Star Rank Hunter Novels & Stories

The most frustrating part about this was, Mane seemed to have no idea that he had such a naturally overbearing aura. And he was right- Mane really had no idea. His aura of power was built upon the bodies of the many he had defeated. In the simulation chamber, many had been left in despair by this dark star. This fear lingered around its originator, inducing uneasiness in all who faced him. The aura of a hunter was a stifling one- one that even other predators dreaded.

Untreatable once it passed a certain stage. It described the people who used the blade. I turned back to Xavier. "They're called Shadow Hunters," I said. "They're not wolves. They're an old faction, older than most of the packs on this continent. They don't have sides. They hunt whoever they're paid to hunt, and once they mark a target, the target can't hide. The mark makes them trackable through any ward, any border." I kept my voice level. "Your scouts weren't killed by rogues. They were marked. Probably to send you a message."

Star pulled the hood mask over her face to stop from being recognized and charged ahead, easily slitting the throat of a hunter who was overpowering a younger warrior with a blade she took from Maximus’ collection at the last minute. There were bodies of wolves in fur and skin alike littering the ground and blood seeping from wounds she prayed were mostly superficial, but more so were human bodies belonging to hunters with claw and bite marks marring their fairer skin. Star kept herself low from bullets whizzing around her as she ran into the main battle. Screams of pain and anger were drowned out around me despite the volume, all she cared for was finding Stone. Maximus’ large form crashed

He was giving nothing away. "You will find, my love, that sometimes it is better to live with the anticipation than to find out the truth too early and ruin the excitement of The Hunt," Richard said conspiratorially to Izzy. Her eyes twinkled as she glanced up at her dad with a smile. "Oh, Daddy, I don't really think there is anything in the entire world that could ruin the excitement of my Hunt," she said, laughing as she surveyed the room. She was looking for someone who might catch her eye the way a mate might. She was not making any headway; each face looked the same as the last, and the hall was filled with crowds of people, too many to see at one time. No one stood out to her. She woul

At this point though my girl comes through and brings us back to reality. “Hi, I’m Aria. Who are you?” she asks. “Hey. My name is Kade. What’s your name beautiful?” he says, never taking his eyes off mine. “Cataleya, and I know what you are,” I tell him. I want to get this out of the way while I have my brain back to me for the moment. “I know what you are as well. You’re a hunter…and my mate.”

But how many innocent lives would be lost if we went to war with the hunters? Shaking my head, I reach up and rub the puckered scar where the wound had been. The bullet must have been dipped in wolfsbane as it was taking too long to heal. Even with silver, once it was out of the body, healing took very little time but it had already been a week and the scar bothered me as much as the strange girl standing in the clearing.

“12 out of 21 deer have been killed by this hunter.” Holding my spear, I am trying to catch my breath while paying my whole attention to the keeper. Keepers are the one who has the information of how many kills a hunter has in an hour. “None other than, Raffi of the Ambrose’s!” I saw my father fixing his hunter’s robe while wearing his huge smile. The whole tribe is excited especially the women of which gender I belong to. I started to walk to the wooden stage created by the tribe for this kind of ceremony. Everybody is happy and I hope this will last forever.

The moment the witch left me alone. "Prideful hunters, branding their insignia on every damned thing they own." As she said that with clear disdain, it finally occurred to me with sinking dread that my gun carried the distinctive hunter insignia etched prominently into its side. When I'd aimed at the lizard lady earlier, I'd basically announced loudly who and what I was to everyone watching. How could I possibly make such a rookie mistake? I was better than this. "Fine. I'll go with you." "You didn't have much of a choice, hunter."

She may be lying to find a way to escape. "Is there anything more important?" I ask. "She has... has a tattoo on her left waist... it's angel wings..." I was a bit startled. All werewolves know that an Angel organization specializes in training werewolf hunters in human territory. Each hunter has a tattoo of angel wings on his body. Even though hunters only hunted Rogues that illegally entered human territory, just thinking about those lowly humans who dared to kill my kind always made me hate them. Why is my mate the enemy I hate the most? It's ironic! Is fate toying with me? Just because I thought I didn't need my mate because mates were such a nuisance, did the moon goddess punish me by g

He leads the way up the stairs to the room we were just in with the dead werewolf. He grabbed his notepad from his desk and flickered through the pages when he stops and shows us his drawing. It was a circle with 5 spikes making it look like a star. It kind of looks like a star with a moon inside. It is hard to describe. I don't really know what to make of it. I look at Kristy who is studying the drawing, wondering if she knows what it means. "It's the Hunters mark," she says