Sss Class Revival Hunter Novels & Stories

- Damon Gilbert Brown, Owner of D&D’s, House address - 13 Brown Estate, Office address - 675 Bayview lane- The message read, I just stared at the information I had in my hands, my lips stretched into a small smile, I phone beeped again and it was another message from him, -Loose my number, our business is done- I swiped away from his message and clicked on my contact, I dailed the number I wanted to call and slowly raised my phone to my ear, “Collin, I need your help,” 5:00pm … Collin parked few meters away from D&D’s, he was seated in the driver’s seat and I was seated just beside him, “Who are we waiting for?!” He asked in a whisper slowly turning to look at me, I gently took my eyes off t

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.

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.”

More darts wheeze past me and I try to run in a zigzag manner to confuse them. But for how long can a common omega resist such force? When I come to a crossroad, my legs give out again and a dart finally finds its way into my back. The forest starts to spin and my breathing starts to come out in heavy spurts. I fall, back first to the ground, vision blurring as I see some bear shifters approach. At the lead is Angus. He smiles. “You're a good runner.” The world fades to black. *** The feeling of something wet underneath me wakes me up.

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.

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

He removed his kinesis from her body and could also remove the spell Kyra used. "Will you kill me as your friend did to my friends?" the succubus asked Tyler. "Oh, about that, I change my mind," Tyler said. "Should I thank you for that?" the succubus asked. Tyler chuckled. "Do you know about hunters?" he said. "Like my friend?" The succubus shook her head. She glanced at Kyra, then looked back at Tyler. "I didn't know there was such a person like her here. Do they call themselves a hunter?" Succubus asked.

Her eyes scan the ground to where the baseball bat lies between the two of them. "Oh, I don't need a weapon. Rather, I enjoy getting my hands dirty." Hunter declares, flexing his arm as he cracks his knuckles, making the tattoo of the scythe or a Grimm Reaper's blade twist on his arm in a menacing manner. The woman takes one look at the tattoo before gulping. Hunter takes a challenging step towards her, forcing her to take a step backward. The woman stumbles once more, petrified, as tears begin to slip from her eyes.