their backs. Other guilds were upset about the speed at which these upstarts were growing. Becoming the talk of the town and turning away thousands of applicants like they were special. The island was attacked three times in the past year, the most recent was last month by a hunting guild called the Ravid Wolf Pack. They were around 3,000 members and they knew Falling Stardust had only 400 combat mages and most of them were out hunting.

I began, “I guess I should start at the beginning. Luke and I went to Florida with Prince Aidinth, Princess Chloe, and King Mateo to help with one of her projects to help improve relations with the human population and to do an anti-poaching event. While we were staying with Alpha Blaise and Luna Zendaya, there was a rogue attack. After taking a couple of them prisoner and killing the rest, we interrogated them. We found out that they were sent by a group of hunters… not poachers… supernatural hunters. We found out that four of them went to a bar in town. We bugged the booth they always sat in and us ladies got dressed up and went to the bar ourselves. We were able to get a lot of informatio

These connections were revered, treated with respect, with sanctity. It wasn’t long before The Soulmate Covenant founds its way to the Mountain and to a little village at its peak, the Mountaine Village. This one village, tucked away into the mountainside, was being fought over by two distinct clans, the Mountain Saloon Pack and the Sisters of the Path. A war between wolves and witches. The fighting had reached unforeseen heights, leaving the town in a constant state of battle. No one… not even I could have fathomed the amount of disrespect these two clans had for The Covenant. This story is theirs.

One was a woman with the weathered look of someone who had spent years in difficult terrain and had made her peace with what that did to her face. The other was a broad man with a scar across his jaw and the specific stillness of someone who had learned early that stillness was the most efficient way to evaluate a situation before committing to a position on it. Their names were Sable and Torven. They had been riding for the order for eleven and fourteen years respectively. They sat at the great hall table, and Dorian laid his books out and explained the covenant's original structure with the calm precision of a man who had spent twenty years reading and

said Tera. "What was that… Forgotten Winter the lord was talking about earlier?" Tera took a pause from his walk, then turned his head. "You have not known anything about them at all?" Arth shook his head. The grand knight pinched his lips before pointing a finger at a cemented wall ahead. Two, wanted posters had been attached, showing one face each. “The Forgotten Winter is the famous rebel guild hiding in secret. They’ve been terrorizing cities and the capital for years, mercilessly targeting the high ranking executives and upper class men," said Tera.

“Just a few more trails. We’re close.” Despite his exhaustion, Kael felt tightness in his chest—a bit of anxiety. He never knew what kind of criminals he would meet later. Serial killers? Human butchers? Or maybe some crazy witches that do curses to their targets? He had not known anything about this… Forgotten Winter guild. Robert would not even say a word about it. “Tell me… how’s life being a rebel?” Kael tried to be subtle enough to gain information about the guild beforehand.

[GIGATRON (Guild Leader: Dennis Zepher)] [Strongest guild in the server recruiting! I'm already Lv.3 with Autonomous Driving unlocked! Now seeking players with heavy trucks, tanks, helicopters, and rockets! Join and get free fuel and female slaves! Our goal: build the first mobile city! Elites only—scrubs need not apply!] [ROSE SOCIETY] [Female-only guild. Sisters, men can't be trusted. We arm ourselves! This is the last safe haven in the apocalypse!] [IRONCLAD INDUSTRIES]

"He's one of them." Sethlzaar shook his head. "No. The finil guild uses a blue spiraled snake. I've seen it." "That's for the full-fledged." Sethlzaar paused. "Full-fledged?" "Those designed to be the faces of the guild," Saelin answered. "People like him require something less obvious but good enough to show as identification should it be needed."

Shaking his head in resignation, Xenon started reminiscing the brotherhood they established years ago. The guild, was composed of nine people. Eight princes of the Veldt and the temple master’s son. The group main goal is to spread peace to the whole middle realm as the other nations are trying to sabotage and reign to the highest domain of the circle, the Middle Earth Kingdom of Cypherus.