Troll Hunter Gunmar Novels & Stories

“You wouldn’t want to have a water fight with these guns. Well, that might be fun for me but definitely not you. There is more than just water in here. There is silver dust mixed in with the water. From what we’ve seen it hurts like a bitch to werewolves. It’s hard to get off completely, even with a towel. That shit sticks like glitter. You would need some clean water to rinse it all off and we don’t plan on giving this guy a shower.” “Nice. Maybe a little sadistic, but nice. Do I wanna know how you know that much about glitter?” I decide to skip over that last part. “It was actually my mom's idea. She got it after watching the show Supernatural when they were using one with holy water on de

I used to be that way, but it was becoming clear that being split between Alpha duties, guardian responsibilities, and having a mate led to the focus being split as well. We cut through the fighting, taking out an occasional rogue as we went along. The thought that all of this fighting was a distraction weighed heavy on my mind, distracting me from the threat that was paralleling me. By the time that I did notice, it was too late, and the sound of gunfire cut through the air. I turned to try to find the threat, but the piercing pain through my shoulder told me that I was too late. The bullet cut through my shoulder, leaving a wound from the back of Grey’s shoulder to the front. We stumbled f

he sneered before walking away. Guiller caught the faintest smirk on Hunter’s face—not the cocky or sarcastic kind, but one tinged with sadness and disappointment. It unsettled him. Guiller reached into his coat and pulled out his gun. Hunter’s eyes followed the movement, noticing Antonio’s men untie him from the walls. As his hands came free, Hunter collapsed to his knees, his battered body refusing to support him any longer. When Hunter finally looked up, he found the barrel of Guiller’s gun aimed straight at him. A bitter chuckle escaped his lips. The Demon Alpha—reduced to this. Of all things, dying at the hands of a Mafia member felt absurdly ironic.

Breaking the hold, he had on me with his stare, as I looked back over my shoulder at the pack doctor now moving towards us, trying to hold the wince of pain inside from doing so. Alpha Gunner cleared his throat, as if see me had affected him too, before he says to the pack doctor, “My trackers believe they have found where they took Trina.” “That’s great news.” The pack doctor says to him, with a questioning look on his face, before Alpha Gunner then says to him, “We believe she too has been poisoned, and I am going to need you to come with me.”

ANSEL POV Boom A loud gunfire was heard in the dungeon, shutting the silence and terrifying every prisoner. “A-Alpha! Y-you killed him!” I heard a voice from behind as I soften my grip on the gun-like object that was in my palm. It was a gun but specifically made for wolves. It was coated with silver ash. I had used it on Ragnar. The sane man that I wanted to use to lure his brother to me. I had killed him because of the intense anger and fear that I didn't know I had until now.

a coarse voice roared over the wind. A dozen warriors leaped from the high rocks, clad in mismatched armor, bear furs, and marked with the branded scars of outcasts, deserters, and former Syndicate mercenaries. They moved with brutal, dirty efficiency, hacking through the remaining stalkers with iron axes and heavy cleavers until the snow was stained with black pitch and red blood. Kira stood her ground, blade raised, her eyes narrowed as the leader of the ambushers stepped forward. He was a hulking, scarred warrior with a missing left ear—Gunnar, a notorious mercenary commander who had fled the Southern Syndicate years ago.

Alpha Marcus rushed to Gunnar's side, but as soon as he got there he could smell the silver that was coming from his open wound, which could explain why he wasn't healing. Pack members were desperately trying to stop the bleeding, but they were unsuccessful and in the end Gunnar told them to stop. He knew there was no use in trying because of the silver poisoning his body. Alpha Marcus stepped forward and took hold of Gunnar's hand, hoping to ease his pain slightly, but in the end Gunnar had lost so much blood that he died in his Alpha's arms.

She turned to glance at them and quickly turned back. “They will also take good care of you. If you need anything at all while I'm gone, any of them will help you. Okay?” he asked, and again she nodded. “That big guy behind me, is Tobias. He's a grumpy old fart, but he is no danger to you, I promise” Gunner said with a chuckle, which earned him a low growl from Tobias. Gunner turned and winked at Tobias from over his shoulder, before he stood up again and took my hand.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

When the man began talking, it felt like he was covering her body in warm honey. "I must apologize to you. I'm Alpha Gunnar of The Shadow Howlers. My head warrior showed me evidence that you had been kidnapping humans. When I looked closer at the evidence, I couldn't determine if what he said was true, so I wanted to do more investigating. Omar?" Alpha Gunnar looked at the warriors, and the large one in front stepped forward, his neck bare in submission. "Yes, alpha." He answered in more of a growl. "Why have you set out to destroy this pack?" Gunnar asked. However, it wasn't Omar who answered.