Novel & Cerita Troll Hunter Gunmar

“I wouldn’t miss for the world Rainn.” The trials continued with weapons and Rainn came out on top of every challenge thrown at him. The council was very surprised and happy to have a warrior such as him wanting to become a hunter. At the end of the trials, the four new hunters were finally announced, and Rainn was happy that he was one of them. The mentors came out and headed over to each of the four new members of the Vindicta. Ard'al, of course, was Rainn's mentor and he couldn't have been prouder of the man that Rainn had become, even if he was worried about the next part.

"Not for long." Trent rolled before the stranger finished pulling the trigger. The blast hit the dirt beside him. Trent kept moving as the gunman kept firing, only his speed and reflexes saving him from all but a light scoring along his side. A rustle in the brush saw his assailant whirling to fire as a pair of huge shapes leapt from the shadows, with Marc and Darren finally making an appearance. They tackled the stranger, who seemed not at all perturbed he had to fight off wolves. Even more fucked up, he almost got the upper hand until Marc got his teeth around the stranger's neck.

The warehouse was empty except for two fork lifts and some pallets scattered around the vast open space. The agents proceeded slowly till a high pitch whistle was heard followed by gunfire from several directions. The men immediately dove for cover behind a fork lift and waited for about five seconds when the shooting had stopped, before they raised their heads from their hiding place, but the warehouse was now deserted. “Shit!” Jamal said angrily. They ran to the exit at the other end of the enormous building to find the tail lights of two vehicles disappearing into the night. The Italian Mafia has eluded them again.

Hunter prowled over to Armando who was trying to sit up but was having a hard time. "P-pigeon," Armando called her and she flinched. Hunter grabbed his hair and jerked him to his feet. "Dagger," Hunter sneered and Lennox tossed a dagger his way which he grabbed with ease. Hunter forcefully made Armando lean over the pile of two dead wolves. His eyes widened when he noticed what Hunter was about to do. He began to struggle but Lennox and Luca grabbed his arms and forced his face down. He screamed as Hunter plunged the dagger into his ass and yanked it out before thrusting it back inside, the blade ripped his insides and blood oozed out while he screamed in agony.

Gunner, Aiden, and Skullz; one of Aiden's riders; take down Gold tooths men. Every gun is trained on Gold tooth.

The Arbiter’s scan told him his name was Maximo Chen. The ganger wailed and laughed, spitting at the Arbiter. “You just killed half my gang, Tangina mo! You’re a fucking hypocrite Arbiter! A FUCKING HYPOCRITE” He grasped for his rifle which was just a stretch from his hand. H-6 fires a stun round to the back of his target’s head. Maximo’s body convulsed even as the rubber round knocked him out, the electrical aftershock was doing its work. H-6 stood still for a while longer, both shields were primed and ready allowing him ample time to direct his drone companions.

The man was actually telling the truth. "What pack do you belong to?" I asked him. "McCain," he replied, and I realised that we had been played. Someone must have wanted Gavin out of the way and not anticipated this outcome. The killings must have been staged to frame the werewolf packs, knowing that Gavin would kick against attacking the packs because of his rationality and our friendship, the person wanted him out of the way and decided to set him up? Karen and her friends had walked into a trap set by Marco. If it weren't for her abilities, they would have died. this man was a trained warrior wolf. One master hunter and two new hunters stood no chance against them. John Hunter wasn't lyin

I snarled, clenching my fists at my sides with the need to punch something—preferably an agent that decided to fuck with my life who had moss green eyes and a name that started with M. Gunnar rose to his feet, green-brown eyes flickering with the storm that brewed within him. He slipped his hands into a set of leather gloves and then flexed his fingers with a manic smile, "We find them. We make sure they're safe. Then we kill these assholes and put an end to this." The words were a promise, one I didn't know I needed to hear until he said them and the worry constricting my lungs eased. "Am I interrupting?"

I gestured toward his hand so he understood to what I had been referring to. "I needed to sort out the son of a bitch that shot me," he shrugged his shoulders, lips pressing into a thin line. My blood ran cold, icy shards of fear licking their way up my spine, "Danny..." "It wasn't your brother that shot me," Gunnar looked at me with sullen eyes, "but he still had something to do with it. Nonetheless, the asshole that shot me is still alive. I have plans for him." "What plans?" I knew I shouldn't have asked that. It was a stupid question and that I definitely wasn't going to like the answer to.