Troll Hunter Gunmar Novels & Stories

’ I disconnect through the mind-link and face the raging asshole, my hand still grasping Irene’s shoulder. “I said, who are you, dude?” His voice is heard, he stands up from the stool towering himself over me. There’s no way this man reaches my height, he’s trying to look intimidating, acting as though he has the power. “This is Gamma Gunnar from a prestigious pack, one call and you could end up in prison. Look, he’s already offended, get on your knees and beg him before he shoves your butt into prison.” The other man beside him resorts and Irene stiffens behind me. Gunnar gives me a bold look, like he’s expecting me to do exactly as he says.

Yet he failed to hide it from Ara. She squeezed her lips. "What was it like? What did it feel?" "My body trembled. My mind was filled with that person's screams," explain Gunter. Hunter's grip on his iced coffee tightened. "Every time I close my eyes I see blood. I see my first kill dragging me into a pitch black hole. A hole I don't know what's in it but I know it's hell waiting for me." Ara took her brother's forearms. "Alright. Enough of that. We're here to bond together. Tell me everything good that happened instead."

While this gave him extra strength, it also made his fighting style impulsive and a little sloppy. I was brainstorming where to hide Richard so I could help Dad protect Sofia when the hunter who killed my mother came over to join his friends. “ They have an older daughter as well. I managed to kill this traitors werewolf bitch but the kid escaped with her baby brother. The kid even managed to kill Jordan. I suspect she also killed everyone else as Hank was dead on the ground and Jake is missing!,” the hunter yelled at his comrades.

Mar looked at her two companions who stood in attention while the cadet went inside the barn. “You seem pretty used to this?” she asked Dorin, but the officer arrived before the other could answer. "Your rifle, sir." 2nd Lieutenant Monroe handed a long silver rifle to the drill Sergeant. There were intricate runes carved on the black wooden barrel, trailing to the tip of its metal muzzle. "First lieutenant Gunnar, have you any experience in using elemental firearms?" he asked Mar. "No sir," replied the lieutenant, "I am a Sword Master, Rapier Class, from the non-magic corps."

He immediately hid behind the tree and peeked on its side to look at the owner of the footsteps. Gunfire rang throughout the silent forest. He heard gasping and it was as if there were people chased by the fake hunters. He was shocked to see Blair and Trestan pass by the tree where he was hiding and then three fake hunters were after them. "What the… These two. Sh*t." He cursed then pointed his gun at one of the fake hunters and shot him in the back. The other two stopped and looked around and searched for the person who shot their comrade. When they didn't see him, they ran again to chase Trestan and Blair. Ferran followed them and they were about to shoot Trestan but he immediately shot th

“Do you even know how to fire that pistol?” Trailing behind Jim, Marcus chuckled. “This is a nine millimeter Glock Gen five. And I’m an ex-intel Marine sharpshooter, so shut it or I’ll put a bullet in you somewhere that hurts like hell but doesn’t kill you.” Ahead, Jim chuckled. “Okay, fine. Pick up the pace, Semper fi.” Behind him, Marcus huffed a laugh and grinned. He had to admit, he liked Jim Erikson. "How much of a lead do you think he's got?" he queried when further on, Jim knelt, piercing blue eyes scanning the ground.

I question. "Oh, fuck," Haden mutters behind me, "Did we seriously wander into a hunter's lair in the middle of a snowstorm?" "That's right, you freaks. I'm a human who cares enough for my race and my country to annihilate you all!" The gunman screams.

This leads to a side mission, hunt the troll and slay it. Marika has a potential location of the troll. Deep within the forest, where trees cover the light and only have a visual. Therefore, the best way to hunt is by morning. I accepted the mission, although no reward will be given. I already made a decision that I'll come. Before the sun shines, I'm already suited up with a vest, got two guns and a blade. The blade that I acquired from Maharlika's blacksmith. But, Marika demanded that I will not bring the gun for it is not effective on the troll, furthermore, the vest is also useless, it will only slow me down. Instead, she proposed a spear and a cloak made of bearskin. It is effective whe

“Oh shit, he was the antidote, so I asked for his help. He was here, just here. Damn it. that asshole, made a fool of us.” Ray went on his elbows and checked his arm, it looked throbbing red and all swollen, “Not fool really, I mean, I am alive.” I nodded and looked Cherry, before informing Ray what I knew about our enemy, “Yeah! You know his name is Gun. Do you know someone with that name?” “Are you shitting me?” Ray growled looking disgusted. I shook my head and frowned, “What? No, his name is really gun! He told me. apparently, he is into slavery or something because he said he named this himself.”

“I know. Now tell me who you’d recommend.” As silence settled between them, Gunnar took another slow drag from his cigar, the smoke curling into the air between them, thick with thought. After a moment, he exhaled, the smoke dissipating as he spoke. “Alright, if it’s someone you can trust, someone who won’t crack under pressure, it’s Marco. He’s discreet and efficient, and he’s got no ties to families or anything. He’s your man.”