Sss Class Revival Hunter Novels & Stories

They came in frantic bursts, unlike the coordinated packs she had seen earlier. Whatever intelligence had guided the rooftop assault was gone. These were ordinary feral. Wild. Hungry. Predictable. She dispatched them one after another, each movement drilled into her through years of training. Strike. Step. Turn. Finish. Their bodies disappeared behind her as she continued deeper into the streets. Then "SERA!" The shout echoed through the ruins. A veteran hunter. She stopped. A second whistle answered from another direction. "We found her!" Within moments, hunters emerged from intersecting streets. Jonas reached her first. Relief crossed his face so quickly he couldn't hide it.

Saint lifts his front right leg and bows deeply with his left, breaking eye contact with Kas. “Well, Zeus be damned. They made her their Luna.” Eros walks up breathlessly behind Saint. He takes a couple of steps forward, but stops short when Reaper and Crusher step between him and Kas. “Your Highness Iokaste, my name is Arrow Khe and I’m humbled to be in your presence. It would be my honor if you would allow my family to be of service to you and your pack. This is my associate Suea. You’ll meet his human spirit, Klay Sombun, soon. He is a weretiger who would consider it a privilege to be admitted to your prestigious Blood River Pack Guard.”

’ We leaped out of the way again, avoiding another attacking slash. Two gunshots rang out, and the beast roared. Black blood spurted from its terrifying mouth and ran down its chest. It had been shot right where its heart was, and also in the abdomen. From the smoke and smell of burning flesh, the bullets were made of silver. After a couple of agonizing cries, it fell to the ground, and didn’t get back up. Hurried footsteps came into the alley. We looked to the side and saw two people approaching with guns raised. The woman’s gun was clearly fixed on us. Eva receded into my mind, giving me full control over my body.

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.”

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.

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.