Star Rank Hunter Novels & Stories

I whispered as fidgeted with my fingers "Well don't look so glum I'm here to give you a second chance if your willing to take it, it's your choice" "What do you mean" "I mean you have a choice if you wanna become a hunter, here we are at the hunter institute where we recruit and train people to become hunters to defend threats to the supernatural and human community " I just stared at him as he continued "There are also hunters that are part of an elite group called assassin hunters, they are few but they are the strongest and most powerful of all the hunters , chris here is part of that group", he glanced at chris then back to me "he's a vampire with special abilities one of them being he c

“Yeah. I know you do. I wanted to give him something to fight for.” I kissed his neck. “Thank you. So, what else did she say?” “She said that he loved you…” “Loved? Well, her wording is wrong. He loves me,” I say with confidence. He kissed my cheek. “Tasha, can I ask you something?” “Yeah.” “The night I shot Falcon…. You had a bite on your shoulder. Do you know what that means?” “You mean do I know what marking is? Yes, I do. My father’s journal was very informative. Did she tell you how he was doing?”

Something small, shiny, pinned right over his heart. My blood ran cold. My heart dropped straight into my stomach. The Hunter badge! I know that mark. I know exactly what it means. It means death. It means tracking. It means Darian Cross is not just here — he has people here. He has his hunters walking freely where she lives. “Shit! Shit!” I spun the steering wheel hard, turning the car around in a sharp, dangerous arc. The engine roared as I slammed my foot on the gas, speeding back toward the dormitory as fast as the car could go.

. With my new revelation that I was only another notch on his belt, suddenly I was not too excited anymore, hell if I could I would turn my back and go home instead. What was the use of one night stand if you were only going to get played and dumped? Not even 'Wham Bam thank you Mam.' I waited until he unmounted the bike and helped me down to the ground because it was impossible for me to move with his coat around my body like this, hugging my body like a damned vine. His hands wrapped around my waist and lifted me up from the bike. "Okay... there you go." He set me on the ground. My waist felt warm and all tingly, all I want to do is bury my head in the crook of his neck, wound my arms

I sat back against the metal wall, chest heaving, and touched the stinging skin on my neck. Stars…I was thankful I paid attention to military training. Now that they have my DNA profile. By morning, every hunter on the planet would have it too. I couldn't go back to my room, and I couldn't go back to the diner. I rested my hand flat over my stomach, feeling the ache settle down. I was out of options, but I was still breathing.

A fake smile tugged at my lips as I tried to hide my trembling hands. I pulled my wet hair over my shoulder trying to hide the mark from Vanya and Cassian. My heart pounded heavily against my ribs as I stood frozen in front of them unable to utter a single word. Their death stare locked on me waiting for answers. Hunter turned Murderer. Marked by the very thing I was raised to hunt. Gosh, I'd snap his neck if I could. I'm sure Cassian and Vanya wouldn't understand. Cassian would snitch to my father in a heartbeat. He thinks rules save lives.

Tyr then pointed his knife at the other person, “I do not have the patience, you answer.” “Yes, yes!” The gold rank bounty hunter was terrified, to save his own life, he immediately nodded. “Okay, next, do you guys have a long term contract with that person? What was the name of that Celestial Empire person? Where is he now?” Tyr then asked the important question. This question seemed confidential; the gold rank bounty hunter hesitated. Splat! Tyr then immediately slashed the hunter. “Now, there’s only you left.” Tyr then pointed the knife at the last surviving platinum rank bounty hunter’s neck.

I closed the door, strolled towards the ‘chairless’ table in front of him, and stood by the edge. He then threw a wrinkly, muddy, and full of cavity brown paper. I stared at it, there inscribed a tattoo-like grey dragon mark, and two horizontal swords at the back of it. It is quite familiar, actually. “It’s the mutineers,” He informed. “Mutineers? You mean the Astrays?” I asked, no wonder why this crest is familiar. I came across one before.