Sss Class Revival Hunter Novels & Stories

I was still met with silence. “Jericho, trust me… I know how this sounds. I really do. A Hunter and a Vampire, I know… But I'm all in, I'm invested in this now. I need to save him. If I can find out who ordered the hit, I could try and convince them to withdraw it. If I can’t, then the contract will be reassigned and it will be war. I will kill anyone who tries to come for him.” I said.

...Sienna POV... This had to be it. The end was near. I could feel it. I was practically begging for my end to come. It had been at least two days since Hunter attacked me and left me here to die. I knew Hunter's reputation. He was the formidable Reaper. People rarely survived his wrath. Rather, he was given the reputation of the Reaper because of his merciless actions toward his victims.

The future of the Adio hunters is looking bright indeed. And not just here. Sameer and Muhsin are taking the guild to a new level staying on par with my new values. Hunters are being trained to investigate deeper into situations before assuming the supernatural being is the problem. It’s opening so many new doors.

she reach unto me a glass. I first swallowed the air on my lungs before drinking from it. She gave me anough space to recall what happen, I'm so confused why I end up here. As I remember, the SSG officers had a special mission to patrol at the forest town, after that, I help them collect fire woods then... It wasn't a dream...? The hunters found me while I was at yhe wilderness, yet I struggle after realizing he'll kill me or use me as a bait—however Casper came. And, what happen that time?

Realizing that the Soul Hunters had been lying in wait for them even in Mr. Bates’s home, Gerald couldn’t help but frown as he sneered, “You Soul Hunters just don’t know when to quit, do you?” “Quit the cr*p and hand over the Phangrottom Talisman already! Your only other option is to receive a one-way ticket to hell!” warned the grey Soul Hunter in a frigid tone. Once he retrieved the Phangrottom Talisman, then their mission would surely end in success!

“Maybe Gretta can help you though. She’s good with potions and spells. Maybe she can make one that can restore your memories.” “That would be wonderful,” I say. I hold onto hope as we talk and walk to Gretta’s house. And there’s something about it that makes me feel like I’ve found the answers I’m searching for. Kara knocks, then goes inside before Gretta answers. She’s clearly comfortable here. Gretta walks over when she sees us. “A guest!” she says. “I always love welcoming guests. Who is this?” “Her name is Sasha,” Kara says. “I told you about her. She’s the one who saved me.”

Luna’s gaze snapped toward him. A second later— Movement. Too fast for ordinary wolves. A black-clad figure burst from the trees straight toward them. Knife raised. Alexander caught the attacker mid-lunge by the throat. The impact cracked the surrounding earth. The assassin choked violently, boots kicking above the ground. And Luna saw it immediately. Silver tattoo behind the ear. Revenant. Her expression went cold. “Alive,” she ordered. Alexander’s fingers tightened anyway. The assassin’s neck creaked dangerously. “Alexander.” His eyes flicked toward her. Slowly— he loosened his grip enough for the man to breathe.

My body is mine. I inhale. On the exhale, I move. I snap forward and headbutt him so hard the back of his skull explodes outward. His body flies back, crashing into the two behind him. He’ll regenerate—fast. Before they can recover, I grab the linens and run. Getting them away from the villagers comes first. I sprint toward the boulders beyond the outskirts, lungs burning. I duck behind one large enough to shield me and suck in air. I’ve never fought a hunter before. Let alone three.

He knew exactly how to manipulate the visual optics of the situation for the royal guards watching us from the doorway. I looked like a traumatized girl covered in dark soot and fresh blood, while he looked like a peaceful servant of the Moon Goddess offering his prayers in the dark. "I have never spoken to an assassin in my entire life," Kaspar sobbed, making his voice shake with artificial terror. "I have dedicated my soul to the Goddess and the prosperity of your crown, Your Majesty." Heavy leather boots thudded against the marble floor as Ajax slowly marched down the center aisle. He held his ruined hands up in a placating gesture, but his heavy Alpha aura flooded the room and suffocated