Sss Class Revival Hunter Novels & Stories

Matron Aldar greets us at the foot of the Guild Mountain, as we climb upwards, we’re joined by Ophelia, Leita, and Kiran, along with another young woman who introduces herself as Hunter Prairie. “Hunter will be joining us on our quest,” Kiran gushes. “She’s a protector and an absolute pro at that. Hunter would be of more use than all of us combined when battling against the devil.” Hunter blushes under the compliment. “Please, you’re exaggerating. You’re all powerful in your own ways. But I will do my best to help, Alpha Rexellen.” “Thank you very much,” I say sincerely. “Your assistance will be most appreciated, considering how you are all risking your lives in the name of my mate.”

Chapter 19 Marco’sPOV I jolted awake on the metal reception chair and flitted my eyes to the neon sign above the operating theatre that indicated where Vvissuta had been undergoing surgery for the last ten hours. That was what I had decided to call the unknown woman Sopravvisuta. It means Survivor and only a survivor could had survived that nasty fall from the top of the mountain.

Cass trembled in Evelynn’s arms, her breaths shallow and ragged, like she’d outrun a nightmare and hadn’t fully escaped it. Her skin was cold too cold and Evelynn could feel her pulse stuttering beneath fragile bones. “Cass, what happened?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “They’re coming,” Cass rasped again. “Hunters. I tried to lose them I swear but they’re not normal. They knew where I’d go. They… they want her, Ev. They want you.”

He’s sixteen, cursed with alpha power, and I can feel the shard in his pocket calling to him. “Jerry’s right,” Sasha says, firm. “I’ve seen it work. One of my hunters was in a coma, just like Debby. A bite woke him—made him stronger. We can save her.” “You’re a hunter,” Levin says coldly. “Your kind kills us. Why should I trust you?” “Because I’m trying to make this right!” Sasha fires back. “I messed up, okay? The fake death, the den—I hurt Jerry. But I’m here for him, for Debby. Let me help.”

“No! But I will not kill him! Do-do you not know who his father is?!” Serpent laughed again. “I do not care. You either agree to kill him, or I will kill your new bear lover and leave you here for his pack mates to devour.” The contents of my stomach rose to the surface. “So what do you say, Luna? Will you kill your mate to pay me?”

He signaled for him to come over. Upon hearing that, Nina halted her movements. Her hand had frozen mid-wipe. "Isn't Calvin supposed to be the heir to Prosperous Group? Why is the heir turned into someone who goes by the last name Smith?" It was many people's first time seeing him, but they could tell that the future heir to Prosperous Group had an undeniable, commanding presence. Callum's youthful appearance belied the maturity and authority in his demeanor. I turned a deaf ear to Nina and looked around the room, noting that Calvin was still nowhere to be seen. It seemed like the show was about to kick off.

Elena whispered, her silver blade flashing in the amber light of the enemy fires. From the dark shadows of the ravine trail, twenty black-clad hunters materialized from the fog, their steel plate armor reflecting the eerie, corpse-like glow of the chemical fire. In the center of the line, his silver cloak untouched by the driving sleet, stood Cassian Vale. In his right hand, he carried a long, thin glass vial filled with a silver-veined fluid—the precise extraction compound of the King's blood-smiths.

Cassie told the girls goodnight and went to join the guys up on the deck. "There you are," Nathan said as Cassie approached them. "Sorry I took so long I found out something interesting from Janice." Cassie said. "Oh, and what was that?" Nathan asked as he put his arms around Cassie as they stood by the railing of the ship. Norman and Jacob were standing a short distance away smoking cigars. "Susan is definitely a half blood, and Janice is a shape shifter wolf, your father knew this when he approved of us adopting her." Cassie told them.

For a second I envied her. But envy was useless. Revenge was useful. And revenge required action. I sat down on my bare mattress, pulled out my phone, and opened a new note. Madden Lighter. Natalie Vasquez. Professor Vance. Helena Vance. Myles Clay. Ashley Grant. Six names. Six suspects. And somewhere among them, at least one killer. I stared at the list until my eyes burned, until the letters blurred and swam, until the pain in my side throbbed in time with my heartbeat.

“So, tell me, how is it that a dead woman is dancing in my arms, Dahlia? How are you still alive?” The words, his confession that he had been searching for her, and the intense, searching gaze in his eyes, lit something inside Barbie. Something so raw, almost primal, that the plus-sized assassin almost forgot to breathe. All she wanted to do was pull him into the shadows, to claim those sultry lips and ride out the manic heat in her loins until it was just him and her, and no one else. But Barbara tilted her head back. The action took just a split of a second, but it was enough to shatter the fantasy.